literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Day My Mother Didn’t Yell And Why I’ll Never Forget It
My mother was known for her voice long before she was known for her hugs. It filled rooms before she did. It cut through walls, through doors, through whatever distance we tried to put between ourselves and her anger. Growing up, yelling was not an event in our house—it was an atmosphere. It meant something was wrong. It meant someone had disappointed her. It meant I should shrink, move faster, speak less.
By sasanka perera4 days ago in Families
Bettijo Hirschi
Introduction Bettijo Hirschi is a multi‑talented creative professional from the United States. She works as a designer, art director, photographer, writer, and event planner. Bettijo has built a long career in creative work and media. People know her for her artistic skills, her work in magazines and television, and her lifestyle blog. She is also known in recent news because of changes in her personal life.
By Farhan Sayed18 days ago in Families
The Love That Stays Off-Camera
I didn’t notice the fire until it was almost too late. It was a Tuesday in late October. Dry wind, brittle leaves, the kind of air that crackles with danger. I was inside, scrolling through bad news on my phone, when the smell hit—acrid, sharp, wrong. I ran outside just as smoke curled over the ridge behind our street.
By KAMRAN AHMAD27 days ago in Families
The Space Between Noticing
The city woke up loudly, but Jonah always noticed the silence first. It lived in the early hours, tucked between the hum of traffic and the clatter of metal gates opening for business. It lingered in the spaces most people rushed through without a second thought. Jonah didn’t rush. He never had.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Families
The First Leap
The First Leap The young seabird stood alone at the edge of the cliff, the vast ocean stretching endlessly beneath him. The wind brushed against his feathers, teasing him, inviting him, daring him to move. Below, the sea shimmered in shades of green and blue, alive with motion and sound. To his family, flying was as natural as breathing. To him, it was a terrifying mystery.
By writermehranabout a month ago in Families






