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Family~Tree
Scattered Seedlings - I knew everyone here. We all have roots but you don't have to stay where you were planted: Family Branch-Out Everywhere. We all have roots but we’re not trees, we never have to remain where we began.
By Jay Kantor5 months ago in Families
My Daughter's Favorite Books: Part 2
About two years ago I sat in a tire place interviewing my eight year old daughter to pass the time. I wanted to know about her favorite books. Back in those days, Judy Moody and Calvin and Hobbes were among her favorites. Since then, she has grown and the world around her has changed. I thought it was about time to check in and see what stories are capturing her imagination as an older and wiser preteen.
By Leslie Writes7 months ago in Families
Bittersweet
This Mother’s Day began like any other Mother’s Day did in the past. My family woke up, had breakfast, and being a Sunday, we lounged around for a bit. But unlike any of the past Mother’s Days, this one ended differently, on a bittersweet note.
By Mother Combs8 months ago in Families
Life's~Circles
— At this Stage we Move from 'Purpose' to 'Reflection' — *May I share for a moment: Days ago, I lost two of my besties very suddenly, both in the same day. I then put my drawing into a 'Circle of Life' image by Leonardo as a tribute to Audrey and Addie. They will be missed.
By Jay Kantor8 months ago in Families
Cambridge Drive
A lot of people didn't get the pleasure of growing up in the same house for a long period of time. Some children moving from town or state with their families. Maybe even out of the country, never staying in the same place for long. Weather it be due to the parents career, or maybe other family members had made a move, so the rest followed. All of those people had their reasons. My parents had their reasons too. We stayed put in the same house for the most part of the first eight to nine years of my childhood.
By Danyell Fairchild10 months ago in Families
Remembering You Through the Language We Shared
The phone rang – it was you, “Christine, do you remember your French? You were in the hospital. You were scared. Tu avais peur. I don’t remember now what you said next exactly, except that you felt “they” were hurting you. Ils me font du mal. My heart tightens and nose tickles with the memory. Mon cœur se serre et mon nez chatouille au souvenir.
By Xine Segalas11 months ago in Families
Between the Moments
You never know how unexpected life can be. Within a moment, your life can change forever, turning your world upside down.
By Cindy🎀12 months ago in Families
I’ll be home
Austin Stepping off the plane, the cold air blowing in from the Alleghany Mountains fills my lungs with a chill. Adjusting the strap on my shoulder, I hold my duffel in place and make my way down the stairs.
By The Invisible Writerabout a year ago in Families
Santa Wears Italian Leather
Christmas Eve, Manhattan NY, 1989 I believed myself a romantic as my brain twinged with the rumblings of a delightful buzz. Mother had forced us into crisp blazers, quaffed our hair, and hurried us to a candlelight sermon at the Presbyterian church on Madison Ave. I was in trouble. Alec and I felt riotous after lunch in midtown. He and I pillaged the kitchen for airplane bottles and swigs of cooking sherry we stuffed in our pockets before nudging each other out the door and into stiff-backed church pews.
By M.C. Finch about a year ago in Families
Christmas Around The World
What Is The Christmas Spirit It is a mood or attitude appropriate to the Christmas season, especially one involving feelings of goodwill, benevolence and a willingness to enjoy oneself.
By Gregory Paytonabout a year ago in Families
The Snow Gnarl
What one takes, one must return. - Michelle Liew This is for Mikeydred’s December prompt, Stephanie Hoogstad’s Winter Folkloric Beings Challenge and Vocal’s Tales from the Hearth Challenge.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Families
Crisp & Even
“Who was Stephen, m’lord? He is a saint or prophet I assume, but do you know why he is worthy of a feast?” The king looked pleased, as he often did when I asked him questions. Despite his growing reputation as a font of Christian virtues like patience and hope, he mostly seems as if ordinary things vex him, but not questions. He is tall and strong; the silver in his hair and beard command respect without spreading seditious rumors about his advancing age.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Families