family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

NanaH
There is something special about being a mother of birthing daughters. Perhaps its because I know my time will come in due course and I want to acknowledge the flame that has been lit by an incredible woman... my mother and NanaH.
By Donna Raymond5 years ago in Humans
Three Otters and a Funeral
My mother had been dead for three days, and I was numb. Not the kind of numb that comes when you’re all cried out from a nasty breakup. It was the kind of numb that makes you pray you don’t get out of bed in the morning.
By E.B. Johnson 5 years ago in Humans
Love Without Words
Dear Mom, I wanted to thank you. There's a lot I could and should be thanking you for—I know—that I have never thought to thank you for. But, actually, I wanted to take the time to appreciate just one thing.
By Paz H.5 years ago in Humans
Mała Ala
People always tell me I look just like my mum. They swoon over our similarities. They say, you could be sisters. My older family members often coo over me – mała Ala, they call me. Mała means little in Polish, and Ala is my mum’s nickname.
By CS Lawenda5 years ago in Humans
Mother
I am first aware of my mother as a sound, a touch, a feeling. Most of what I know of those soft early times are not my own memories but photographs and stories. I know I was made in a haunted hotel in Colorado. I know that people would pat her belly and sing the jingle, "Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee." I know that I am made of pully bread with pineapples and cream cheese. I know that after I was born, she would laugh as I laughed. I know that she would coo when I would coo. I had love and grace and joy and realism to grow with because of her. I know that as I grew up, I would be lucky enough to get to witness a woman with power.
By Sarah Snider5 years ago in Humans
My Mother, the Alchemist
Before I was born, my parents couldn’t pick a name for me. My mother told me I was a womb full of questions, at once her companion and a stranger shifting softly inside her body. She did not know my sex, my potential, or anything else about me - but she believed in the possibilities of life, and she diligently took shots of insulin each day so that I could one day believe in them, too.
By Emily Sinclair Montague5 years ago in Humans
Happy Mother's Day
My bank manager stands at the front door handing out carnations to all the women as they enter. I myself, get no flower, only a smile and a nodding gesture to line up with the rest of the herd. No matter when I get here the lines are always too long and the people ahead of me tend to bdally at the teller’s cage while I wait impatiently to get my business done. Mind you, I’m not one to complain.
By Larry Rodness5 years ago in Humans
Escaping Daddy Issues Through the Looking Glass
In continuing the discussion of My Father Did Not Abandon Me Because of a Shortcoming in Me, We come to an integral piece of the logic chain that separates us from the notion that he did,
By Autumn Wallis5 years ago in Humans
Wicked Witch of the West
Sometimes no matter how pure your intentions are...you find yourself having to bend over and take it up the back end. I found myself recently in a situation as this before I finally decided enough was enough and put an end to it. Sometimes you have to realize what to take a stand for and what to let go. Sometimes that's harder done than said. Sometimes life just throws you a curve ball...or a wild pitch that leaves you blind-sided, dazed, confused and pissed.
By Catherine MacKenzie5 years ago in Humans
Expat Sports Disorder: The unheralded digital affliction
The world is full of people who call on others to be more rational. I should know — I’m one of them. But if they’re sports fans, such people should put their own house in order first. Upon reflection few of us, it seems, are quite as rational as we think.
By Dan Perry5 years ago in Humans
Ten Years After Marriage
After 10 years the living room will look like a forest. There are a lot of time to give gifts in a decade, many of them will be plants. You will love them and loathe them and not bare to think what you’d do without them. You will tend to them, and only very occasionally, let one die. Usually because it was struck down by boys playing football in the house. But, also, because sometimes you just don’t know what else to do with yourself or them.
By Ophelia5 years ago in Humans
"Free Range" Parenting? Or Just Parenting?
I'll start this by making myself sound old and curmudgeonly: Back when I was a kid, things were so much better! I think everyone thinks that on some level. Fond childhood memories of a "simpler" time flood peoples brains. Nostalgia paints some stuff in a very positive light.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Humans