Family
Protection
Warning, guard dog on duty. Do not mess with him protecting his family. He will not back down. And tear you a new whole if you do not listen to him. He is going to protect Mama at all costs even from Daddy. Let's not forget that he is mama's boy after all. The alpha female of the family, with all of her wit and charm. That is a good story to tell in itself.
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Confessions
Poor Judgement Leads to Turkey Mishap
I’ve always loved the idea of hosting a dinner party and what is Thanksgiving, if not the ultimate dinner party? I practically begged my family to let me host the first year my husband and I were married. We lived in the crappiest apartment in PG County, Maryland, but I was determined to throw the best Thanksgiving ever.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash – A collection of Millennium Mishaps. Ever since he swept into my school cafeteria dressed like a film noire detective back in 1998, I knew I was going to marry Eoin and have his babies. He took a little longer to come around to the idea, but by the end of 1999 we were engaged and facing our first major dilemma – whose family to spend Christmas with.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Confessions
The Truth of Consequences
Oh, dear. Oh, dear… This is a true story, and one of those holidays that still crushes me. It was a typical Canadian Thanksgiving, meaning that it was celebrated by immigrants and took place earlier in the year than the one celebrated by our neighbours to the south. With my family, it was West Indian fare mixed in with turkey, pasta, salads, cakes and all the dishes that friends and family could bring over in the growing autumn cold. My mother was in charge of the kitchen, leading the other housewives and cousins and aunts and other female relatives whom I knew since I was a child. My father, as was common with the men in our families, had sports as a distraction on television (football and maybe hockey), or played dominoes on foldable wood and metal chairs and tables. Kids, if we were smart, had commandeered a television that was available in the basement and had our VCR ready to go with a choice of videos brought over or recently borrowed for the day (yes, the 1980s were a very different time). I would sometimes join them, but I was becoming a teenager. Most of the kids there were too young for me to play with, and the one who were older were not there (other friends and other events took over their lives). I was on my own. And I did not mind. I did not want to watch another comedy whose ending I could predict from the opening credits…or tape cover. I did not follow football or hockey (with the latter, I waited only for the playoffs), and with the kitchen, it was a no-go zone until I was called down to deliver grace and then eat. That would mean me, my room, and my guitar.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
They Said Host Thanksgiving, What Could Go Wrong
Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends. It's supposed to be a time of remembering the things you have to be thankful for and the things that are truly important. Yet, not all Thanksgivings are what they're supposed to be, and the introduction of new influences can sometimes knock a decent Thanksgiving from being memorable, right into the record books.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Confessions
Christmas With Cops
Being born and bred in the Southern US, holiday gatherings may seem a little... different than what the Hallmark cards portray. For starters, the holiday seasons around here usually coincide with hunting season. Being part of a family of avid hunters, it is not an uncommon sight to see antlers hanging on the walls and to overhear talk amongst my uncles and male cousins about their latest trophies. Furthermore, no holiday gathering is complete without the men in my family congregating outside to examine a new "toy" brought by one of the others and testing it out. Usually, it's some kind of firearm, but there are occasions when it differs.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Confessions
Walnuts, Pies, and Resentment
I used to really enjoy Thanksgiving. As a kid I loved making paper turkeys in school. Sometimes we’d have popcorn parties in the main foyer of the Breen School, crammed together, excused from class, to watch a well worn filmstrip. The five day weekend that started when the bell rang was the icing on the cake for nine year old me. In the small New England city I grew up in, we’d take our time walking home, shuffling through the fallen leaves with our cheap sneakers and our jackets tied around our waists.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo3 years ago in Confessions
Rough day
I wouldn't say I grew up in the worst of homes. However it was by far not the best place to be, between having two parents in an unhappy marriage, to a difficult split, and then both of them hating whoever the other was seeing; made for uncomfortable home life.
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Confessions
Heart Attack Holiday
It should have been a day we would remember fondly for the rest of our lives. Our first Christmas together as a couple. Surrounded by my family at the lakeside vacation home of my new in-laws, I had never been so excited for a holiday get-together. Nervous as I may have been, my affairs had never been in better order.
By New Cult King3 years ago in Confessions
The girl with the question mark on her wrist
2008-2009 The divorce was final. Not sure if the paperwork had gone through yet but my dad was definitely remarried and I’m now living with him, his wife and her two kids all under one roof. My baby sister was born and now I had this new family. As a 19 year old teenager I didn’t really grasp it all. This is sort of a trend with me that I’m noticing. I don’t feel things.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Confessions
