extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
An F'D up love story
My story begins when i met my (now) fiance. We met through his cousin/my best friend. Neither of us had intentions on dating. Especially because he had a child already on the way. We ended up meeting each other and sparks FLEW. It was confusing but so so exciting. I fell in love and so did he.
By Erica Mendoza4 years ago in Families
For My Uncle
When I hear the words dad or father, I instantly think of the one and only father figure I could ever know and love in my life. That person was my uncle Tony my dads youngest brother. I still have no idea where to even begin my story with him other he was an exceptionally remarkable man who had a lot of pride and determination to always to what was right. But most importantly he also knew how to be a leader and a true model for all those that knew him including myself. Before he was married and had children of his own I unexpectedly became his first when he took me in during a time I needed him the most.
By Joanna Blaze4 years ago in Families
Father Figured Not
It is said that a little girl's father is her first true love. And that he teaches her what to accept and expect from the men that will surely come. How amazing that must truly be. To experience life so calm and pure from the beginning of your life. To be protected at any and all cost by a father is a joy that cannot be bought. They come when you cry and want to make it all better. Until another man takes over and asks for your hand in marriage. And the father reluctantly agrees to allow the marriage of his baby girl. Only because he knows that she picked a man like him. A man that will not only love, protect, and provide for her but also their children when that day comes. He's confident that he has given her the tools, wisdom, and knowledge to make the best choices in love and life.
By Daisy Lashae4 years ago in Families
Who where my dad’s
I never really knew my father. My earliest memories (other than what was in the photo albums) of my father were an incident at his mother’s house where she is just screaming and yelling at us (I cannot recall if it was directed at me or not), and Me and dad leaving out the side door. Other than that memory, the only thing I can recall about him was never getting child support on time or at all. Then when I was around thirteen, other than a few brief visits, I went with Dad to a Banning-Carson football game, then spend the night for Christmas. The last thing I remember about that holiday was that I was heavily in to computers and the commodore 64 in particular, and all I wanted for Christmas was a computer drive I needed to use the computer to it’s fullest. He got me a point and click camera. When I got home, my mother and step-dad exchanged it and got me my drive. Other than that, I pretty much do not feel I have a dad.
By Darryl And Heather Sandell4 years ago in Families
Dad humor at its best
People’s core personality traits are revealed during stressful moments, especially during disastrous situations. My dad’s response to our family’s disaster has impacted me and so many others for a lifetime. My dad always had a great sense of humor. The most genuine person with the purest soul, he often was hilariously funny without intending to be. Sometimes, in his naive honesty, he’d say something so horribly awkward the resulting hilarity would be legend. Most of the time he was just blurting out what was on his mind and in his heart. The result was the positivity and lightheartedness of an innocent reaction to any given situation. It was the best part of my dad. Without his wonderful quirky responses to life, I wouldn’t be the person I am. I inherited his optimism and ability to seek out the joy in moments of stress and despair. His unfiltered honesty and unbridled enthusiasm endeared him to all – especially me, who he called his favorite daughter; of course, I’m also his only daughter.
By JD Gallegly4 years ago in Families
Step Dad's Matter!
I was about two years old when my mother married my step father "Spider." He was a long haired, jean jacket, leather and jewelry wearing man who hung with the bikers in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. Hailing from the little town of Salmon Arm, British Columbia, his pops "Grand-Father" still owns Walper Lumber to this day. My Dad was covered in home made prison tattoos of lions, spiders, and that planters peanut guy. One time before he died, he let me give him a prison tattoo with turquoise pelican ink, and a tooth brush with a needle stuck in it! I gave him a funky little spider, and a girly print of the name "barb" right on his chest. Even though he and my mom were separated at that point, they still hung out. It was heart warming when I asked him, "are you sure?" To having the name on his chest. He said "Yeah, she is my best friend." Her favourite colour is green, and they would drink together and have coffee and smokes every day.
By Christabella Garcia4 years ago in Families
Anarchy In Slow Motion. Top Story - June 2022.
During some of the most turbulent years of his life, Bart Lynn Howell and his friend, Shane, were siphoning gas out of the tanks of cars on their block with a rubber hose and a gas can. Was this altogether intelligent? Probably not considering these two were not unknown in their tiny hometown of Fort Dodge, Iowa, and they were both high on some substance, and more than a little giddy from swallowing some of the fuel they were trying to steal.
By Ashley McGee4 years ago in Families
In Relation to Strawberries
Dear Brynn Willow, The spring after you were born, while your grandfather prattled wonderland style nonsense to your listening flower of a face, your brother and I planted strawberries. We dug holes, laid a layer of compost, snipped the end of the roots and spread them out. He held the plant upright while I replaced the soil.
By D. Thea Baldrick4 years ago in Families
