family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
The Village: Part 1.2
***The village is a collection of memories based on the premise that it takes a village to raise a child. I will be jumping around so if you see an entry that goes from part one to part five, it doesn’t mean you’ve missed anything. I will be getting back to other parts as I go. I just don’t know when inspiration will strike.
By Sebastian Hill5 years ago in Humans
“The Boy in the Barn”
The sun was setting behind the city, creating an orange glow on the walls of the living room. I’ve lived here the past ten years, after my dad disappeared and my mom fell in love with my step-father. Everyone else’s voices hushed as the TV replaced their yelling, echoing my silence. The news channel droned on about “threats to democracy” and “risks to public health”, sprinkled with a newborn, baby elephant at the local zoo.
By Mel Hisert5 years ago in Humans
Fly High Dad
I was awoken by a loud screech. A haunting sound. It did little but rattle my nerves, for it's been a reoccurring sound on a nightly basis. The same bone chilling screech of a barn owl for almost a year now. I looked at my clock on my side table. 3:10 am. Dumb animal, why can't you let me sleep? I threw the blankets off me and stumbled to the bathroom. As I turned the light on, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I jumped back a little as I almost couldn't recognize myself. I had a ghostly pale complection. My eyes, typically emerald green, were void of color and looked to be sunken into my heart shaped face. As if on cue, the dam broke and the water began to flow. Tears now too big for my own face, raced to escape their reservoir behind my eyes. I turned away from myself and did my deed. Returning to my bed, I flopped on my bed to the sound of yet another screech and a few hisses.
By Paula Tybor Lmt5 years ago in Humans
The best deed
Relatively recent I went through a divorce. It was painful and I was starting at the bottom. With no job, no money and at first no place to even live. I was beside myself. But my good friend, her husband, and their son took me in with open arms. Usually I am the one helping others, giving them food, a roof or even my shirt if they need be. So being on the other side was much different. They not only gave be a bed to rest my head, food to fill my belly, they gave me a feeling of safety. They gave me for the first time in my whole life, gave me the feeling of "home" and family. They gave me so much that I don't think I could ever repay .They did all of this without asking for anything in return.
By Liam Heindl5 years ago in Humans
When the World Goes Dark
You know, the world isn't built for night owls. Often I find myself tiptoeing around my house late at night doing the things that 'normal people' do during the day. Not that the tiptoeing helps, seems as though everyone I live with just happens to be a light sleeper. Also if you are someone who likes to order out because of convenience and also to diversity your meals well tough luck, oddly enough ordering food or sitting in a cafe at three in the morning is virtually impossible, unless it's a weekend and the place you wanna try takes advantage of the party crowd, this is even harder since we've moved to the boonies. Anyways, things that seem to just work so much better when the world goes dark and I am left to do the quiet and my brain isn't overwhelmed. Something that none of my family seems understand, apparently day time functionality is something that just comes easy to people, who knew? Some of my favorite late night productive activities include laundry, reading, running, eating my meals for the day, catching up on all of the latest binge worthy shows, drawing, the list goes on but those are my top hits. I mean really, just take what you do during the day a plop it into my nighttime timetable. I've tried the whole force yourself to be a morning person thing but unfortunately it just doesn't work like that. They've even done research on it, you are one or the other and that's that, you are stuck in an empty pit of being on your own and living on a different planet then the other people in your life. That made it sound worse then it is, it really isn't all that bad, but sometimes you just get lonely. Especially when you live on in a farmhouse a good 20 minutes from the city, sometimes it's just a little too quiet for my personal liking, my family just moved out here 6 months ago and I am still not used to the stillness of farm life. That being said I do love being able to see the stars every single night, a luxury that city people do not know. My parents decided to ship us out here because they decided city life is just too easy, they want us to learn some responsibility, to make things with our own two hands, and to make a giant garden as a family like their parents did with them. I appreciate the sentiment one hundred percent, I agree that things do come almost too easy now a days however I did not love the idea of moving to somewhere that if a murderer decides to come kill you and your family there is no one around to hear you scream or a door to knock on that could save your life. That's just the over thinker in me though. If I was really worried I mean, I would not be going for midnight runs up and down our one and a half mile long road. One night after my run I nearly had a heart attack when I heard something fall in our red barn, but being the brave human I am I decided to go investigate. When I swung open the door I was surprised to suddenly see some sort of night owl flying straight at my face. I fell backwards and honestly thought I bruised my tail bone but then just laughed to myself 'one night owl scaring the other.' I am definitely the comedian of the family. Now I often look for the night owl, knowing that they are the only other being on this farm that understands me.
By Kelsey J Morris5 years ago in Humans
The elusive spirit of the wind
It seems odd to be telling this story at this point in my life, I suppose it’s somehow irrelevant now. But maybe, in retelling and reliving the moments here in this safe place, on paper, it may shed some light as to the secret we have not talked about since that blustery day all those years ago .
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Humans
Cocinita – Little Kitchen
In December of 2019, I graduated from college and moved back to my hometown. More specifically, I moved back home with my mother and sisters. I felt overwhelmed with my decision to do so because I had been away for four years and was not loo king forward to the changes to come.
By Angeles Tellez5 years ago in Humans
