family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Retribution: Chapter 1
Algiers, 1917 Guillaume Lerou had been told not to go into the Casbah because there was fever, which was often the case in Algiers when the wetter and colder weather came around. His comrades had warned him about the outbreak because of his frequent visits to the home, and the bed, of a pretty native girl named Émilie Hussain.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Lost... Never Found
1987 Here, she was a young lady, about 11 or 12. It was a hard year for this young girl. Her dad died (grandfather). He was the only true positive father figure she ever had. He taught her so many wonderful lessons. He made her do things in life such as fishing. She did not like it but she did it anyway. Her grandpa was just trying to keep her out of trouble and not follow the same lifestyle her parents had with their alcoholism and their addiction to drugs. Along with her grandmother she learned so much. They showed her real love, real life...
By Angela Baerthel9 years ago in Humans
Who Does Your Happiness Depend On?
It is 10th of June 2017, 11:41 am as I’m sat on my bed, with my laptop on my thighs. The duvet’s covering my feet so I’m not too cold even though the window’s open; I’m usually cold, although I like feeling the soft pre-afternoon breeze that comes in through the open window.
By Nikola Lodkowska9 years ago in Humans
Days with Fleas in My Ears
We had a peculiar neighbour. When I say peculiar, it goes to such an extent where I used to run away from his peculiarity of sustained high-pitched tone of whining. He has something or the other always to clutch at. Either it is about the other neighbour's black cat every morning he looks at first when he opens his main door, or about the darned nuisance created by the songbirds or the cock crows waking him up early morning. He even complains about the owls blasting in and fracturing his silent nights with their unholy hoots, invariably followed by a proverbial death news the following day.
By Suresh Nellikode9 years ago in Humans
Lost Identity
Some people have said to me that I have Sofia Vergara's accent and Kim Kardashian's exotic looks. It's easy for people to approach me, as I have a constant smile on my face, except when I'm "randomly checked" at the airport and being shoved aside like a criminal. But other than that regardless of my looks I'm someone who is a magnet to others. And I still don't know the reason for such an unexplainable reaction.
By Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave9 years ago in Humans
No-Father Father's Day
Father's Day is just around the corner and I'm sure you've all seen those posts about getting the perfect Father's Day present. But, what about those people who don't have a father to appreciate on Father's Day? Well, That's what I am here to talk about today. Here's to everyone without a father on Father's Day.
By Loni Beach9 years ago in Humans
Things Never to Say
In keeping with one of my more popular posts, What We Need to Hear: Friends & Family Guide to PMDD, it only goes to follow that there are some things that friends and family who want to be supportive of a woman with PMDD should NEVER say, first out of compassion, and secondly out of self-preservation!
By Cheeky Minx9 years ago in Humans
The Game
“If you could change one moment, would you?” A common question asked in various ways with millions of answers. There were many moments I wanted to change if I could. My childhood was the best it could be. Velvet Barbie boots with heels that clinked all around the house and the loop of Blue's Clues episodes on VHS. Eventually this was traded in for a pair of white roller skates and daily adventures with the neighborhood kids. Up to a certain point ignorance, or should I say innocence—was bliss. But then one day those black boots, those roller skates, those VHS tapes, weren’t enough; enough to tune out the screams. To tune out the back and forth of words filled with hatred and regret. The threats and the violence and the anger. The constant questioning of whether it was a choice I made that caused the horrid domino effect that just kept going and going and going.
By Emily Mariscal9 years ago in Humans
Childless Mother
When I was a little girl people told me not to try and grow up so quick. That I should enjoy my childhood because one day I will look back and be thankful of those memories. I am so glad that I listened to them, because boy did my life take a few more drastic turns than anyone could ever have expected .
By Amanda Kuhl9 years ago in Humans
