family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
That Place Where the Ocean Meets the Sky
Dear Diary, You know how a story hits you on a different level? You hear it off the cuff, barely paying attention, but it somehow lodges itself into your subconscious and pops up years later. That's how you know it was meant to be heard by you.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Humans
A girl on the wind
I was born into a West Coast family. Every summer, we spent hours, if not most of the day, on the nearest beach. After enough surfing and boogie boarding, even as a child, we worked up an appetite. So my father would either take us to Ted’s or a nearby In-N-Out or Wienerschnitzel so that we could stuff our mouths.
By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Humans
On Fairer Tides
The ocean is a brutal mistress. On such a day as this, she forces my hand. She calls me forth whilst pushing me away. A floating mammoth of sails and wooden beams stands proudly before me. Salty foam licking at its bow, desperate to taste the ship once more. A cool ocean breeze whisks off the canvas and causes it to flutter excitedly high above. For years, I imagined being on a foreign shore. I longed to be a noble explorer in far-off lands. I imagined building a new life following the path of the winds. I pictured the spray in my hair and adventure abundant. At the cusp of a year’s wait and a harsh winter, the dream can be mine.
By Emily Cheatham5 years ago in Humans
Loss & Regret
Do you ever look back on moments of your life, typically before it took a downward turn, and questioned whether your memories reflected reality? It’s easy to maintain this idyllic picture in your mind, as if what came before was sitting on the edge of perfection, before it was ripped away from you.
By V A Harker5 years ago in Humans
Adrift
Liquid fire ran through her body with each contraction. She felt the heat may burst her open if not for the cool sea air pinning itself to every cell of her body. Her eyes scanned the darkness in terror as she hid away to labour. The smell of the old rope the fishermen use in their dories, their oilskins hanging limp from the hook. The Twine Shed wasn’t the ideal location to have a baby, but nobody would find her here at night, and she would be protected form the cold North Atlantic wind.
By Sara Dunderdale5 years ago in Humans
Families Aren't All Perfect
On June 26, 1989, I prematurely made my way into the world. I wasn’t due for another 2 months. My family quickly helped my parents move into the tiny house they had just bought. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it would do. It needed a lot of work done, but it was what they could afford at the time. Besides, my dad was really handy when it came to repairs. For the next 3 years, my mom and dad figured out their new life with a child. On January 10, 1993, my sister Rachael was born. She was a little red-head with shirley temple curls. I now had a partner in crime as she got older. Someone I could play with...and fight with. Once she outgrew the crib, we got bunk beds for our room. And then on July 14, 1996, we had yet another adjustment to make. My sister Amanda was born. And then there were 5...and a dog...all in our tiny house. A crib and bunk beds all in the same room. On the outside, everyone thought we were doing so well. Little did they know, our family was far from ok.
By Joy Beyond the Dark5 years ago in Humans
The Christening
“We are going to be so late, are you ready yet?” “It’s alright for you, you didn’t have to feed two hungry children, you didn’t have to sort out a babysitter, you just swan in from work, shower and put a suit on and you’re done, just remember, I didn’t want this at all.”
By Eric Harvey5 years ago in Humans
