family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Dear Mom, if I Had a Million Dollars I Would Give Them to You, but I Don't, so I Decided to Write You This Letter Instead
Dear Mom, I want to start this letter off by saying thank you. Thank you for being an amazing person, mother, and friend. Thank you for always loving, encouraging, and supporting me. I am who I am today because of you. I know I tell you these things pretty regularly, so I want to use the majority of this letter to focus on some things that I don’t often mention. So here it goes…..
By Hannah Stanton5 years ago in Humans
Dearest Dotti
Dear Dotti, 14 years have passed now since we saw your face. 14 years since we held you close in a warm embrace. 14 years since you laughed and smiled but your legacy goes on. We will continue to tell your story, now and forever. After all, there are so many of us.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
The truth behind my strength
When I first read the sister circle challenge I wrote about how I didn’t really have a female role model or wasn’t inspired by one. So with the first draft I made I sent it over to my best friends (which are surprisingly all female friends) so they could read it and tell me what they thought about it. One of them, that has been my best friend for over 10 years, gave me a hard pill to swallow. She knows me better than anyone in my life, I think at this point she knows me better than I know myself. Harshly and without mercy, she expressed that it sounded like I was an egocentric cow, but in much nicer words... That made me step back and realize that I was not transmitting the message I wanted to send. So I went back to my rough draft and read it all over again from a fresh perspective. And even though it inspired me because I knew what my point was, I wasn’t sending the right message. So as I was reading it again for the fifth time I realized how ungrateful I sounded.
By Raquel Soriano5 years ago in Humans
My dad, a Blockbuster, and acceptance
It took me all of my teen years and my early twenties to finally realize who I was—a self realized adult who is bisexual. I only had crushes on boys in elementary school, one of whom I’m with today(going on ten years plus now!), and I didn’t have crushes on any girls until the beginning of high school.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
Dear Amos-Paymos, Who Doesn’t Make Her Payments
Dear Amy, Do you remember that weird nickname your dad gave you? Or the other one, Amos-Moses? Randomly tacked on one evening by a man deep in his cups, it made no sense to you. But he was in a rare jovial mood when he blurted out the slurred acknowledgment as you made an equally rare pass through the living room. You turned and happily responded to the new name. You would have given anything for him to see you. To be able to crawl up in his lap.
By Amy Willard5 years ago in Humans
Of My Father’s Vineyard
“The blood of grapes is the life of man.” I looked up towards my father’s worn, bearded face. He was a stern man, sun stained and leathered from his toils in the vineyard and, despite his earthy labor, his clothes were seldom blotched with soil or juice.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Humans
