family

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

The Little Black Book
The morning Aunt May fell down the stairs, I knew that I would have to move into her house and help her. Luckily, she did not get hurt but after her scare, she didn’t want to be there by herself anymore. I was in the process of looking for a new place after my landlord sold the property, so it worked out for me.
By Jacqueline Bowser5 years ago in Humans
A Story that Nobody Would Believe
In the weeks following her father’s passing, Kathleen discovered that volunteering at the Richmond Hills Nursing Home was the only thing that kept her getting out of bed in the morning. Her father had been a resident there leading up to his death, and she regretted that she hadn’t made time to see him more frequently. As a volunteer, she had the chance to help other elderly people feel less isolated in the facility, and doing so enabled her to maintain a sense of connection to her father. Buried in debt from his funeral expenses, and recently let go from her job amidst a flurry of lay-offs at the factory, Kathleen stayed up most nights worrying about how she would make ends meet as a single mother with dwindling savings. The only time she felt peace was when, after dropping her daughter off at school every day, she turned into the parking lot of the nursing home to start her volunteer shift. She knew she would have to spend most of the afternoon searching for a new job, but at least for a short period in the morning she could forget everything that weighed on her.
By C. Doyle5 years ago in Humans
A Future Left Behind
Working the night shift at the diner wasn’t a chore. Off the highway, in the middle of nowhere, we didn’t get all that much business even on the weekends.
By Jessa Helmick5 years ago in Humans
Using Death To Fight Hatred
Millionaire George Stubbs, his wife, and their lawyer arrived early, sat in the courtroom waiting on the judge, along with the Coroner and the doctor who attends to his only son. Other relevant people and various newspaper representatives across the country were there too.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Humans
A Gift From History
I hated funerals and everything that came with it. The crying, the grieving, the heavy feeling of loss permeating the air. Everything about funerals felt like being sucked into a black hole of nothingness. It provided a painful reminder of the inevitable. Death was something that was attached to the human existence, and yet, we all secretly wanted to avoid it.
By Jasmyn Taylor5 years ago in Humans
RelationDips
The search for a new home began with the news that the owner of our home was selling up, and not offering a lease extension. Thus, after fourteen months, it was time to move-not our choice, but such are the perils inherent in renting. Truth be told we had been 'moving' in our minds for a little while before our lease was terminated. What had served our family well, was no longer quite what we needed. I started looking around, first online, then visiting houses for the mandatory physical inspection. This is the fun part. It's also very educational.
By D.A. Cairns5 years ago in Humans
Roots Run Deep
The Kansas prairie is alive with the wind. That may be my first memory of Kansas. A strong wind and golden grasses bending in a coordinated dance of land and sky. When the first settlers laid claim to land, they brought with them the idea of water witches who would find the underground water beneath the loam and silt with the use of a forked weeping willow branch. The branch would dip down as it sensed ground water. If there was no water, the settlers had failed before they began. If there was water, and they dug long enough to find the intricate root systems of the native prairie grasses, there was hope. There is a certain amount of accomplishment in thriving in a vast, uncultivated environment. The dandelion grows and multiplies while the orchid withers and fades in the fluctuating climate of hot, humid summers and cold, barren winters.
By K.M. Linden5 years ago in Humans
Hey There Sailor
Richard Corson opened the car door and shivered. The car's heat evaporated out into the dreary parking lot. He donned his blue camouflage patrol cap. He grunted; his black boot hit the pavement decorated with little frosted shapes. He drudged up the steps to the ugly government building his unit worked in.
By Lucy Alice Dickens5 years ago in Humans
From 1950s ‘Domestic Goddess’ To Modern Day Maverick: How Cleaning Routines Have Changed Over Time
Taking care of the space we call home is human nature. There is evidence that as early as Neanderthal times we were decorating our caves with ornaments, and painting on walls to share stories and entertain loved ones.
By Alexander Belsey5 years ago in Humans
My Marli
14th February 2001 It was a blistering cold day. No moisture in the air, but the type of wind that hits your face like an icy whip. Still, there was something beautiful about the moments when rogue beams of sunlight pierced their way through the gray clouds above.
By Alana de Freitas5 years ago in Humans
Thank You
I hesitate at the door. I’m confident, I’m ready; I think, trying to convince myself. The restaurant although filled with fruit flies and dirty silverware is a step up from the usual scumbag places we met. The place is deserted so it’s easy to spot him. His skinny frame, untamed hair and red beard; he fit right in with the place. “My girl, how are you!” He said standing up at my arrival. He reeked of cigarettes and beer, always a walking mini bar. I hate when he says my girl as if were the typical father-daughter duo. I sat across from him quickly, I’m here solely for business.
By Tee Dot5 years ago in Humans
Knockoff
“Twenty-thousand dollars?” Victoria repeated. Merritt instantly shook her head with regret. “I told Roger that we should have put more in the account, but don’t worry. There’s more where that comes from. After all, soon you’ll be the head of the Love, Em line. And-”
By CC Mars5 years ago in Humans