Ellen Hulburt
Bio
I’m in my late 20’s, from Michigan with a 6 month old boy. I find strength in writing and I hope you can find some entertainment here. Thanks for checking it out! 🖤
Stories (4/0)
Blue Shoebox
I’m sure at some point in grade school we all had the same assignment that instructed you to talk about your hero. I can’t recall how I answered. I may have used my father or my grandpa. Maybe it was my uncle. He was a veteran so it made sense to consider him a hero. Of course, now I realize that it’s always been my mom. I think maybe it took becoming a mom to see just how much of an impact she had on my life as well as my brother and sister. She’s not just a mom, she’s a protector, a creator, a friend, and so much more. My mother is my hero, and let me tell you why.
By Ellen Hulburt3 years ago in Families
Won’t it be Grand
My Grandpa was a preacher. He hosted a small service every Sunday in a quaint little building with old wooden church pews that had velvet cushions. Despite the fact that they may have looked inviting with their vintage charm, they’d make your butt fall asleep faster than anything I’d ever sat on. The place always smelled like old paper. Which is fitting, I guess, given the fact that every pew kept at least 10 bibles and a hymn book to go with it. The hymn books were mostly red but not a new red. They were more of a brick red, and they were old and some were tattered. They showed their age the way the building did, but the songs were still the same.
By Ellen Hulburt3 years ago in Confessions
