Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
I Left My Love in Catalina
The ferry ride to Catalina Island was rocky as I kept the urn close to my chest. The heavy metal containing my mother's ashes was a pretty thing with swirls of blue and silver and white, mimicking the tides of the ocean and the seagulls that flew above. It was the last gift I had been able to give her; her mind had fled from her so fast over the past few years that any presents had only delighted her in the moment, more because of the novelty than the actual items themselves. A shame, really: she had been such a collector before the dementia had set in and robbed her of her golden years.
Letters From a Locker
My father used to say that if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Sometimes it felt as though I’d ridden a thousand miles worth of wishes. I wondered so many things about my family, but my uncle, the only person left to tell me anything, lay in a hospice bed at home. Thankfully, he received my letter before his heart valves gave out, letting him know how much I loved him. Covid prevented me from visiting, and my uncle hadn’t communicated for years. I remained the only descendant of my grandparents and my uncle had no children. My aunt and I began the daunting task of clearing out the storage locker every Saturday for a month and a half.
Fleeing the nest during Covid
When the UK lockdown hit back in March 2020 I panicked. A lot. I love my family to pieces but being around them so much was a huge trigger for my anxiety so when I found out that I would be under house arrest with them for good I didn’t react too well. I moved out. At the time I had been with my boyfriend for two months and was staying over almost every night, we were best friends and when the news of us being apart and him losing his job and part of his income that would have been his rent came up we decided that I would just move in.
I have heard it at age nine, year by year a new being it came with. A boy with a crush, a nephew, friend's brother, classmate, schoolmate and more
The Universe Listened
My sister-in-law is a Cassandra Clare fan. I like to say I am too, but she has actually read all of her main books and most of the novellas (whereas I still have some catching up on my reading to do).
Music and Merlot
Nora: Through most of this life, I have walked alone, even when surrounded by trusted allies and people who love me. Throughout, the elements have provided, but at a cost. It is not always a burden, nor does it come without a freedom, despite the balancing burden of responsibility. Ah, but I accept that the places I have been and the things I have done have brought me more satisfaction than I expected, despite the agonising losses. I have honed my gifts and my strength and found myself sure and firm in my own grounded feet. But Andrew O’Bannion was an unexpected gift, a boon that I had thought was lost long ago. I had expected a casual interlude. I received life’s ultimate gift: the return of my heart and soul.
Generations of Love
Samantha Dury listened to the creak of the stairs as her daughter, Olivia, crept down to the hallway. She was sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, Jack. It was raining hard, but obviously not hard enough to stop Olivia’s deceptive little mission. That was the bit that upset Samantha, the fact that her 14-year-old daughter had lied to her. She’d promised not to see Jack until his parents backed down and gave the relationship their approval, but here she was slipping through the front door and skulking down the front drive on her way to meet her first love outside the school gates. Jack went to an all-boys school – part of his parents’ ‘no girlfriends regime’ – and was generally picked up every evening by either his blustering father or cold, tetchy mother. Tonight, Tuesday, was football practice night, and the one evening his parents both attended literary appreciation classes. This gave Olivia and Jack a precious hour in each others company.
Saying Goodbye To My Mother
My mother died just over two weeks ago. She was 95-years-old, and while I knew she was near the end of her life, it still came as a shock to learn she’d had a massive stroke. Earlier in the day, I’d spent an hour with her in the garden of her care home. We’d marvelled at the birds and counted all the spring flowers that were popping up under the almost-blossoming cherry and plum trees. It had been a lovely visit — one of the most enjoyable we’d shared in months — and after I’d kissed her goodbye and started the twenty-minute drive home, I’d felt myself relax. Mom, it would seem, was settling in.
The Growing Season
The young woman sipped her merlot. Slowly. As if she expected it to be poisoned. And she wished to God it had been.
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 7
With the funeral done, Edric was unsure of what to do with himself. He still had affairs to settle, his parent's farmland, now his farmland, being the biggest one, but he couldn't help feeling anxious. He couldn't tell what the uneasy feeling was about, though.
Families Look For Ways To Combat Meal Fatigue
It's been a tough year for us all during the pandemic as most of the time we have been in lock down and were not allowed to go out unless absolutely necessary. If we went to the shops, we were only meant to buy the bare essentials for what we need to survive. There were even security staff inside some supermarkets checking our trolleys and baskets to see if we were picking up any luxuries which wasn't allowed.
It was exactly how I remembered. I closed my eyes. Patterns and shapes danced across my eyelids. I exhaled as my heart rate slowed. I had arrived.