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Just The Six of Us
Jewel walked up the short path to the old family home in Durham, NC she had recently bought. Her parents owned the home in the early ‘60s and she, just like the rest of her brothers and sisters, had been born there. Two stories and four bedrooms, dad had sold the home for a fraction of what it was worth because he thought the house and store combo a few blocks away would lead to easy money. But he and mom weren’t that business savvy and even those were sold.
By Andrew Rhodes5 years ago in Families
I'm an Old Goat
Ever since I was a child, I have been old. I remember always helping with my younger siblings and helping my mom clean up and wanting to learn more such as how to wash clothes with the old wringer washer (I don't think that is your average child's interests, but it was one of mine). The skills I learned served me well when my dad died at my young age of fourteen years old. The old Capricorn was built for this type of a tragic turn of events.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Families
Passion for the sport
As she approached her apartment a man, tall and slender, was knocking on her door. The man cleared his throat, “I have a package…. that needs your signature.” Madie was caught off guard. She just stares for a moment. Slowly, she shifted her bookbag to the other shoulder and signed on the line. The Delivery driver said,” Thank you” and turned to his truck.
By Celena Sims5 years ago in Families
Lucre
“Don’t go into the woods, Daniel,” Mom called from the kitchen. She popped her head around the corner, phone pressed to her ear. The smell of hot cocoa brewing on the stovetop, of soup bubbling in the pot, filled the air of the cozy, woodside cottage.
By Ronald McIntire5 years ago in Families
Wishful Thinking
Stevie sighed, breath steaming in the cold, like escaping frustration from his boiling thoughts. He was starting to detest thrift stores. Ever since his dad had gotten sick, his mom had dragged him from one junkpile to the next. Brooke, his annoying little sister, was in quite the opposite mood. Her two braids with sparkly beads, bounced with excitement as they crunched through the snow, to the entrance of the store with BRAD’S BARGAIN BIN written on over it. Stevie wished Brad, whoever he was, had decided to open something more exciting with his money. Like a laundromat. Or a tire shop. It could be worse, he thought grumpily, like Linda’s Lost & Found. That lady couldn’t decide if her shop was a store, or just a place to let her six cats run wild, stinking up the place.
By Reed Moore 5 years ago in Families
Granny Four
The first half of the Belfair Community Talent Show featured a troupe of adorable, heavily sequined tap dancers, an occasionally funny but more often not comedian, several singers (mostly children, but a couple of adults as well, including the special treat of local treasure Donna Weathers singing an aria from the Marriage of Figaro), and one rather overly-earnest poet neurotically tucking her hair behind an ear while over-sharing about a failed relationship. It was only at intermission that Debra discovered that Sophia’s mother, Rosie, was sitting right behind them, and sent Kurt off to the snack bar with Mia so she and Rosie could catch up. It was funny how little you could interact with other parents - even ones whose kids seemed to spend nearly every waking moment with your own.
By Gina King5 years ago in Families
Not This
I didn’t want it. The envelope sat fat and heavy on the corner of my desk. I no longer had to open it to see the contents. I lost track of how many times I had picked it up and looked inside, hoping somehow this time would be different. It wasn’t. The contents remained, stolid and unchanging.
By Sarah Roberts5 years ago in Families
Eight Ball
Jackie had a decision to make, and there was only one way to make it. It wasn’t a difficult decision. But, when you’ve come across a foolproof way of making the right decision every time, it was hard not to use it.
By Adam Patrick5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Erick Ruden was in the prime of his life. Graduated top of his class at the University of Iowa school of Medicine and is in his first year of residency at the University’s hospital. He enjoyed working in the pediatric unit, where from the windows you got a view of the Kinnick football stadium and all of the college games that were played throughout the season. The kids were brimming with excitement every time they got the opportunity to watch, which brought serene joy to Erick’s heart in his choice to dedicate his career to these children.
By Tyler Fletcher5 years ago in Families
Chai or Coffee?
For as long as I can remember, my father woke up every morning and made a large pot of chai. He was a poet, an artist - I knew because I’d seen his old souvenir notebooks filled with rhyming verse, frayed sticky notes and hotel napkins decorated with elaborate sketches of cars.
By Anaakhya Kavi5 years ago in Families
Sincerely
'Dear Mom-Who-Abandoned-Me,' No, too dramatic. -------------------------------------- 'Dear Mom-Who-Never-Accepted-Me,'
By Dani 5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
“A nice little windfall,” I said to myself, looking at the check for $20,000. My dog raised his head, stared at me, then huffed a sigh and laid his snout back down onto his paws. I had interrupted his nap. Well, his latest nap. He takes several a day.
By Cheryl Gross5 years ago in Families