family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
The Beginning, AKA: The End
The sound of silence was truly deafening. “How is it that it can be so quiet in here, yet it is SO loud?” My mind raced, in that instant, with derby-like intensity, cycling through a myriad of processes, none of which showed even a hint of slowing down long enough for me to put my finger on it to identify it, let alone grab ahold of, and cling to.
By The Sensitive Survivor6 years ago in Humans
The Joy of D-Rated Movies
The Joy of D-Rated Movies! My most ridiculous childhood memories and development of childish fears have been shaped by the seemingly innocuous adoration that my mother has for D-rated movies. This tale includes TV shows as well because the woman got her kicks through this medium as well. I have a difficult time to this day just hearing the intro music for the Twilight Zone. In perspective please understand that as a 4 to 6 year old girl my comprehension of sci-fi and horror was not as sophisticated as it is currently, so the concepts went right over my head and the fear of the unknown took over. My mother however was a Trekkie before the label was even a consideration and the Twilight Zone was entertainment for her soul. I can recall hiding under sofa cushions or behind whatever chair she was sitting in praying for it all to be over while she laughed at my angst. “It’s just make believe honey, it’s not real, come on and watch it with me” she would call out to me. I don’t think so lady! What the hell is that thing flying onto people’s back? What are those furry things multiplying non-stop? Why do those people have pig noses? I was seriously confused by all the TV shows and movies she would enjoy with abandonment.
By Nikki A. Higgins6 years ago in Humans
Stories about your name
Kias It's the day after my 18th birthday and unfortunately I'm stuck with this tattoo for the rest of my life. The current residency, apt number and last name of the girl I'm supposed to marry. My folks have been excited for this day since I turned 15 but I'm as my dad likes to say, "Less than happy about carrying the family name onwards." I just don't understand the point of marriage.
By Shassee Guest6 years ago in Humans
4 Ways to Love the Elderly on Valentine’s Day
Love it or hate it, everyone seems to have an opinion about Valentine’s Day. Whether you’re going out for a romantic dinner with your sweetheart, celebrating Galentine’s Day, or making an anti-Valentine's playlist, there is no shortage of ways to acknowledge the upcoming holiday.
By Natalie Rosen6 years ago in Humans
Return of the Ex
So for you guys that have been following this story of my life for about 2 years now, I thank you for your loyalty. For those of you that are new, welcome to this crazy life! So as you all know, I live in a very small town that makes you feel like you are in a hamster wheel of hell most of the time. Well recently my work schedule changed and it allowed me to start picking up my kids from school again. I was excited about it like any other parent that misses the kids when they are gone all day. So I was thinking that this moment of picking up my 9 year old was going to be the icing on the cake. Mommy had his favorite after-school snack in the car and rounds of classical music for the ride home.
By Friday Vibes6 years ago in Humans
Family Isn't Always Blood
Family isn't always blood. Sometimes it's just someone, a friend who you can just trust more than anyone else, and is always there for you when you really need them to be. This is something I have learned over the past year, and it's made me value who is really in my life and who I can rely on for anything.
By Katherine M.6 years ago in Humans
Daddy Issues
How can your life be ruined even before you started? Maybe not ruined, but certainly damaged. Such a damaged human being from the start. I always felt disconnected from every person, but most of all, family. I would be the one who was a goody-goody, while my sisters rebelled. They always treated me like the annoying youngest sister. The only one who wouldn't go out. The one always upset. Always jealous and longing for love and attention.
By Sara Davis6 years ago in Humans
Memories Are the Paint Brushes of Our Lives
I remember back as far as four and a half years old. Vivid memories of living in a basement apartment in North Denver, my Mom being on ADC and the County Nurse coming to visit and bringing a box filled with staples: rice, cheese, powdered eggs, milk, etc. I can still see the box on top of the table, way above my head. I can still feel the sensation of climbing up on the chair to look at all the goods being pulled from the box.
By Manueljoan Roybal7 years ago in Humans
Unconditional Love
I was the second-born son out of three. I was the middle child. I grew up in an average, hard working, middle class family. I had a seemingly normal childhood. I was a B average student. I was a terrific athlete. I had a big dream of playing professional football. I had no doubt in my mind I was capable of doing so. I was confident, driven and motivated to accomplish my goal. I was an unstoppable force. I wanted to make my family proud. An unexpected football injury in high school would change the course of my life. I would become a victim of America's opioid epidemic. My addiction, however, would teach me the importance of family. I would also learn the power of unconditional love, which is something the world needs more of.
By Kyle Swanson7 years ago in Humans
