siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Becoming a Big Sister
Becoming a Big Sister I blame my parents for the misunderstanding. When they announced that they were pregnant with my little sister, they said, “We’re having a baby!” It was natural for me to assume that we all, myself included, were having a baby, and thus, the baby would be mine. I was overjoyed. A baby, for me? The next day, I went straight into my preschool to make the announcement: I was having a baby.
By Jada Smith6 years ago in Families
How to Hate Your Life...
"I hate my life! I hate my life! I want to get out! I want all of this to end!" I screamed angrily into my pillow. It was not a loud scream, but a soft one with all the ferociousness and intensity from my body of a loud one... I do not have the privilege of letting out my frustrations for the neighbor and their dog to hear.
By Rebekah Battle6 years ago in Families
Missing Sister Found!
Today I went out with family! Mom found my sister who was missing for months, and we decided to celebrate. She was not hurt, she was a bit dirty and looked like she had been hiding on the streets and stuff. Mom is gonna take her to get checked, and get her new clothes and stuff, and get her set up with an apartment!
By Kota Wolfe6 years ago in Families
Brainstorm, Now Earthquake
For the first time in my life, I can feel myself aging. I can feel the heavy weight of tragedy, of hardship, of something there is no answer for, drag me down slowly, slowly, further, further, more slumping, more drooping, less laughter, less ease, less ... ease.
By Lucinda Koza6 years ago in Families
No Offence, Benedict Cumberbatch. Top Story - July 2019.
Pop-culture glorifies the autism spectrum disorder. In mainstream media, it’s as if autism is merely a socially awkward disorder compensated for by gifted genius. Think Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory, and Benedict Cumberbatch in everything. Admittedly, Rain Man is a good movie and The Big Bang Theory is my favourite guilty pleasure—not ashamed… okay, a little ashamed—but autism is grossly misrepresented in these depictions, at least in my experience.
By Jeremy Morantz7 years ago in Families
Blood
I wonder if he knew I was coming. I don’t expect he did. In the villages of the forties, babies came and went with the harvesting of cabbages, the arrival of Doctor O’Dowd, the cackle of storks. Poor Johnny—lifted smartly like a chess piece from his unassailable position, to be dropped into second place—the classic case of checkmate. There are photographs of the two of us, mere months later, in the spring sunshine. His quirky Norman Wisdom smile resting on my Shirley Temple curls.
By David Ireland7 years ago in Families
Survivor Girls
2005 was the hardest year for my family and I. Being a little girl and losing the world you once knew is something you can’t quite grasp unless you’ve lived it. I remember we were sitting in the living room watching the news the night before Katrina hit. We were honestly contemplating staying and riding it out because they only classified it as a category two hurricane... good thing we left! I remember mom'soms boyfriend at the time screwing big wooden planks on the front and back door just for support even though we didn’t think we’d need it. I remember packing up my mom's Honda Pilot with a bag of clothes for only a few days.
By Meghan Heckmann7 years ago in Families












