parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Arthur Drive
Wilma slammed shut the door of her little beige Ford Focus, mentally checked-out walking up to her apartment door, being careful not to slip on the slick pavement from recently frozen over sidewalk. Fingering the correct little gold key into the lock with oversized mittens still on, sighing out a big breath closing the door behind her.
By Holly Cook5 years ago in Families
Mom, do you remember?
Hi Mom! Standing on your back porch seeing the storage trailers I need to sort through. Wonder what I’ll find. Guess it’s time to get started. I head out towards them and the gate, like always, squeaks. How many times have I gone through this gate and never thought to oil it until opening it on my way out. Of course, always in a hurry and telling myself, “next time, I’ll remember, next time”.
By Kathryn Dalmut5 years ago in Families
Go West
Under the lampshade, the light illuminating softly, he could almost see him standing there. Wearing a wide brimmed hat, torn overalls, ratty tank top, toothpick behind his ear. His crooked smile, leaning into the moon-shaped scar next to the left corner of his mouth. Even though his dad had been gone almost six years, Lance could still see him clearly.
By Tiffany Nicole5 years ago in Families
A Clean Break
Sabine’s thumb worried the cover of the smooth, black notebook in her hands. It had been a gift from her father, a symbol of his acceptance—or perhaps just resignation—that his daughter was a writer. The way her mother had eyed it with those pinched ridges around her nose said she clearly had not approved of this gesture.
By Ariana Townsend5 years ago in Families
For All The Women Before You and All The Women After You
“Nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, twenty thousand dollars. That’s it; that’s all of it.” I placed the last of my dollar bills on the counter. Settling into my reserved pride and unfounded shame, I stood there waiting for the financial aid advisor to respond. I watched him as he eyed the stacks of cash and bags of change with almost undetectable disgust. He seemed in conflict; any slip of his controlled demeanor and he might reveal his true nature.
By Chelsey Gonzalez5 years ago in Families
Digging
It’s not like the old man really meant anything to him. The old guy left when he was 8 years old. His mother’s boyfriends are the ones who really raise him. But still it was his blood father lying there. He listened to the deep labored breaths. The old man knew his son was there. A nurse came in, read the chart, wrote down the heart rate and blood pressure readings. Then said “There isn’t much time left. Now is when you should make amends before it’s too late” He wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or the old man.
By Craig Degenhardt5 years ago in Families
Love, Money and a Little Black Book
Love, Money and a Little Black Book Chapter 1 The tune of Ripples from her cellphone, coupled with the blaring sound of sirens and other New York noise, pulled Lisa out of her sleep. Her first thought was to check on David Jr aka DJ, but she remembered he’d spent the night at her mother’s house. She stole a few additional precious moments waiting for the snooze to do what snooze does. It was set for five minutes, but it rushed by, and it felt more like two minutes instead of five. The tune of Ripples started chiming once again, and Lisa knew this time she had to get up and out of the bed. She leaned over to retrieve her watch from the charger. The picture on her night stand made her pause. Memories flooded her mind, and then came the tears. Today was another anniversary. This day seemed to come around so quickly, and contrary to everyone’s advice, the pain didn’t seem to lessen. The day of David’s death, always took precedence over their wedding day, and once again this year was no different. It had been three years since the accident, but to Lisa it felt like yesterday. His death was so sudden. He got into a car accident on his way to work. A car rear-ended him, and he ran into the car in front of him. The person that rear-ended David survived, but the woman in the car David hit, didn’t survive. The smell of Armani lingered in the apartment as if he was still there. Lisa was crying so loudly, she almost missed an incoming phone call. The caller Id read Diner. Lisa wiped her tears and answered.
By Denise A. Kelley5 years ago in Families
