parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Passed By
It was 7:30 p.m. on a Thursday night. Mom was usually home from work a couple hours ago, especially in winter. It is January after all. Dad tried calling her and so did I. She didn’t answer. Not a big deal. Every once in a while she does go to check on her friends. A little while later, dad got a call. Everything seems fine. Dad, my little brother, and I hang out and watch a movie.
By Veronica N. Lewis5 years ago in Families
Her first day training
Her dad was a Dragon according to the Chinese zodiac and she was rat. The two in their family we similar in stature, strength, and character. Also, according to the zodiac the Dragon and the Rat signs did not get along with the signs of her mother and brother. She did not know this until she started her martial arts path. As a child she liked to play outside, feeling the energy of the earth and the wind. She watched water in wonder of it's varying states and how it interacted with what was around it. She would hop from rock to rock testing her balance and agility, little did she know that this would all help a few years later. Her brother stayed inside on his computer and they never played together.
By Yuki Tanaka5 years ago in Families
A Fatherly Love
The sky was clear blue. Birds flew in random patterns under the blanket of fluffy clouds on the beach. The sand looked soft and warm. He didn’t care about the weather or the birds, only her. His heart filled with sadness and pain as a a breeze ruffled his hair. She had been ripped away from him, given lies about him until she hated him without even having met him. He loved her desperately. They were walking on the boardwalk with shops, little restaurants and ice cream parlors crammed together. Chairs with umbrellas littered the walkway.
By Carmen Corridon5 years ago in Families
Farewell My Father: Walking the Trail of Beauty in Old Age. Top Story - January 2021.
In his last few years, he sat the entire day in his chair by the big picture window. From this vantage point, dad could survey most of the comings and goings of the ranch. He could watch the majestic Arabian stallion, Axum gallop through the pine trees, his tail, and mane flying.
By Talia Meadows5 years ago in Families
Of Cars and Fences
His daughter locks her keys in her car. She ponders this for a moment, coat hanger in hand, entirely unsure how to proceed. Who knew cars are so hard to break into? She can see the damn keys in the ignition, like a shining beacon screaming, “Steal me! You work in the worst area in Edmonton!” At least it’s summer; she’s not cold. Biting her lip, she tries to wiggle the coat hanger inside the window. Then she sighs and pulls out her cell phone.
By Edith (yesterday4)5 years ago in Families
Three Good Deeds To Show Your Children
When you are raising children, you are looking for tools to provide to them and guide them through the world, let them grow, and be the human being they want to be. Sometimes there are moments that you don't know what you are doing, what values you should take in situations you have not been in before while parenting. Keep in mind that it is fine to rethink values through the parenting process. We are all human beings after all.
By Agnes Laurens5 years ago in Families
Mom’s Stack of Little Black Moleskine Books
Mom’s stack of little black Moleskine books had been packed in that dang box ever since she’d passed away. I could hardly bear to look at them, though I knew at some point I’d have to. I was curious, for sure, but afraid of what I might find written there, and just break down and cry. My grief was too much to bear.
By Renee Shaw5 years ago in Families
COYOTES
Sometimes a thing's not a thing until you say it out loud; until you hear the words with your own ears. Coyotes. They show up in November. It's all Alderton talks about. That, and the fact everyone thinks they're a bad omen for our town. Alderton is like that. Too many people leading boring lives, grabbing drama whenever they can.
By Carol Anne Shaw5 years ago in Families
A Good Man
My father was a good man. Not a great one, but certainly not bad in the least. He was known by friends, family, and acquaintances alike as the man who gave too much, even to those who did not seem to deserve his kindness or generosity. There were also many people who saw him, this small 5’5” man, words laced thick with the love for his home country of Mexico, skin tanned and firm like the leather of his favorite huaraches, and thought,
By Lucero Nieves5 years ago in Families
