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A Moment Longer
She had felt the draw, that longing deep in her being for days now. It had been that ever-present churning within her since the day she had heard the old farm was being sold. Before this landmark in her life traded hands, her heart demanded that she take a moment, a day and return to her country roots. She longed for a few hours at least to step back in time to remember and relive the road she’d already traveled, before embarking on the exciting adventures the new year was sure to bring. With a few days off over the 2021 Holidays from her normal, non-stop schedule, she chose New Year’s Eve to make the journey. It seemed a fitting way to close the year with a walk down memory’s lane.
By Carolyn Hershey4 years ago in Families
I Tricked My Dad When I Knew He Was Dying
In January 2021, my dad apologized to me. “I know I missed some of your birthdays,” he said. “Is there anything you’d like to have?”
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Families
My Forever Name
My name is Bliss Crystal. Tait is my biological fathers last name. A safe pen name for my writings. Period. I haven’t decided on a last name yet because I can’t decide.
By Bliss Crystal Tait4 years ago in Families
Myth: Eating sugar leads to diabetes
Sugar leads to diabetes.” This is what you hear, and “You must stay away from white sugar in order to protect yourself from diabetes.” This is what you are also told, is this true?
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Families
Krazy Glue and the Seven Pop Sticks
Krazy Glue and the Seven Pop Sticks We are family. If we are together, nothing can break us. By Mario A Hernandez I am Mario, the third of five siblings. My sister Marla, and my brother Jesus Jr, whom we call Tato, are six and five years older than me, and I am four and five years older than Maire and Mirelle. The perfect sandwich. My father's name is Jesus, like our Lord, but they call him Chuy, and my mother's name is Maria del Carmen, like the virgin. It doesn't get more biblical than that.
By Mario Hernandez4 years ago in Families
Krazy Glue and the Seven Pop Sticks
Krazy Glue and the Seven Pop Sticks By Mario A Hernandez I am Mario, the third of five siblings. My sister Marla, and my brother Jesus Jr, whom we call Tato, are six and five years older than me, and I am four and five years older than Maire and Mirelle. The perfect sandwich. My father's name is Jesus, like our Lord, but they call him Chuy, and my mother's name is Maria del Carmen, like the virgin. It doesn't get more biblical than that.
By Mario Hernandez4 years ago in Families
An Open and Somewhat Closed Letter
The word “legacy” has become a buzzword for something epic; the story, empire, or inheritance you leave behind. Some people, for better or worse, have left huge legacies in their wake. Mother Teresa left a legacy of compassion, self-sacrifice, and love. Hitler left a legacy of hatred and destruction. Infamous people leave proportionately large legacies. The rest of us leave little legacies in our wake, throughout our life, some good some bad. They intertwine and fold in on each other and multiply until their effects are as far reaching as the remnants of historical giants. The process is just a little different.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Families
Holiday Traditions
Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. So many traditions revolve around the chilly days between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. They fill us with joy as we look forward to what’s coming. I remember as a kid getting excited the first time the snow fell. I ran outside and stood with my mouth open, catching snowflakes on my tongue. I would sit by the window for hours and watch the neighborhood Christmas lights go up. We would get to see all sorts of family members during that time, too. Aunt Lobelia was always excited to see me. Uncle Chris always had a piece of candy in his coat pocket. My cousins were fun to hang out with, too.
By Jaron Pak4 years ago in Families
No More Nonsense
She was sick of all the nonsense, all of it. Her son, the used car salesman, had asked for even more money – more money!
By Eamonn Miller4 years ago in Families
Leaving Paradise
“Look at this view, it’s paradise. The rolling green hills, the tree lined paddocks filled with kangaroos in the morning sunlight, making their way from one farm to another. Passing by the horses feeding, the alpacas and sheep grazing and the cows down by the dam drinking with the sunrise reflecting on the water’s edge. Why do we have to go? “
By Lucy Quix4 years ago in Families
Why an Absent Parent is Better than a Narcissistic Parent.
I remember telling a friend, who was always complaining about some guy she had a fling with, that I thought she was lucky he had chosen not to have anything to do with (their) her child.
By writemindmatters4 years ago in Families
Vocal gives
Vocal gives an outlet for stories that should perhaps remain untold because people who are supposed to care don’t want to be bothered by the trivial matters of your mundane life or the shared memories that bore them. While that is too often a harsh reality, I remember a time when my children wanted to hear every detail I had to share. I remember a time when they would run to the door screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!” because their father had arrived.
By Verna K Gunderson4 years ago in Families