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Everything Has a Reason
In this life, your mother and I learned that misery may love company, but happiness attracts the misery of company. Despite my transgressions, your mom cared for me deeply. Since the first time I saw her sitting on her grandma’s stoop peeling oranges, I haven’t stopped thinking about her one dimple smile. She was the prettiest well-mannered tomboy with her muddy Reebok tennis shoes and all those barrettes on top of her head. Unlike the other cute city girls in Palm Beach, her hands got dirty in that muck soil. Her great granddaddy inherited that thousand-acre land after the hurricane flood in ’28 from his pale-looking momma.
By Kimberly D. Dantica4 years ago in Families
String of Hope
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. I gasped for air but gulped water instead. As the waves continued to crash, the salinity burned my eyes. My life jacket was the only thing keeping me afloat, but the waves were too intense. At this moment, my life flashed before my eyes.
By Jayda Morrell4 years ago in Families
Open Letter to my Hero
You were my role model, my hero, and my Grandmother. You were there for us when our parents had to work. You were there for every local United Kennel Club tournament I was competing in. You were there for every basketball game and chorus concert. Thank you. Even when I knew you shouldn't have shown up. You still came to my Jr. & Sr. prom pictures, my Sr. Homecoming, and by the Grace of God you were able to make it to my Graduation. Thank you.
By Jessica Harris4 years ago in Families
Words of Wisdom
All Rita wanted to do was be left alone. She wondered why people choose to call, come by, or just talk more when your life suddenly takes a turn for the worst. After receiving the news that she had cancer, life suddenly stopped that day. She took the long way home from the doctor’s office.
By Nepherteri Chism4 years ago in Families
The Night of The OWL
Memory and? Shannon was desperate for relief. The single pane glass leached the heat from her face where her forehead pressed against it. Her hands still trembled despite her tight grip on the windowsill. Teeth clenched against the worry and fear drowning her inside. Her eyes, weighted with unshed tears, she willed them not to fall. She would not let this destroy no matter what. They needed her, Evan, her husband of 3 years, and dad. Since mom died, he hadn’t been the same.
By J.R Corday4 years ago in Families
I'll Change the World for You
Dear, True Father up in Heaven, Do you remember, when I was a baby, you told my mom that I had a strong will? Did you know that that has fueled me, has pushed me forward for so many years during so many struggles? I still think back on it all the time - I couldn't be close to you when you were still alive much, so I hold on to those words all the time - like the most precious gift.
By Caless Red4 years ago in Families
5 Stereotypes About The Youngest Child That Aren't True
Back in the 1920s, psychologist Alfred Adler coined the term, "Youngest Child Syndrome", detailing the negative and positive effects of birth order on a person's character. And boom! Stereotypes are formed.
By Katharine Chan4 years ago in Families
