family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
RANDOM UNFOCUSED
An observation of life through the eyes of a senior citizen who may or may not be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s, but definitely has issues with memory, focus and crossing the thin line between reality and fiction. Said senior is also learning to speak her mind, no longer trying to please everyone, realizing her opinion counts too.
CJ FlanneryPublished 2 years ago in VivaRANDOM UNFOCUSED
An observation of life through the eyes of a senior citizen who may or may not be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s, but definitely has issues with memory, focus and crossing the thin line between reality and fiction. Said senior is also learning to speak her mind, no longer trying to please everyone, realizing her opinion counts too.
CJ FlanneryPublished 2 years ago in Viva- Top Story - July 2022
The Crochet Chair
An old chair sits quietly alone separated from anything that seems familiar in a darkened attic room put away for safekeeping, or perhaps just forgotten. The golden fabric left dull with a light coating of dust and a faint scent of musty wood, nestled in a corner pushed against the slanted walls of the roof line even though the bare plywood was in harsh contrast to the polished wooden accents this chair became lost. The raised floral patterns worn to smoothness as this chair found purpose and great use once in its lifetime. A bit scuffed, tattered and worn but obviously having some importance to be stored away for such a long amount of time.
Sindy Leah FitzPublished 2 years ago in Viva Why I’ve been away from Vocal
Hey everyone. I’ve been trying to write this for a while now, but wasn’t sure how to. When I first found Vocal I was excited and couldn’t wait to write for every challenge that struck my fancy, to be creative and join the community. And I tried to, I wanted to try and make an effort to attempt any and every challenge, just to reawaken the love I’ve always had for writing.
Cereal OatmealPublished 2 years ago in VivaNever Go Back
I promised myself I would stay out of this. I'm not an American citizen. I don't live in the United States, and I rarely visit. When I do, the longest I've stayed was five weeks, when a funeral lined up with a pre-planned holiday, extending my original 3-week trip. Theoretically, this shouldn't affect me in any tangible way.
Natasja RosePublished 2 years ago in VivaMother’s day: Supermoms at work
Get options just like the past 2 years are unexampled, inflicting a paradigm shift within the method mothers live and work.
Dharmendra jaiswalPublished 2 years ago in VivaSpringle... The House
Brad Richardson was not crazy. He did not drink or smoke, so we knew he would not be around long. Brad was divorced and had three sons (I do not remember their names). His sons lived with him every summer (I guess that was the divorce arrangement). We never saw his ex-wife or heard anything about her from Brad. We knew she was white because that is all mom talked about...Brad Richardson and his mixed sons. Almost as if he had committed a crime by having children with a white woman. I hated when Brad had his sons. We were all thrown in together, because if you were kids, you should all get along. I was the only girl. The sons were always trying to kiss me or touch me. I could fight and was good at it; but trying to fight all three of them at once made it just about impossible to win. Stephen would just stand around and cry. No help there. I would tell mom what was happening, and she would say, "well you are going to have to get used to them, they may become your brothers." Or, "they are just being boys." Fuck! Why did my feelings never matter!?! Why did my safety never matter? It seemed as if I always had to fight alone. No help. No support. And, to make matters worse, I also had to watch out for Stephen (so much work!).
Susan WilkinsPublished 2 years ago in VivaSpringle... The House
Today is July 3, 1972. It is my twelfth birthday. We shall see what today holds. I don’t feel any different so far, but I am still in bed. Not for long I’m sure.
Susan WilkinsPublished 2 years ago in Viva- Top Story - January 2022
Pilar Had Ferrets
As the niece of a million handsome uncles, I was constantly surrounded by swooning women. Whether it was my sister's friends, neighbors, sisters of other girlfriends, moms, ladies who worked at my grandmother's restaurant- none of them were safe from the Latin lady killers that were my uncles. Along with this collection of hunky uncles came the collection of beautiful women they dated— the true main characters of this story. And, as I think back to my childhood memories with my uncles, rarely were their girlfriends not included.
Whitney GuerreroPublished 2 years ago in Viva Why Do We Celebrate Daughter's Day?
Daughter’s day is the most special occasion to be celebrated by the parents who are all having the little princesses in their home. Usually, people sentimentally feel that having a daughter is a blessing of their life and they wish to give all love and affection without letting her meet any sadness or disappointments in her life.
Laxmi RanaPublished 3 years ago in VivaNot For Sissies
I don’t have a nine to five job these days. I’m supposed to be happily retired and enjoying my Golden Years. The last few years have been anything but Golden.
Paula ShabloPublished 3 years ago in VivaBe Nice To Your Daughter
Dear Lady, You may not realize that I heard everything you said. Or maybe you didn't care. But I did and you broke my heart.