family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

A wakeup call
I had read the message maybe fifty or sixty times but my brain still refused to process the words that were written on the screen. I felt frozen. Numb.
By Zoe Wong5 years ago in Humans
Why I Chose to Be Ugly
My dad's statement still flashes through my mind sometimes. "I just don't understand why you would choose to be ugly." He said.
By M Hylemon5 years ago in Humans
Dream
Sky sat at her table staring at the screen on her laptop feeling numb. Another bill just one of many that she had no idea how she was going to pay this month. She had just barely made the rent at the end of last month and now a new month of bills were looming right in front of her.
By Kyan Englehaupt5 years ago in Humans
My Covid Quarantine Story
My family has tested positive for Covid-19. This is a small collection of stories that will be happening over the next two weeks of quarantine. All names shall be fake and there will be no physical descriptions.
By Ember Joy5 years ago in Humans
The Bog Witch's Legacy
I blinked only to see wisps of white cotton candy clouds swirling above me. The sky so lovely and blue it could cure a broken heart. Well, almost anyway. Sitting up I realized I must have fallen asleep after the funeral. Everyone appeared to have already vacated the cemetery, which allowed for some of my dignity to remain in tact. All things considered it was a gorgeous Autumn day. Had I not just laid my favorite relative to rest, it might have been enjoyable. I ran my hands through my mess of curly, tangled auburn hair. Oh, if my Granny Sea could see me now! She'd laugh saying, “Jordan! Child, that head is a mess!” How is it possible just a week ago, we were together, laughing and picking herbs in her garden? This deep ache and sorrow was nothing new. I'd first felt it at age ten when I'd come to live with Granny Sea. My Mother dropped me off there in the heat of summer, promising she'd be back in a few weeks, before driving off to California to “try her hand at acting”. At first she'd sent postcards with sunny beaches, but they became fewer and fewer, until stopping altogether. Granny kindly tried to explain saying, “Some people weren't meant to be Mothers, especially when they's only good at wanderin' and leavin'.” I guess my Mother was a wandering woman, I didn't blame her for that. After all, I was happy to have been raised by Granny. We spoke the same language. The language of nature. We'd spend long days hiking through her woods, foraging for wild mushrooms, or planting seeds and pulling weeds in her enormous garden.
By Beth Ford5 years ago in Humans
How a couple deals with the shock when they see their baby...
I am a 54-year-old Mom of one son, who is 22. His name is Robby and he has Downs Syndrome. My life is pretty typical, although while most of my friends are enjoying the “empty nest” syndrome, my husband and I will never truly know what that feels like. Robby will most likely live with us forever.
By Sue Killberry5 years ago in Humans
The Astronomers Instructions
London 1891 “Veronica! Supper is served! We are waiting!” When you come from a house of three brothers and four sisters, peace and quiet are two factors never quite achieved. Hence our neighbours here in the South of London had taken it upon themselves to call our residence, ‘the house of eight children.’
By Hayley Terraine5 years ago in Humans
Lost & Found
“Where are they?” “Where are what?” “My journals!” “Where did you see it last?” “If I knew that mum, I wouldn’t be looking for them!”
By Nicole Wiertlewski5 years ago in Humans
Creativity in the Time of COVID19
I could pull a hundred excuses out of my rear end in an attempt to explain away my failure to seize these days of isolation and down time to try and do some work on at least a half a dozen manuscripts that are just strewn about awaiting resuscitation. In January I had banged out the rough draft of my first children's story, started working on ideas for illustrations and had begun to put together a funding page.
By Robert Allen5 years ago in Humans
Hometown:
I was born in South Florida, Hollywood to be exact. And I spent the first nine, almost 10, years of my life growing up in Miami.
By Anna Boisvert5 years ago in Humans
A New Chapter
“How much you willing to pay per word?”, the next writer would always ask. It felt as though the rate routinely went up. A sports column. An op-ed. Fantasies and science fictions. The daily beat. It all cost a fortune to print. It soon became apparent to Hal that people just weren’t willing to pay like they used to.
By Lucas Diercouff5 years ago in Humans
Two countries separated by a common language.
I was done. It was the end of my effin road. As a person of color in the oasis of he United States that is supposed to be the greatest country in the world, I feel like that I have been played a pawn. I was only 7, but. I had always had a curious nature. Even at a young age I felt that I had something to say. On my 7th birthday my mother asked me what I would like. I only asked for a little black notebook so that I could write down my thoughts and my dreams for the future. I was, and I am, always curious. I did everything right, that society told me to do. I was the first to finish high school in my family, and against all odds, the first to finish college in my family. We are second a generation family descended from American slaves, brought here by Europeans, and sent back home to Liberia as free persons.
By Ian Shad Clayman5 years ago in Humans