humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
My Mother's Shoes
After Mom died, my sister and I split up whatever clothes she had that we would use. Mom always had an impeccable taste with an eye for quality. She and I wore the same size sandals, and there was an almost new pair, light blue with a cushy feel to them. I tried one on, and it seemed to fit, so they were mine. They would be perfect around the house and when I did my gardening outside. Once home, I wanted to feel closer to Mom. Her shoes were there, and they matched my outfit.
By Nancy Nason Guss4 years ago in Humans
A Benchmark of Understatement
The British, and perhaps the English in particular, have a certain reputation for restraint and understatement. This reputation is not wholly undeserved (You see, I don't write "is totally justified", because, hey, I'm English, that's what we do, which is my point, really.)
By Bryan Hallett4 years ago in Humans
The Day The Music Died
It's Valentine's Day. I am going to do in two hours what it takes my mom all day to do. I am going to make a romantic dinner for my boyfriend, Mason. I open the jar of Prego, pour it into the pot, and turn the burner on the stove on. I now put on the pot of noodles and boil the water to let the noodles cook. Time to get ready for my date. I take a shower then blow dry and curl my medium length blonde hair. I put on a little make-up and get dressed in my black stretch-velvet even gown with my black and silver high heels. Two hours have passed. I go check on my spaghetti. The sause is black and the noodles are mush. I look at the clock there is no time to throw out the food and start over. Suddenly, there is a knock on the front door. I open the door to Mason holding a dozen of red roses and a small box of chocolate. I have him come in and sit at the dining room table. I say, "I really hope you're not hungry."
By Jamie Duncan4 years ago in Humans
