Family relationships, in all their complicated glory. Families explores the intricacies of being parents, siblings, mentors, and friends.
10 Texts from my Dad That Should Be Immortalized in a Dad Museum
This is my Dad. That little sliver of face in the corner? That would be me. My Dad and I have been co-conspirators pretty much since the moment I was born. Our relationship largely consists of humor and fake-jabs at each other on the surface, but just underneath, there's a lot of care and concern for one another; that kill-for-you-die-for-you sentiment that many parents and children share.
Words Are The Most Priceless Gift We Can Give
Creative Paralysis The last time I saw my dad alive, I was writing my first-ever Vocal story for the Behind the Beat challenge. I’ve replayed the night over and over thousands of times in my head. If I knew it was the last time I would ever see him, I would have hugged him and held on. I would have told him how grateful I was for the love he gave me in a million different ways …
Repurposed with Love
Checking the mail It wasn’t that long ago that I fell in love with a widowed gentleman. He would check his mail “to see if anybody loved” him, and would return smiling, even if it was only a bill waiting in the box. This gripped me, for I had long loved greeting cards, and bought them randomly over a period of years if they were pretty or amusing or unique. I bought the ones that made me feel something, and that I could imagine others would like. My collection was a reflection of part of me. I bought the cards, yet there had been no reason, no purpose or person in mind other than to recapture the feeling it had given to me the first time I saw it or read it.
A Quilt of Memories
“Mom? Dad?” Sam and Kate’s faces look serious as my husband, Ken, and I peer at them over Zoom. “You know how much we love you, but we just don’t think it’s safe to travel. We think you should cancel your trip.”
Lurlyne and the Amazing Technicolor Quilt Coat
My jaw hit the floor the first time I saw a quilt coat. A friend, and fellow crafter, sent me a photo of a bright and beautiful patchwork quilt made into a knee length coat. I was enraputred. How cool! How retro! How could I have lived this long without my own?!
Gramma Lives On
When I think back on my life, and my childhood, it seems that crocheting has always been a part of it. One of my grandmother’s was a knitter, and the other a crochetter, and I remember being quite young when I was drawn to that single hook. Now, I am not so sure if it was the actual art of crocheting that enticed me, or time spent with my Gramma –side by side on the couch as she showed me how to start. I was only 9-years-old when I first felt the cool touch of that stainless steel hook; and although I spent many years making long chains, or the odd dish cloth, my skills have grown exponentially since then.
A Seamless Legacy
We never forget those who taught us to sew. In a way, it’s like learning to manifest your creativity. Being handed the keys to unleash your imagination. Liberation in the form of fabric and thread.
A Gift of Presence
Every person has a certain kind of love language. Some show their love through touch, others through their words. Some show it through gifts while others show it through actions. My mother’s love language is presence. Being there. Showing her support by showing up.
Kids Say the Darndest Things
The unfiltered truths from the fruits of our loins. And the creepiest things they've ever said. Help?
Do or do not - there is no try. The ins and outs of one of the most difficult jobs on earth: parenting.
Nature vs. Nurture
What plays into our humanity? Nature vs. Nurture – how two factors affect one individual.
When It's Your Time To Go, It's Your Time To Go
We were all doomed, and my mother knew it for sure. “When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go,” she would say. The first time I heard it from her was around 1980, when we watched the movie Meteor, which was about the certain destruction of the entire planet. It had Sean Connery in it. He and his team worked around the clock to find ways to divert a meteor the size of Texas that was mere days away from pulverizing our cute little civilization. Mom just shook her head while she watched.
A Touch of Darkness (Hades & Persephone Saga- Book 1) by Scarlett St. Clair
Themes: Greek mythology, retelling, Hades & Persephone, erotic fiction, fiction, manifesting power, pantheon, Underworld, bargains and fate, love vs infatuation
Science-Backed Advice So Good I've Made A Hard Copy For My Teenager
Ask anyone for a piece of advice to live by, and I guarantee you, everyone will have at least one. Because we all travel through life making mistakes, doing stupid things, and taking chances, we either wish we hadn't or can't believe we lived through.
The Perfection of Parents
When I was a child, I saw my parents as something akin to perfection. I can vividly recall sitting at recess in year 4. One of my closest friends was complaining about how strict her mother was; another jumped in on the action and decidedly stated her mother was worse for having the audacity to not let her go to a sleepover that Friday. I remained silent. In my mind, I was thinking about how lucky I was. I had a mum who was strict but fair, and a father who was loving and kind. In that moment, my brain painted my family in idyllic brush strokes. A piece of art for all to see.
Last Ride on the Screaming Mimi
The quickening clink-clink-clink of the cars making their way up the metal track matched Kevin’s pulse as the top of the giant hill loomed closer.
The Meaning Of Life and Love
I have playfully dabbled somewhat over the years with various definitions of the meaning of life and love, and virtually all left me feeling wanting.The closest I ever got to a definition of life and love I was attracted to was "It is to aimlessly drift" I kind of like that, it certainly fits with my path through my own life and my skirmishes with love en route.
The Tale of the Fallen Family
It wasn’t high school surprisingly it was at my Mum’s parent’s house. I’ve lived with them since I was nine years old. I look at on all the memories of looking back on them. All of my life I’ve felt lonely. Have you ever felt like no one ever understood you? Yes, I felt this all of my life. Here is a list of all the reasons why I felt like I never fit in with my family:
I woke up to news that would unlock my purpose and grant me access to my divine destiny. Of course I didn't know this at first. It was a typical Monday morning as I sat at the table drinking my coffee and punching the invisible clock on my laptop as I frantically continued my search for a new job. It's true what they say, looking for work really is work. So I start my day and suddenly hear my doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting company so I looked out the window of my downtown apartment to see who it was, and to my surprise I see a delivery driver dressed in an all black uniform with his work truck parked in the middle of the street.
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