family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Friends from the Block
It's the fall of 2002. I pull on my flare jeans and my Rugrats t-shirt and grab my bike and walk next door. My best friend's mom answers the door and I ask if her kids can come outside and play. It was a simpler time. We didn't text each other to ask if we wanted to "hang out." We just knew that whoever woke up first would walk down the block and wake everyone else up so that we could start playing. If chores had to be done for one of us to come out, we all pitched in so that we could start playing a game faster. Life was easier. My biggest worry was if I would get tagged when we were playing Vampire at night. And when one of us got sick, we all did, so we never stopped hanging out.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Humans
I Fell in Love with Myself
When I watch the sunset now that I am free, it seems as though the glow is brighter, like the world is different. There was a time, only two short years ago, when watching the sunset almost depressed me. I longed to watch it with someone who truly cared, out in the open, breathing in fresh mountain air. But instead, I watched it from a prison where I spent my days pretending to be the happy wife and mother. For sixteen years I lived in this prison. For sixteen years I ached for more.
By Corinne Victoria8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 2
SERENA During the last five years in hiding, we lived on the coastal side of Colombia, in Palomino. It was a smaller town on the Carribean where the population was small and the cost of living was low since the city it resided in was a magnet for hurricanes. Fortunately for me and the boys, a close family friend of mine had offered up his fortress up in the hills as a safe place to stay in until it was time for us to head back to Texas.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 1
Daniel Five years of waking up with hangovers and you'd think I'd be fucking used to it by now. My head felt like a damn bowling ball as I lifted it off my pillow and rubbed my eyes open, fixing my junk as I headed to the bathroom to get ready for work. When I opened the door, steam blew out, and I waved it away as the silhouette of a woman exited my shower. Shit. I must've been beyond wasted to take whoever this chick was back to my place. I don't remember the last time I touched a woman, much less liking her enough to let her stay till morning.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
Letter to My Deported Husband
Hola, amor. How are you? I am fine. Our three kids are well. They grow more and more each day. Our oldest son looks just like you. Autism isn't stopping him. He learns more words day by day. Our beautiful daughter asks about you all the time. She's still a daddy's girl. Our baby boy is getting so big. I hate you missed his first words, first steps, and first birthday. I wish you were here to see it all.
By Nena Ranks8 years ago in Humans
"Apparently You're Not Parents"
This was a comment I responded to years ago and just found it: "Why do parents feel like their children owe them some kind of bearings? As parents it's your responsibility to take care of your children, the children owe you nothing but appreciation, not their whole beings. Comments are welcome."
By Razi'El Muntasir8 years ago in Humans
Generational Hate and Why Millennials Aren't the Worst
From being labeled “entitled” to “technology obsessed,” “detached,” and “narcissistic,” you’ve probably heard quite a bit about millennials, especially recently. Millennials get a lot of flack, especially when it comes to very cardinal things about our nature. We have been touted as the generation without work ethic; the generation that wants everything given to them with little to no effort. We’ve been blamed for the destruction of industries such as Applebees and napkins. We’ve even been slandered for loving avocado toast too much!
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
The Borderliner Stories. Top Story - May 2018.
"I'm going to take the car to the service today." Those were his exact words that morning. And she remembers them precisely. In fact, they keep ringing loud and clear in her head as her coworker drives right past her husband's car, parked in front of the hotel.
By Axel Raven8 years ago in Humans
My Boyfriend Is Still Married
Relationships are never easy to begin with, but it's even harder when the person you are with is still married. Now, before thinking I'm the dirty mistress, hear me out. This is not the typical situation of the secretary sleeping with her married boss.
By Tori Lynne8 years ago in Humans
