Brynne Nelson
Bio
I'm a wife, mother, and writer. I have a passion for crafting stories and poems and posts. Please check out my work; I hope you enjoy it! If you do, feel free to leave a tip so that I can keep generating cool content!
Stories (15/0)
Ten Shortcuts for a Clean-Feeling Home
Mom's on her way in twenty minutes—you have time to scrub the bathroom! And then you glance back at the clock. Not twenty minutes—five. How are you going to make your home feel clean in five minutes? Or, it's organizing time and you're completely stumped. How do you make it look good?
By Brynne Nelson5 years ago in Lifehack
15 Surprising Things You Can Do While Still Being a Clean Person
Someone once told me that I would be perfect if I could keep things clean. And while that's definitely not true, it is a testament to just how sloppy and messy I have been at many times in my life.
By Brynne Nelson5 years ago in Lifehack
Hope Amidst (Prologue)
The room was spinning, the light sparking in the tears stuck in Clara’s eyes. She felt her body collapse to the floor, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered in that moment. Breathing was an afterthought, and why was her heart pounding so hard against her ribs like that?
By Brynne Nelson5 years ago in Futurism
10 Ways to Show Your Husband You Love Him
Recently, I skimmed an article called something like, “Five Things Your Husband Needs from You.” And it was fine, it listed good stuff like approval and affection and, of course, sex. And all that is important. But it’s also—forgive me—vague. Yes, your husband needs your approval... however, how do you show that? Which got me thinking. I like concrete instructions. Simple, exact things I can do to bless husband’s life, so I made my own list!
By Brynne Nelson5 years ago in Humans
Cinderella (Chapters 7 & 8)
Chapter 7 I felt my jaw drop. My Mama had been there for me for most of my life—how could she not know me? Yet I could see the cloudy confusion in her eyes; she was sincere. I snapped my mouth shut due to good breeding, but continued to stare at the woman who had raised me from childhood.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Futurism
It's Not Harmless
I have never been raped, for which I sincerely thank God. I have never been the victim of serious sexual assault. I have never been touched in an inappropriate way that left me traumatized. But I *have* been touched in a way that I did not WANT. Not for my own good (like being pulled back from something dangerous, or hauled off to time out by a parent), but purely for someone else's pleasure.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Families
That's Not Neglect
First, let me tell you how the rest of my day went. I got up and got my oldest (age three) ready for school. While I was preparing other things, I got a good breakfast into all three of my girls, and they had some playtime because I’d planned well. While Sugar Bean (the three year old) was at school, I took Gummy Bear (age two) and Sunshine (age two months) shopping. Gummy Bear got treats for being good, plus a lot of verbal positive reinforcement. I kept Sunshine calm and content, and got everybody’s Halloween costume supplies more than a month early. I picked up Sugar Bean from school on time, and then all three girls got to play with me AND their grandma. I put them down for naps after a good lunch. When Sugar Bean refused to nap, I let her have quiet time instead of leaving her to cry it out excessively.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Families
Cinderella (Chapters 4-6)
Chapter 4 Years pass like the falling of autumn leaves; each may be examined and declared individual and exquisite, but only rarely do they mean much on their own. Only when watching as a storm of leaves blows past in a bouquet of colors do they make up a whole, beautiful story. So it was with me. I grew older and taller, if not much taller, and my life was a happy one. I excelled at my harp-playing and, with Antony or Henri or occasionally my father as partner, at dancing. I spent my free time with my sisters, or with a book, or serving with the maids. A ball was held for Sarah and Suzanne when they turned 16, and another a few months later for me. I was called on by a few fellows, but not seriously. Cook allowed me to direct the servants for parties and dinners, and Papa stopped calling me his “Little Ell.” Mama chaperoned when Henri waited in the sitting room with me for Antony to come. I stopped playing pirates and fairies and learned to host tea parties and get my dance card filled. In other words, I became a woman.
By Brynne Nelson6 years ago in Futurism
