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Not Funny at All
Strong hands took hold of Jacob’s internal organs and kneaded them like dough as the world vanished and time stood still. The hoped for response had not even formed on his wife’s lips let alone been spoken to fill the empty glass of uncertainty. Janelle and he stared at each other briefly, then began to call their son’s name as their eyes frantically explored the surroundings. The internal assault on Jacob intensified; accompanied with cotton mouthed fear.
By D.A. Cairns5 years ago in Families
Keep Your Heart Open
I was a teenage girl in the 70’s. It was an odd time to be a teenage girl as we were bookended by the sexual revolution of the 60’s and the sexual free for all of the 80’s. Cultural norms were being challenged and changed daily, and it was hard to know up from down and right from wrong. We just did not know what we were supposed to do in so many ways.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Families
Living With The Memories
Hi, To many people, family is the most important thing. Whether its the family we were born into, or the one we chose, having this sense of community with those closest to us is an unparalleled feeling. It can be as uplifting as it is heartbreaking, and the latter is what this blog will be about.
By Alice Farmer5 years ago in Families
The Skipped Generation
Actually, my mothers choices in life taught me how not to live my life. I don't mean to sound cruel. I came to understand my mother very well. Everything fell into place and I came to admire her honest way of living. I also came to understand how she became the person who lived in the house when I was a child.
By Irene Cornwell5 years ago in Families
The Three Sister Princesses & The Sapphire Tree
The Three Sister Princess all stood with their noses resting on their parents’ footboard. Their Father King and Mother Queen, feeling their stares, slowly opened their eyes, and smiled. Giggling, the Princesses leapt onto the bed, snuggling up to their royal parents.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Families
The Sister Princesses & The Archery Tournament
The Middlest and Youngest Sister Princesses sat up in their beds to see their Oldest Sister was not in hers. Rubbing their eyes, the Middlest Sister wondered where her Older Sister had gone and the Youngest Sister wondered what was for breakfast. After getting dressed and ready for the day, they went downstairs…
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Families
Bespoke(n)
She measures my left arm from shoulder seam to cuff, pressing the tape into my skin. When I flex my elbow, my wrist bone evades the measure. A stray thread is caught on the metal tip of the tape. She removes it and writes the arm’s length down in her sketchbook. I notice her handwriting. Long fine lines, evenly spaced, more drawn than written, they suggest the hand of someone who cares about the form and structure of things.
By Helen Limon5 years ago in Families
