parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Forever in a Notebook
In the corner of a dimly lit room sat a young woman gliding slowly on an old rocker. The house was silent except for the longing cries of a baby. As she rocked herself, a slow shadow of her sunken figure rocked back and forth with her keeping her company.
By Jennifer Castillo5 years ago in Families
GO SEE YOUR FATHER
“Your shirts upside down.” “Whasat?” I replied as I counted change. I needed 28 cents to get a cup of coffee but her question threw off my count. The coffee wasn’t 28 cents but I needed that much more to round out the two dollar bills tucked in between my lips. I know I know, yuck and yes, I know how many germs are on money but my hands were otherwise too occupied with the loose change and cup of coffee to hold said bills.
By Mark Manche5 years ago in Families
Mindful Parenting and Letting Go
Being a parent is rarely easy. We altogether too frequently are capable of putting unfair pressure on our kids to live up to our expectations of what our family life should look like. We need to learn to recognize these situations and when it's best to let things go for the overall well-being of our children.
By Christina Blanchette5 years ago in Families
Good News
First thing in the morning. I’m up. The sun is already too bright and flashes through the blinds, illuminating motes of dust in a sequence of angular rays. The house already smells of burnt toast. Someone is talking too loudly downstairs. Oh. Yelling. My wife - or is it my daughter? What time is it anyway?
By Cody Heagy5 years ago in Families
'Book'
Book Leicester was fervently tapping the small, black notebook against his thigh, as if hoping the tattoo of the drumming would inspire some form of divine intervention. Alas, the clouds did not part; a light did not illuminate the ground at his feet; a saviour did not come for him.
By Giften Etienne5 years ago in Families
The Shadow Book
I had two children, in a pandemic in a one room motel, with a grimy dirty shower stall. Thousands of dollars invested in student loans for a college degree yet I have no credit card. I'd look up my credit score but I have no money in my pocket to fix a damn thing. I'm just praying my car doesnt break down- please lord. I'm grateful that I'm not on drugs, and I'm not drunk. I have no idea how I'm keeping my mind together. My eyes are sore and my heart is heavy. I dont even remember crying but my head hurts like I've been shouting internally. I know better. I stand up. I havent washed in two days, I haven't brushed my teeth in four days, but I dont stink. I am barely eating. I force myself out this motel door, dragging my feet in my worn down sneakers. I know I will feel better if I just write this out.
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
“Happy birthday fella! 21 now eh? Well, you got about four years till your prefrontal cortex is fully developed, by which point you’re basically going to be the person you are then for the rest of your life so, if you feel like you got any developing left to do, best get a move on, eh?” Said my dad as I entered the kitchen that morning.
By Sam Hosseini5 years ago in Families
The Fall of the Father
Simon welcomed all the seasons as friends in his life. Winter was the obnoxious man’s man that everyone both envied and hated. Spring was a sister that was more of a best friend and mother rolled into one. Summer was his doppleganger - both his drinking buddy and his outdoorsman companion. Fall. . .fall was his father, strong but soft and glowing, slowly declining into a dark winter, losing his energy, but slowly.
By Sabrina Zia5 years ago in Families
