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A cart, a donkey and a little too much wine
I’ll start by telling you a story. It is a true tale from a different time in a land about as far from where I live now, a modern city near the sea in the southern hemisphere, as you could imagine.
Michèle NardelliPublished 8 days ago in FamiliesDriver's Test
"She wants to know what happens if she answers wrong," I told the man behind the counter. Eyeing my teenage daughter, he replied, "Oh, a red light flashes and a siren goes off, so everyone knows!"
Andrea CorwinPublished 24 days ago in FamiliesThe Llama & Koala
Story & Illustrations © ‘For our Kids Someday’ It has been raining cats and dogs, the skys’ been nothing but gray, our
Jay KantorPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesDear Mom
Dear Mom (An open letter to my 1950’s mother) By: De Etta Miller Dear Mom, I’m not sure if this letter is for you or for me. But decades after your leaving, I feel the need to say: “I’m sorry.” I don’t know that I even believe in Heaven. I can only assume, that which was taught throughout my childhood might have some validity. Perhaps we all find the truth of our afterlife when it is indeed time for an afterlife. But what I do know and believe in, is how hard and yet delightful motherhood can be.
DeEtta MillerPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesStars in My Pockets
The La-Z-boy chair was burgundy. Carefully selected to meet my mother’s needs of both comfort and stability, this chair had the added bonus of also matching the living room. There came a day when I couldn’t hug her for fear of hurting her, but I could lean into her by leaning into the chair’s cushions.
Lydia StewartPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesMy Oma, My Dragon of Memory
The last time I saw my Oma she was old, small, tired, and in pain; lying in an oversized chair, wrapped in blankets with a cast on her arm and two nurses at her side. I remember placing my hand upon her and saying "goodbye Oma, I love you." I didn't plan on it being the last time. 4 hrs later I got a phone call. She had passed away in her sleep, just minutes after I had left. This is the last image of her that I hold in my mind. But that was far from all of her.
Effervescence
Gma shows me how to fold paper napkins, fives, and socks into the brown paper bags we bring to the park to leave for the forest of sleeping bags.
Christy MunsonPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesReturn of the Stay at Home Dad
My daughter’s mother, my ex, died. The funeral was to happen in 48 hours. I scrambled to find the quickest way back to Minnesota from Bali, Indonesia. I told my daughter to do her best with the funeral arrangements until I arrived.
Arlo HenningsPublished 3 months ago in Families- Content Warning
Tiny pink shoes
The drive home from the hospital was quiet, I always pictured this day differently. We had so much to say but we kept the thoughts to ourselves, as if it was taboo to speak. I wanted to say something and nearly do, when I glance at her she is looking elsewhere.
Dear Dad
I've been contemplating if the last few months have been the hardest of my life. They haven’t, but they come pretty fucking close. You of all people would know what a poignant statement that is.
Sian N. CluttonPublished 4 months ago in FamiliesWhy We Need Substitute Grandparents
I don’t know if it takes a whole village to raise a child, but it takes more than just the parents. If we’re fortunate, as we grow, we’re guided by a rich network of adults who look out for us and help us along the way—relatives, teachers, coaches, youth leaders, and others. We need a whole tribe to look out for us, to guide us on our way.
Chuck EtheridgePublished 4 months ago in FamiliesFathers and Christmas
“‘When you coming home, dad?’ ‘I don't know when’ But we'll get together then You know we'll have a good time then” – Harry Chapin
Carl J. PetersenPublished 5 months ago in Families