Family
A Prayer For My Father
I I knew the moment my father was about to die. I couldn't explain it to you, but I just felt it. I was so sure about my hunch that I spent the entire evening sitting on the couch next to my father's bed, watching him closely while he was resting.
By Chad Verzosa4 years ago in Confessions
With Love to the Perfect Jerk
Since I was a younger teenager I had a habit of explaining my relationship with my dad like this, "I love my dad; I hate the man". It still holds true today and believe me when I say this is no secret from him. He himself adamantly describes himself as "the perfect asshole". Since I was a child I'd hear him say this jokingly to other adults in my life and especially so to my mom. She herself, besides her laundry list of flaws and trauma from a rough life, is a saint for putting up with this man she had kids with. She's a subject for another much deserved story though.
By Shannon Hamling4 years ago in Confessions
My first story
My mother has always been a bit spooky. Oh, don't get me wrong, we have a brilliant relationship and I love her dearly, and she me. But spooky. Strange things would happen to her - odd little coincidences that you couldn't quite explain. She had an out-of-body-experience once. Another time, a little dish of earrings in her room spontaneously dematerialised one earring from each pair for them never to be found again. She would invariably know who was calling on the phone before answering it and she knew exactly when to hide behind the sofa and pretend we weren't in when the wrong someone came knocking.
By Ruth Sharman4 years ago in Confessions
Words Are Power
It was a few weeks after my son’s 16th birthday. He received an Amazon gift card from one of his friends and used this to order a knife. This particular knife looked like a raptor claw. It was small, had a hole in the handle for your thumb, and was shaped like a scythe.
By Brianne Roberts4 years ago in Confessions
Dad's Midas Touch
I walk into the entryway when I spy something glittering at the top of the wire rack. I'm fourteen and old enough to know better, but young enough that the canister tempts me. Dad always kept me away from it. He had a specific section in his outbuilding just for that sacred stuff. Even the WD-40 cans were intentionally placed out of my reach just in case. I was to go nowhere near it without permission or without command. I understood his concern.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
Low-level families like to keep "reasoning", and high-level families, fathers will do these 5 things
The dangers of the absence of a father's love began to appear from elementary school. There was once a documentary that revealed the hidden pain behind "problem children".
By david4 years ago in Confessions
I Wanted a TV Dad
Why are you being so mean to your stepmother?” asked my father. It was June 1980 in a pizzeria in San Leandro, California. I wasn’t from California and in fact, this was the first time I had been in San Leandro. My sister and I had been in California a week so far. My dad and I were sitting here on Monday evening in this pizzeria because my father wanted to talk to me. And I knew exactly why I was being “mean” to my stepmother. I suspected something – I suspected something that was huge and would hurt my mother, my sister and me. I didn’t know if I had the courage to ask though because my father could be mean especially when he was drinking and a beer sat in front of him right now. He scared me when he drank and quite often, I would hide in a book and escape my current reality. The pizzeria/bar was loud, and I was scared of him, but I had to know because my stepbrother had hinted that I was completely naive.
By Kathryn Wicker4 years ago in Confessions
Flying My Father
In the winter of 1998, my Father and I watched the original Star Wars trilogy together. My Dad’s decision to show me these films at such a young and impressionable age changed the course of my life, then in the spring of 1999 The Phantom Menace came out, and I was all in. Everything I owned was Star Wars themed, entire days were spent romping through the acres of rainforest behind our house playing with plastic lightsabers, chased by pretend Tie Fighters while piloting my own imaginary X-wing between the maples and pines of the Pacific Northwest.
By Dakota Rice4 years ago in Confessions
I rode my bike without a helmet, and I turned out ok..
I tried to think of a story to share of my dad for this challenge entry but there are too many to share. My dad’s life was and is his story and lives on in the heart of my mom, sister, brother, his daughter-in laws, grandchildren, and I. He was a stubborn old fart, but we loved him dearly. He was the kind of guy that you couldn’t hate even if you wanted to, and everyone tells me I’m just like him.
By Paul whiddon 4 years ago in Confessions
