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Magic of The Past
I sometimes miss my childhood days. The summer evenings beneath the orange sunset sky chasing lightning bugs. The spring days, spending hours in the field searching for four-leaf clovers. Fall, looking for witches and spooky ghosts around every dim corner. Most of all I miss Christmas time when my granny would come to visit for an entire week. I still remember the sound of her 1964 Ford Fairlane, which was the most exciting clamor and clangor in the whole wide world.
Rebecca IveyPublished 3 days ago in Families
Pirates Ahead
My grandfather was right about many things. He called the World Series winners many years in a row, how we’d put a man on the moon, Nixon – he knew things, or he was an excellent guesser. His 86 years of experience included both good things and bad, the good things being what he shared with his grandkids. Besides his love of chess, he loved making us laugh. He would take us into his lap and point to his mustache. We’d go to touch it, and he’d pretend to bite our fingers. My father did that, too, come to think of it. We’d break out into a fit of giggles.
Barb DukemanPublished 15 days ago in Families
You Don't Talk to Your Parents, and That's OK
In today's society, it is not uncommon for parents and their children to have estrangements with one another. Especially when our family morals have changed over time, and our awareness of our mental health has gained precedence in our day to day lives.
Stephanie DePalmerPublished 18 days ago in FamiliesThe Life I Choose
The dawning light wakes me as it eases through the bedroom window of the cabin. I slowly roll myself from the bed, pulling the blankets back up to snuggle the resting form of my husband.
Keila AartilaPublished 20 days ago in Families
The Anniversary Waltz
The morning haze of June 10, 1994, was particularly tiring for Shelley. Two months of pregnancy have started taking its toll, from the dreaded morning sickness to the backache that no Advil could kill. Bumming around the house, a restless Shelley figured today was just going to be another typical hot summer day. Mark, who started work earlier in the day, came home early, catching her off guard.
Barb DukemanPublished 23 days ago in Families
An Open Letter to My Future Daughter
Dear Precious Daughter, I have cherished and loved you since before you were born. This world isn't always easy; it's never perfect, but it's so much richer with you here in it.
Julia BlankerPublished 29 days ago in Families
My Naughty Little Sister
Intro When I was around fourteen years old, I walked into my local bookshop, perusing the shelves, most likely looking for the next Harry Potter instalment, when I saw it. I audibly gasped. A beautiful hardback, duck egg blue cover with the looping calligraphy of "50th Anniversary Celebration" written in gold. There was the unmistakable, pencil-sketched illustration of a sour-faced tiny girl with red blotchy cheeks, a deep frown, and a pet lip—My Naughty Little Sister.
Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl TravelPublished about a month ago in FamiliesDelusion
Mom wasn't always in the mood for a bedtime story. But maybe if I won this youth violin competition, or did particularly well at the piano recital, I'd get one. My chances went up if other parents sincerely praised me in front of Mom. They weren't really stories so much as cultural proverbs. As a child I used to have whole stacks of these Chinese proverb story cards. They had a drawing on one side and the story written out in Chinese on the back.
Second Place in Bedtime Stories Challenge
Chosen Princess
Little Golden Books, I had them all. I'm not exaggerating, I had ALL OF THEM, plus countless other books, and every night from the time I was 3, I read a bedtime story to either my mother or my father on an alternating basis. We eventually ran out of books and someone, I think it was my father, came up with something new. Always one to encourage my imagination, he decided instead of reading stories in the evening, we'd all take turns making up stories of our own.
Doing it All: Mother, Wife, Writer, Student et al…
Life Doesn't End at Motherhood! If you feel like you are overwhelmed, don't worry; you are not alone! I remember having two under twos at once! I think I spent 75 per cent of my time changing nappies (Diapers) or clothes. Let's not forget the constant tidying, the walks, food prep and especially snuggle time!
J.B. MillerPublished about a month ago in Families
10 Texts from my Dad That Should Be Immortalized in a Dad Museum
This is my Dad. That little sliver of face in the corner? That would be me. My Dad and I have been co-conspirators pretty much since the moment I was born. Our relationship largely consists of humor and fake-jabs at each other on the surface, but just underneath, there's a lot of care and concern for one another; that kill-for-you-die-for-you sentiment that many parents and children share.
Aiden Graham ColePublished about a month ago in Families
Words Are The Most Priceless Gift We Can Give
Creative Paralysis The last time I saw my dad alive, I was writing my first-ever Vocal story for the Behind the Beat challenge. I’ve replayed the night over and over thousands of times in my head. If I knew it was the last time I would ever see him, I would have hugged him and held on. I would have told him how grateful I was for the love he gave me in a million different ways …
Lori MeltonPublished 2 months ago in Families
