Family

Smart Girl Dad
Raising children is the most difficult and often most thankless job in the world. There are no days off. There are no vacations. There's constant emotional upheaval. Oh, and there's no pay.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Confessions
At the beginning of my journey
have always had a burning desire to understand how the univers feel better about the totally unexplained, and unexplainable,
By Muhammad Nadeem4 years ago in Confessions
Why My Dad Is My Hero
The first thing that should be stated about Dad is that he is the mayor of nothing. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico and it seems like half of the people who share the city with me know Dad. He and I have had to work on multiple projects that require trips to the store for equipment, groceries, etc. Almost every time we step into a retail outlet, his face will split into a smile and his voice will boom out in greeting of yet another person I’ve never met before, but yet another person he has known longer than I have been alive. They’ll stand and talk like old friends for a few minutes and the person in question will inevitably smile and say how nice it is to see Dad like he’s some kind of puppy rather than the imposing figure he is at six foot four and three hundred pounds. Both parties will agree to talk soon and we will all part ways to go about our respective business. After a minute or two and usually without prompting Dad will lean over and tell me who he or she was, how he knows them and for how long. Dad may not have a lot of friends, but he has more acquaintances than I care to count; with all of whom he is somehow on good terms.
By Travis Rawlins 4 years ago in Confessions
What Better Father Figure Than My Dad?
My dad is the coolest day. How many people can say that their dad pretended to sing and play guitar as Barry Gibb from The Bee Gees while their mom fan-girled in the crowd?
By A. Marler4 years ago in Confessions
Mom's Love Power
"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but... you made me stronger than you think! There were times that I did not understand how you did so much to love me, and I did not realize that until I stopped going to the Boys & Girls Club. "Tia, I don't care if you are 18 or not, you're going to that Boys & Girls Club as long as you in my house." Those were the words you said. Confusion sunk in at that time not knowing why I could not go places after school or hang out with my friends. Little did I know that was protection from things that would throw me off track because you knew that I had dreams that could only be available to me if I stayed connected to the discipline instilled by your love. I love that she cared about how I proceeded in the world.
By Nitia Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Sugar-Free Popsicles
My dad was born on December 17th. From what I know (my mom told me all this) he was really smart, but just didn't like the idea of societal norms chaining him to a certain system, or a certain job. So he finished high school and didn't go to college. He seemed to live life at the moment. He hang around with his terrible friends, they were nice, just not a good influence. They would smoke and make irrational decisions to drive to Arizona and ride on quads. Like I said bad influence.
By Burnt Baguettes4 years ago in Confessions
Without My Dad
Without my dad, I wouldn’t have learned to ride a bike. Without my dad, I wouldn’t have learned to fly a kite and fix it when it gets tangled from the rushing winds. Without my dad, I would not have the skill or desire to search out the truth. Without my dad, I would not be the writer I am today. Without my dad, I would not have this love for sci-fi and fantasy such as Star Wars, Dune, Children of the Dune, and Star Trek; the list goes on! I owe my skill as a writer of fantasy and fiction to my dad. I can remember my siblings and I would beg my dad to make seasoned stove-top popcorn so we can all watch Dune at midnight until we passed out. Memories.
By A.M. Lillard4 years ago in Confessions
My First Love
It sounds quirky, but it is true. My father was probably my first love. Sounds a bit weird saying it, but he really was. I don't really have a clear memory of it, but everyone tells me that I was determined to marry him when I grew up.
By Ayumi Hino Gerads4 years ago in Confessions
My Father's Ghosts
There is a great good fortune in having loving parents close at hand. There can be a great good fortune in the natural beauty and quality of the places in which we spend our youth. As a child, I could not properly appreciate these. I was unaware of just how fortunate I was until a friend of mine from college visited my childhood home. Seeing the view from my parents' balcony, seeing the verdant surroundings and large lot of the house, he said simply, "You do realize you grew up in a paradise?"
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Confessions
One Final Goodbye
Dear Angel, Happy Birthday! Today marks your 43 birthday, or what was supposed to be. It’s been five years since we celebrated a birthday with you here on Earth. Let me tell you; it has been a very long five years. So much has happened, so many accomplishments, graduations, and milestones, and you weren’t there for any of them. I can only hope you were there in spirit, cheering me on from the other side.
By Emmie Falbo4 years ago in Confessions
Home, the one on that hill
When I was a child, I lived in this end of the mountain, but the moon cake seller lives in that end of the mountain, and when I grew up, I also lived in that end of the moon cake seller, but could not find home in that mountain.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Confessions
The Lawn Mower, The Television and The Freezer
It appears that the Hyde Sisters (that would be me and two of my sisters) enjoy getting their hands a little dirty and will do almost anything to get things done - because as Dara stated yesterday "It was Jeremy's fault." (Or Victor's).
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Confessions