family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
How a couple deals with the shock when they see their baby...
I am a 54-year-old Mom of one son, who is 22. His name is Robby and he has Downs Syndrome. My life is pretty typical, although while most of my friends are enjoying the “empty nest” syndrome, my husband and I will never truly know what that feels like. Robby will most likely live with us forever.
By Sue Killberry5 years ago in Humans
The Astronomers Instructions
London 1891 “Veronica! Supper is served! We are waiting!” When you come from a house of three brothers and four sisters, peace and quiet are two factors never quite achieved. Hence our neighbours here in the South of London had taken it upon themselves to call our residence, ‘the house of eight children.’
By Hayley Terraine5 years ago in Humans
Creativity in the Time of COVID19
I could pull a hundred excuses out of my rear end in an attempt to explain away my failure to seize these days of isolation and down time to try and do some work on at least a half a dozen manuscripts that are just strewn about awaiting resuscitation. In January I had banged out the rough draft of my first children's story, started working on ideas for illustrations and had begun to put together a funding page.
By Robert Allen5 years ago in Humans
A New Chapter
“How much you willing to pay per word?”, the next writer would always ask. It felt as though the rate routinely went up. A sports column. An op-ed. Fantasies and science fictions. The daily beat. It all cost a fortune to print. It soon became apparent to Hal that people just weren’t willing to pay like they used to.
By Lucas Diercouff5 years ago in Humans
Two countries separated by a common language.
I was done. It was the end of my effin road. As a person of color in the oasis of he United States that is supposed to be the greatest country in the world, I feel like that I have been played a pawn. I was only 7, but. I had always had a curious nature. Even at a young age I felt that I had something to say. On my 7th birthday my mother asked me what I would like. I only asked for a little black notebook so that I could write down my thoughts and my dreams for the future. I was, and I am, always curious. I did everything right, that society told me to do. I was the first to finish high school in my family, and against all odds, the first to finish college in my family. We are second a generation family descended from American slaves, brought here by Europeans, and sent back home to Liberia as free persons.
By Ian Shad Clayman5 years ago in Humans
KID69
CHAPTER ONE of my memoir, Kid69... Chapter 1: The First Fifteen First, some backstory. I was born in Brooklyn in 1953. My mother was 19, my dad 23. They were lifelong Brooklynites. Mom stayed at home, as was customary, until I was five. Dad worked on Rector St. in the city as a Purchasing Agent for the Allied Chemical Company.
By Sandy McKnight5 years ago in Humans
PEAK
Punching through the last bit of unforgiving brush with the help of a battered but not beaten machete blade, Joe was hit for the first time with the sheer magnitude of the task at hand. The mountain itself was hardly a contender for a behemoth, paling in comparison to the greats. Annapurna. K2. Everest. Thousands of years ago, when the plates shifted underground, forcing mount modest into existence, it seemed a promising up and comer. Joe catches his breath and hydrates as he sets his sights on the summit; a nearly laughable 1,600 feet from his grasp. Nearly.
By MAT WRIGHT5 years ago in Humans
Embracing My Freedom
I started slightly early and 2021, was here before I even realized it. No one will disagree with me when I say 2020 sucked! As we started hearing about the Coronavirus last year, I got sick. Sick like I have never been and ever want to be again, which in turn pushed a much-needed shoulder surgery into March. Well, we all know what happened then, we had the great toilet paper shortage!
By Roxanne R Estrada5 years ago in Humans
