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A little joy with your wine, Sir?
I watched in amusement as her brows furrowed in frustration while her delicate hands attempted to manipulate the large knife she was using to chop the carrots so meticulously.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Families
Memory of a Miracle
I turned the corner in the thrift store and came face to face with the memory of a miracle. Baby Giggles. THE Baby Giggles from Ideal. Not the redone version with the mod outfit, straight hair, and hard plastic legs. The original one, with chubby baby arms and legs.
By Judey Kalchik 5 years ago in Families
A Christmas Tale of 1925.
It was just a few days until Christmas day 1985, Albert found himself babysitting his granddaughter Abbey while his daughter finished off the shopping, she had grown closer to him since Grandma had died two years earlier, Abbey snuggled up to him.
By Eric Harvey5 years ago in Families
Dear Grandmas
Dear Grandmas, It’s been so long since I sat down to write a letter to anyone. Definitely a lost art in our fast-paced, electronic lives. Choosing just one of you to honor for your life, and to thank for my life is too difficult. My DNA is filled with your strength and grace. When I think of what each of you went through during your lifetimes, I feel humbled and proud.
By Yvonne Lovejoy5 years ago in Families
Revolution Runs In The Family.
Have you ever wondered who your ancestors were? Where they lived? What they did, or what their lives were like? Have you ever wondered if some of their personalities, their ideals, beliefs, or convictions maybe -just maybe- trickled down the DNA ladder and unto you? Have you ever thought about how their decisions, choices, and actions may have affected who you are, what you believe in, how you act, or even where you are today?
By monse cordero5 years ago in Families
Promises to Emily
Emily McNeil had asked for a pocket watch for her birthday. She was going to be seven and it made sense to her that if she had a pocket watch, she could spend more time studying and still get to the door in time to get a piggy back ride from Gaely.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Families
The Golden Lily
A gold bar. 10oz of fine, pure gold at 999.9. Charlie Huston didn’t really know what those numbers meant, but the lawyer said it would be worth at least $20,000 with a reputable exchange-traded funds dealer. He barely knew his great-uncle either. The man had been very private, though most of the rest of the family assumed he had been rich. Charlie was excited but wondered aloud in the empty room, “Why give this to me?” Time for some homework.
By Daniel McShane5 years ago in Families
THE NUMBERS GAME
Desmond Chauncy O’Hare was a smart kid. From the back alleyways of Brooklyn, he lived with his older sister and her husband, Liz and Dominic Gardner. They led a modest life. Dominic owned the corner grocery that had belonged to his father. It rested beneath their one bedroom apartment, with wooden staircase that creaked no matter where you stepped.
By Lindsey Nelson5 years ago in Families
Lost Fortune
Robert sat quietly at the outdoor cafe scanning the New York Times and sipping on the best cappuccino in lower Manhattan. At least that was his opinion, he knew more than one of his Italian friends that would disagree with him. lifting his head from his reading, he folded the Times, discretely tucking a small black notebook between its pages, he leaned back in his chair, he closed his eyes. Taking in a deep breath; he felt relaxed. It had been a while since he was able to get out of the lab to clear his mind. And no better place for that than the city he grew up in, thousands of miles from New Mexico.
By Teddee Cuomo5 years ago in Families
Layla's American Dream
She felt lost. At age 38, Layla had failed to save her marriage, failed in her career path, and felt she was failing her son too. She felt the American dream slipping through her fingers. Her contract was supposed to be renewed, but instead, she and her team were being terminated. She had just refinanced her house, so selling it was not an option. She would soon be crumbling under debt and the prospects of finding a job in the immediate future amid the COVID-19 pandemic were rather slim. She needed cash and fast. Maybe she would sell her car and get a beater until she could land another job in a few months?
By Zainab Senhaji Rhazi5 years ago in Families
The Promise
The realtor’s heels clicked across the rich oak floorboards, “Nobody’s been in this house for years, you sure you want it?” she asks as she turns back to face her buyer. The young man doesn't answer and instead walks over to an object hidden with a sheet and throws it off, it’s a piano and the realtor can see it has had better years. She suppresses a cough from the dust that blew up with the cover and impatiently checks her phone. “Shit” she mutters quietly under her breath, its her son’s school trying to get ahold of her and it’s the 3rd time that week. Since the divorce this past summer, he had been getting into more trouble at school. Her therapist told her it was a way of acting out and she wished again for the thousandth time there was just an easy fix. She didn’t regret the divorce-in fact in made her feel lighter, freer more like herself-but it also came with baggage she didn’t necessarily have the time to deal with. She sighs and then tells the buyer she has an important call to take outside. The buyer gives a nod and finally speaks, “I’ll just take a look around myself.” She gives one last glance at him and offers what she hopes is an encouraging smile, “Let me know if you want to write an offer!”
By Carolyn Hanus5 years ago in Families
Fool's Gold and Treasures Untold
I strolled beside my old companions, tracing my forefinger along their spines. A fine layer of dust coated my fingertip and I paused for a moment to inspect the measure of time between my family’s last usage of the library. I sighed and blew the fluff into the air to watch it dance suspended in the beams of the setting sun reaching down through the high arched windows across from me. The oak-paneled walls grew warm and glowed, casting a golden light about the room. I remembered how I once loved spending my time here, passing hour upon hour immersed in the pages of these books. I continued to trace the perimeter of the room, lost in nostalgia when something shook me gently from my indulgent stupor. Glancing over my shoulder I examined the place over which my hand hovered. Where I had expected to brush the binding of more of the same leather-bound and girthy volumes, there was a small black moleskin notebook that I had never seen before, tucked cozily into the crevice between two much larger novels. I glanced around the room swiftly, though I’m not sure why, before attempting to encourage it out of its hiding place. This proved to be a small task that required the removal of the two protecting bodies of work that surrounded it before I could lay my hands on the stranger. I crossed the room to a stiff and hostile armchair in the corner to make a table of my lap for further examination. Untying the fine ribbon I gently peeled apart the yellowing pages filled with narrow and elegant handwritten script. Intrigue flooded me as I wondered about its origins. It seemed too old to belong to anyone in this family. But surely it must have all the same. I made a mental note to ask my parents about it when they returned home from work, which shouldn’t be too much longer. My eyes rested on the first page and I could not resist the pull. I began to read.
By Saf5 years ago in Families