siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Mer-highs and Merlots
"So how long has it been?" My sister Jane asked, looking up at me from her cutting board where she was mincing garlic. "Since what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was asking but trying to evade the topic. "Since my last drink?" I was annoyed and did not want to talk about it, especially because the smell of the garlic that was now sizzling in the pan reminded me of cooking at home alongside a large glass of red wine.
By Kate Taggart6 years ago in Families
Walks In the Woods With Chicken Soup
The grass was damp. But it wasn’t just the grass, it was twigs too. And sometimes when I stepped on a twig or stick it would jump up and scratch my leg. My legs were fine though because this time I wore pants. I had to after listening to Joan go on and on about how stupid it was of me to wear shorts last time. She’s always picking on me.
By Jennifer Marie Libertini6 years ago in Families
Four Sisters
Four Sister’s Our Papa Was A Rolling Stone Karen Thomas My name is Karen Thomas. I grew up thinking I was an only child until last year in October. That is when I found out I also had a father. A lawyer had contacted me to tell me of my father's passing and that he had left me his estate.
By Karen Thomas6 years ago in Families
Promise me we will always have each other.
Both of us have been through the wringer. My sister Mei and I were adopted by our Grandmother when I was two, and she was five. We went to the same Catholic school in the middle of Chicago, lived in an apartment where we shared a 10 ft by 10 ft bedroom till we moved out at the ages of seventeen and twenty. That was right after our Grandmother passed away.
By Leah Harris6 years ago in Families
Embarrassing Family
This should not have made me feel embarrassed, but it was just the feeling that people in my family were only talking to me because my mom died. These people were only having me over to their house because my mom died, people were only asking me for dinner because my mom died. It was like if my mom had not died would I still exist to that side of the family? This is a family that I rarely ever saw. I had maybe seen them years ago at a graduation party for my cousin or maybe I saw them at a family reunion five years ago, but up until my mom died these people were not really an everyday occurrence in my life or even a weekly or monthly occurrence in my life, so it just felt kind of weird.
By amanda j mollett6 years ago in Families
Nostalgic Songs and Long Drives.
It is summer 2017. I am in Los Angeles, California at my big sister’s wedding. She and her husband are performing their first dance to “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. As I watch them, I feel so much happiness and gratitude. It feels incredible to finally see the big smile on my sister’s face and the joy in her eyes, especially after everything she has been through this past year. A few days later, on my long drive out of the state, I replay her first dance song and recount the beautiful memories we just made. To this day, whenever I hear “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran, I am transferred back into that moment, in that beautiful ballroom, with tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks.
By Bayan Kareem6 years ago in Families
36 years of Kelly
Kelly there a was a time we didn't even speak but let's recount the timeline throughout my eyes. When I came in this world in 1984, I know I was the baby and it had been you and Scott for 9 years before I had arrived. Kelly I ask with love but did you even like me when we were kids?
By Todd Simmons6 years ago in Families
Dear Terrill
When I read West of the Pecos, I realized you’re not much like its heroine, whom you're named after. Terrill is a beautiful name, and Dad (who favoured Western novels) thought it perfect for his first born. It was and still is. So, regardless of differences between you and your namesake, I sought out a few lines about the fictional Terrill that could describe you also -
By Marie Wilson6 years ago in Families
I Call You SistaMama.
I could easily start this letter off with Dear Sista or Dear Portia but that would be too typical. I hope that when your read this that one, you read it in my voice (I want you to feel the emotion I had writing this), two, you understand the depths of how much you mean to me (and us, your siblings), and three, I (we) love you unconditionally. I could not write this without saying those three things because without you there would be no me or us. No, you didn't birth us but you became our Mama at a early age when you were just a kid yourself. Changing diapers, helping with homework, transporting us too school, cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner, fighting our bullies, being our safe haven, defending and being our voices, and a whole host of other hats that you wore and continue to wear as a older sister. I often wondered if I have told you thank you enough. If not, then here is my thank you.
By Krystal Neal6 years ago in Families
Thank God For You
Dear Carol, I spent the weekend after Christmas this year fixing ornaments that I’d been putting back in the box without hanging them up for over a decade now, and I came across two that actually belong to you. I sat here with superglue fixing little elf ears and angel wings, knowing your Christmases must have somehow been a little less bright since we both moved away from home and I took these instead of you. Which of course started me thinking down a long and winding road of all the places we’ve been in the 47 years you’ve had the distinct honor of being my sister.
By Karen Haueisen6 years ago in Families
