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Camp Sibling
“Reece! Reece! REECE!!!” The strain from screaming his name so loud instantaneously summoned tears to stream down my face as I lay helpless in the thick bushes; I have sustained a painful, sprained right knee. My body began to quiver as the freezing temperatures started to take its toll, and the robust trees that surround me provided minimum protection from the brisk winds. All I could do was to look up at the twinkling stars in the dark sky, asking myself how’d I get into such a predicament.
Tish DinkinsPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesFamily Values
Memories are the best things that we have when others we had in our lives are no longer around. It's an amazing gift from God I think. My best memories are with my grandfather. They start back in 1980 when I was only five years old. That's when I learned how to ice fish. He would tell me all the time, "Early birds catch the worm, and the fish are biting today, I feel it in my bones."
Paige KostyniukPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesPostage Stamp Homesteading
Early in 2020 we had pretty much decided that since we were renters that we were not going to go to the trouble of doing any kind of vegetable garden. About the time we decided that, SHTF in the world and with the future very unknown, we quickly switched gears and started planning a vegetable garden. The landlord graciously agreed to let us use the overgrown field by the house and agreed to till it up for us (when I say overgrown, I mean overgrown!). I quickly went about reading everything I could about gardening and companion planting and more! Ordering seeds and plotting out the garden layout. I attempted to start seeds, but because they were still outside in the late winter/early spring temperatures, the seed starts didn’t do so well. Fast forward to Mother’s Day weekend….a late spring FROST/FREEZE! I frantically went about covering all my flowers and bushes with sheets and towels and buckets to protect them (the garden was not in yet!), brought in the ones I could and prayed the rest survived. They did – I don’t think I lost any plants during that freeze!
Father-Daughter Relationships
A father's role in a family dynamic is significant especially in a child's development in the early stages. This piece will focus on the relationship between a father-daughter relationship and the daughter's subsequent male relationships.
Francis SerevaPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMy Brother and Me
I still remember the day my older brother got to watch me. Our parents were going to our cousins' wedding. We assumed Betty Ann our regular sitter would be watching us.
Richard FrohmPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesHome is where the heart is...
I have always loved this home. My grandfather Joseph Desjarlais had this home since the late 1980's. He planted blue spruce trees, willow trees and the tall cedar trees that you see in the picture.
Jana MorinPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesCinemaddict
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S. Hileman IannazzoPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesEverything
The last time I had time to write, I had slept normally, eaten regularly, and I had delusions of how running a restaurant would be. Three months later I am running on fumes; my muscles begging for a break. I can’t stop. This is just the beginning.
Vincent MaertzPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThey ready
This abundant pain I cant shake this shit Living in the life of poverty I cant fake this shit Try to stay far from the bullshit
Queen KadafiePublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMarigold
It was the summer of 1997 that I found a new appreciation for life as I knew it. A seven year old girl moved in with her grandmother 2 and a half hours away from home, and NOTHING made sense about why my mother sent me away. The day I moved in, I remember watching the adults set up my bedroom furniture and thinking to myself….”my life will never be the same”. I watched them arrange things for a little while and then I went outside to the backyard. I picked the area with the most color mixed in with the grass and sat down. I picked through the flowers, one by one, until I stopped….dead in my thoughts, when I saw the marigold.
Stephanie MichellePublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMary's Gold
My name is Luna El oro de María Naiara but I go by Moon. I am a 5th grader at Panagia Parochial School. I really like school. My favorite class is Creative Writing. I love writing stories, especially about my family and the Holidays. I was excited when the teacher gave us an assignment to write about the upcoming Holiday, “Día de los Muertos.” I am sort of named after that Holiday in a weird way. I can best explain it by sharing my writing assignment with you. Here it is.
Winter LynnPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesHonor and Succession
It was six-o-clock on a Sunday morning and her phone had already rung at least four times. Sundays were her only free days and the only person she knows that likes to blow up her phone was her mother. But on the fourth ring, instead of silencing the phone, she answered in a muted voice, “What is it?”
Rosa JamesPublished 3 years ago in Families