family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
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I am the sum of many parts. My mother’s creative nature, my grandmothers’ strength and resilience, my godmother’s agility and my educators support and guidance. Whether chosen or familial, the influence of so many women and their experiences have shaped me into the woman that I am today. I am a beautifully homogenized version of them and for that I am eternally grateful.
By Erika Stafford5 years ago in Humans
They Call Her Carmeline
My mother is the strongest woman I know. She was born in 1947 just as WWII was ending and grew up in a time period before a woman could get a checking account or business loan without a male cosigner. She still had a lot of fun working as a carhop, a waitress and on the Johnny Cash show in the 1970’s before she settled down and had kids.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Humans
A Grandmother's Gift
When I was a little girl, maybe 6 years old, I had a terrible habit. I would doodle in my Dr. Seuss books, on scrap paper, on my jeans, and anywhere there was a surface that ink or crayon would stick to. Since my mom was always working, my poor grandparents would have to handle the ensuing mess. I love them all dearly, but my grandma was the one who finally managed to slow down and focus my frantic artsy energy.
By Adana Sawtell5 years ago in Humans
Farewell my Homeland
One day in the early sixties in Yugoslavia, my father came home all flustered and very frustrated. Sitting with my mother at the family dinner table, he recounted how at work today he was poked and prodded to begin a more active role in our local division of the Yugoslav Communist Party.
By Attila Jacob Ferenczi5 years ago in Humans
The Perfect Patchwork
Turning sixty is not to be taken lightly, especially when it’s done in the middle of a pandemic. Unable to gather with friends and family, I was left with too much time to think about what this milestone meant. It’s an age that inspires you to think about what you’ll leave behind, and this thought was really brought home when my son told me I soon would be a grandmother! I decided it was time to create a family heirloom.
By Audrey Webb5 years ago in Humans
She Remembers
Her mind has been so focused on happier days. When things were beautiful, no matter how difficult. Everything they touched just seemed to flourish. Nice cars, well-dressed children, summer vacations to the beach. The cushy Cadillac Deville! It was a dream life.
By Laura Gray5 years ago in Humans
THE SIMPLE THINGS THAT MATTER
SWhen I was a kid, I remember that over the summer, we went to a public pool that had a separate diving pool, with all different levels of diving boards. The highest board seemed obscenely high and few people would ever attempt it. My dad was one of those people. We’d beg him to jump and usually by the end of our pool day, he’d make the trek up all those stairs and ladders, people looking up from their lounge chairs as they saw him ascending to the top. He was pretty heavy back then, but he had great diving form! His jump off the high board was always a proud “that’s my dad!” moment. He taught Mazzy to dive last year.
By varsha yadav 5 years ago in Humans
Sugar and Spice.
I’ve got this. How hard can it be, after all? It’s not like having my boss’s instructions to teach this little gremlin how to cook will in any way impact my job. But it really does, right? Sally is too busy to spend hours in the kitchen with her daughter, but she thinks that passing the job off to me, since I am getting paid anyway, will be a good idea. “It’s like working from home,” she told me yesterday. If only. One look at this surly kid makes me think twice. If her eyes could shoot mud on my newly purchased clothes, I’m sure they would. But, I’m getting paid, so this is my job for the day, even if working with a teen is ten times harder than my day job. I’ll start with the basics. “First, you mix all your dry ingredients.”
By Hannah Marie. 5 years ago in Humans
