grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Just before she opens the door to get in her car, my Mimi turns back to my parents and me. "I love you guys." Her voice breaks only slightly, and her smile is shaky.
Alivia VarvelPublished 2 months ago in Families- Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
Love: A Portrait
My nana stares at me from behind her tea. She tells me, "If you think a man is going to hit you, don't blink." I am sixteen and wildly in love with a boy who tells me he is wildly in love with me. A few months later my mother will take me to file a restraining order against this same boy.
sleepy draftsPublished 2 months ago in Families - Top Story - March 2024
My Oma, My Dragon of Memory
The last time I saw my Oma she was old, small, tired, and in pain; lying in an oversized chair, wrapped in blankets with a cast on her arm and two nurses at her side. I remember placing my hand upon her and saying "goodbye Oma, I love you." I didn't plan on it being the last time. 4 hrs later I got a phone call. She had passed away in her sleep, just minutes after I had left. This is the last image of her that I hold in my mind. But that was far from all of her.
Shall days be generations?
Greetings everyone, below is my entry for Vocal's "The Dragon Beside Me" challenge! Here's a poem about 3 generations of women who had influenced (and will continue to influence) my life, in not just the past and present, but future as well. I'll be doing a breakdown of it below, so read on!
- Runner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
A Granddaughter’s Hope
My grandmothers were kick-ass women at a time when being ballsy wasn’t seen as a feminine quality. For instance, when divorce was considered a dirty word and murmured behind closed doors, my divorced Canadian grandmother was making it on her own with three kids. On the other side of my family, my Japanese-American grandmother was the matriarch who held everyone together through adult sibling rivalries and bitter fights. After her death, our extended family fell apart without her.
Alison McBainPublished 2 months ago in Families The Seasoning of Resilience
Grandma Millie wouldn't let life's hardships steal her sparkle. Her hands, etched with the lines of a life well-lived, always held the warmth of a thousand summers. She'd endured more than anyone I knew, yet her smile remained as unyielding as the ancient oak in her backyard.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesMy Grandmother
(Trigger Warning-- for my Mom, I will talk about Grandma; you’ll cry, too. You’ve been warned. I did not stop crying for a moment while writing it.)
S.N. EvansPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesA Birthday Tribute
February 2012 I sit here in a chair in a large room dotted with other identical chairs accompanied by IVs and family members. The IV bag hanging from my stand is darker than the others hanging around the room. Mine is a dark brown, almost black. The others are a bright fluorescent yellow.
Alyssa NicolePublished 2 months ago in FamiliesVisits from Grandpa: My Heartfelt Encounters in Dreams.
A few months after my grandpa passed away, we were in deep sorrow. He was such a kind and down-to-earth person. My words cannot express my emotions right now but he was loved by everyone laughing, and smiling all the time. My grandpa used to find ways to make a good family get-together...
Home is Where the Heart Is
In the bustling heart of a city, amid the cacophony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, a small, weathered building stood its ground. Its paint was worn, and its windows bore the marks of time, yet to those acquainted with it, this edifice held a significance beyond its physical appearance—it was a symbol of hope and compassion. This was Haven Homeless Shelter, a sanctuary where weary souls found respite and warmth amidst the chill of the streets.
Yogi Tri AgustiyanPublished 2 months ago in Families- Top Story - March 2024
Effervescence
Gma shows me how to fold paper napkins, fives, and socks into the brown paper bags we bring to the park to leave for the forest of sleeping bags.
Christy MunsonPublished 2 months ago in Families Hannah's Cottage
As I looked out from our kitchen window, I saw the rain had stopped, and the clouds had made way for the sun. The tea kettle whistled just as I finished buttering my cinnamon muffin. Sitting next to me, waiting for any crumbs to fall, was my little girl Kerry, our chocolate lab. "Sorry, girl, no crumbs today. You know your mom has been on me about my messes in the kitchen." Her tail started wagging, and she gazed at me with those big brown eyes. "You are just like your mother. I cannot say no to her either when she looks at me with her deep green eyes."
Richard FrohmPublished 2 months ago in Families