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The Gift I Love the Most
In December 2017 my husband was signed up and ready to go to the Air Force basic training. We knew we wouldn't be able to chat on the phone, although he had heard rumors that they gave you an hour of phone time on the weekends to call home to family, but we weren't counting on it (didn't want to get our hopes up if it wasn't true). I didn't know how much of a heartache would be to not be able to talk or text him every day. Since I was a teenager I've had a phone and I now really understood how much we take that advantage for granted in our generation.
By Monica Bruce3 years ago in Families
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.
By Tish Dinkins3 years ago in Families
Family 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."
By Paige Kostyniuk3 years ago in Families
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.
By Francis Sereva3 years ago in Families
Cinemaddict
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By S. Hileman Iannazzo3 years ago in Families
Marigold
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.
By Stephanie Michelle3 years ago in Families