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Most recently published stories in Families.
My Sacred Place
Now a barren land, with no life; once was a prospering road filled with the laughter and joy of kids playing all together. It’s now a skeleton road and neighborhood, no young life out and about running and riding their bikes down the street. The older family, like my great grandmother although their spirits young and full of life, their bodies aren’t so young, and can’t necessarily take long and extensive walks because their limbs can’t carry that type of pressure as often anymore.
By Kamaria Imani8 years ago in Families
Cystic Fibrosis – Fletcher's Shock Diagnosis
We found out recently that Fletcher has been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. I would like to write updates along the way of Fletcher's experience with the condition to educate those out there (like us) who aren't familiar with the condition right from the start to show his journey through the good times and bad. Writing also helps to express my feelings about things in the best way for me. I hope it will help me to come to terms with his condition as at present I could cry at the thought of it in any moment.
By Lacey Matthews8 years ago in Families
Habits
"There's coffee in the pot," someone says to me as I'm scooping out my Nescafé instant coffee into a mug and adding hot water from the dispenser. "All good, this is faster," I reply. I tell people I'm lazy for preferring instant coffee to the real stuff. I tell people it's because I don't know how to use the coffee machine (this much is true but I’m sure I could learn if I wanted), a variety of excuses that look like I'm making my usual self-deprecating jokes. All to avoid the truth because it's just too painful to explain and I don't want to bum any of my coworkers out first thing in the morning because of a cup of coffee. The truth is that drinking this coffee reminds me of someone—of a morning ritual I got into because of that someone—it reminds me of a time I don’t want to have turned into some distant, hazy memory. Sure, I've since made that over-burnt powder more palatable with a splash of hazelnut almond milk, but every time I take that first sip I'm briefly transported back to a small blue kitchen in Murrumba Downs, Australia.
By Postit Fox8 years ago in Families
Aging Is Funny
I don't like to think about my parents getting older. Maybe it's because I know if they're getting older, that means I am too. I prefer to picture us years ago, when I had naturally dark hair and I still held high hopes my mom would figure out email.
By Lysa Christopher8 years ago in Families
The Belief in Warm Hands
The Belief in Warm Hands. Shocking. There were no other words to describe it other than that. Shocking. The amount of joy he produced was palpable—overbearing even. His smile wasn’t hinging upon monetary gains and ephemeral pleasures. He was just love, looking to be loved.
By Jordan Ento8 years ago in Families
Not Your Typical Love Story
The year was 2014. I had just started my first job at Wendy’s, you were my manager, always smiling, making me laugh. You were taken at the time, but I’d always wondered what could be. Two years later, you let me go. The reason was understood, and though I was sad, I knew it was for the best.
By Kayla Martin8 years ago in Families
