Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Families.

Aqua Dad
This is the story of a boy called Tom. Tom is very very small. This is also the story of Tom’s Dad. Tom’s Dad is very very tall.
By Luke Howe6 years ago in Families
The Dungeon
I hear footfalls on the old stone steps. I drop the ancient shaping tool I use to shape fallen tree limbs into 1x4s, and quickly hide behind a stack of 10,000 Christmas tree parts.
By Thomas Anderson6 years ago in Families
The Truth You Hid From Me
The Truth You Hid From Me By: Brandon I should have seen the signs. When I think back towards our time together, I realize now how obvious the signs were. But at the time, when I held you in my arms, all I could see was our future together. Do you remember that time I took you to the beach? It was your first time ever seeing the ocean. I remember thinking that day that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. If I had to guess, you felt the same way back then. It feels like so many lifetimes ago now. What happened? What changed in us? Remember how you looked into my eyes with such love and appreciation? Why did all of that change?
By Otaku Waifu Owo6 years ago in Families
Lucky Ticket
My hands shake as I hand over the bills to the attendant at the gas station. The place smells like cleaner and stale hot dogs, and the floor is covered in marks from where the mop went by with dirty water. He asks to see my ID and so I fish it out of the plastic sleeve in my wallet, the leather worn from years of use. He looks at it then hands me a playslip. I write down the numbers I’ve been thinking about all morning, hesitating when the gravity of it all makes my pen waver. If I order them in just the right way, I could win. If I don’t, I’m short $10 that I probably shouldn’t have parted with, and possibly left with a broken heart. I let impulse decide for me, and hand the slip back to the guy. In return, he hands me my ticket and asks if there’s anything else he can get me. I say yes, actually there is and walk out with a pack of cigarettes.
By Maggie6 years ago in Families
Why "Family Divorces" Are On The Rise
The last 12 months we all have experienced a shift in the way we relate to others. Especially our folks. The other day someone rang me saying " I am divorcing my own family, do you think you could help me?"
By Antonia Lyons6 years ago in Families
Preschool parents: Help is on the way
Preschoolers have limited attention spans and need a lot of supervision so how do you keep them engaged and safe and still get anything else done without just plopping them in front of a screen?
By Julie Thompson6 years ago in Families
Mother Drunkenly Messages A-List Celebrity About Me
This story I will say that unfortunately this is a story in my life, that yes, did indeed happen. I won't name names out of privacy and respect for the person. If you are ever feeling bad about yourself, just read this and you will feel all better about your life!
By Dreamer6 years ago in Families
Choice
Choices “Shhh! Be quiet!” “I don't see anyth– Is he dead?” Matthew asked. It's after midnight in Manito Park. Matthew and his friend Ely come here often late at night for something to do. As they approached their usual spot along the rock wall, there was a terrible smell.
By Jim Carney6 years ago in Families
One Person's Trash
"Girl, if you don't get down here right this second, I'm gonna come up there with a switch and light up your backside!" Jean hollered up the steps to her oldest granddaughter.
By Wendi Caston6 years ago in Families
Italian-a Super-a Bowl-a *hand gesture*
Food is not my strong suit. Sports are not my strong suit. So you'd think the Super Bowl and the celebration around it wouldn't be my strong suit as well. And for the most part you're right. If I'm invited to a big game party, I'm usually awkwardly trying to identify the aspects of football that seem familiar, looking for the plainest chicken wings or the cheese-est pizza, and I have a generally okay time (not at your parties though, Wolfie, you are the best). However, in my times at my parents' place, I am thriving.
By Sam Pinnelas6 years ago in Families
"Mama's Little Black Book"
'That's odd; rain only falls down these parts two times a year.' said Rose, to which I then replied, 'Mama always said rain is like honey; it falls down slowly and sticks to your windowpane like glue.' My momma was always philosophical like that, creating stories and songs, inventing new passages to unedited chapters in her little black book, and creating new plans for tomorrow without a worry for today nor care for yesterday. Momma was very intriguing like that- Until she wasn't.
By Antoine Thomas6 years ago in Families
Smart Cookie
My whole life, there were certain things that remained unchanged about my Grandfather. He was one of my very best friends, true blue. He always whistled, never sang or hummed. He always smelled of Old Spice aftershave, probably from the lifetime stockpile he'd received for almost every occasion throughout the 70's. And my Grandfather always had his Black Book.
By Susanne McCabe6 years ago in Families