family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
A Mother's Memories
The large picture window is my portal these days. As I look out, I wonder how long before he gets home. It would be soon now. I know because I can hear the barn owl beginning his nightly serenade. Sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard. Not like the lovely call of the Great Horned Owls hooting to each other across the frozen fields I heard when I was young. As I listen to its shrill screams and shrieks I remember little Frank was afraid of the owls. He wouldn’t let us crack his windows open in summer, afraid the owls would come into his room and carry him away.
By K. Preston Migaki4 years ago in Humans
What A Husband Can Do
It was a week that he did not see coming, when he got the call that his father had passed away, he thought he was going to grieve his loss with his beloved wife. But 3 days after he lost his dad, he had to take his wife to the hospital. Now, he was faced with grieving a possible second death, the life of his wife was now in danger and instead of grieving, he had to spring into action and be the wonderful husband his wife had come to know and love. He had to put aside how he felt and take care of his wife.
By Amanda J Mollett4 years ago in Humans
White Daisy Shoes - CP & Little Me
I turned the corner and headed down another aisle. The shelves were full of shoes for every occasion. Sleek stilettoes on standby for their first night on the town, cork wedges craving summer sidewalks and sunset evenings, brown boots eager to take a step in their first snowfall…
By Rachael Ransom 4 years ago in Humans
I Never Thought It Would End Like This
It was a nice fall evening, I was walking home from school, doing what I usually do, drowning in my thoughts. I was thinking about my mother and my grandparents, and how their relationship was. And let me tell you, it wasn’t too good. It was already hard enough as it was living with them. They were planning on moving in ever since my dad had passed away, because they thought it was the “right” thing to do. They thought it would help out my mom by helping her with the bills and so forth. Except they weren’t, and I feel like they knew that but they just didn’t want to admit it. If you know my grandparents like I do, well, then you’d know that there’s one thing about them that they don’t like to do, which is admitting they’re wrong.
By Isabel Miranda4 years ago in Humans
5 Boundaries To Set With Family.
A family by definition is a social group made up of parents and their children, people who come from the same ancestor, or a group of people living together. What does this say to an everyday teen or adult having troubles with their relationships with their parents?
By Amourè Deezyy4 years ago in Humans
Athena's Bird
Gina startled and emerged from her slumber. A pale daylight filtered through the curtains. She heard the rooster crow. She had finally managed to doze off after another night of tossing and turning. She had not slept at all since she arrived. Too many thoughts whirling around in her brain – memories, indecisions, regrets… And now that darn bird was waking up the whole world, her included. She briefly fantasized about eating it roasted for dinner, then pulled herself out of bed and opened the window.
By Geraldine Portier4 years ago in Humans
Between
I’m awake, but my eyes will not open and I cannot hear or feel anything. My body appears to be paralyzed as I cannot feel my fingers, arms or legs nor can I move them. I also have no sense of contact with the ground or whatever I may be sitting or laying on. There is no gravity I can sense. Am I dead? Is this what awaits on the other side? I am not impressed so far. Spending eternity like this is gonna suck! I am forgetting something important I had to do, but I don’t know what.
By Doug Caldwell4 years ago in Humans
The Perfect Stone
My father always liked skipping stones. An aerospace engineer, we would often find him deep in thought, unaware of the world around him. Skipping stones was different though, he said it made him feel present. Growing up, he would often take my younger brother and I with him to the lake and skip some stones, just as his father had done with him when he was growing up. Some of the closest held memories I have are of the early mornings that my younger brother and I would spend helping him find stones to skip at the lake near our childhood home. We would wake up in the morning and he would make us breakfast, then he would grab his old Lowe's bucket and we would walk down to the lake. Once we were there, we would help him sift through the rocks and throw them in that Lowe's bucket until it was filled about halfway, then we would get to skipping. Dad could get it to skip nine or ten times, but we never could get more than two, maybe three, and we would end up just watching my dad do it instead. As we got older we did it less and less, but he would continue to do it by himself, even after we had grown up and moved away.
By bradytelic4 years ago in Humans
