family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
"Free Range" Parenting? Or Just Parenting?
I'll start this by making myself sound old and curmudgeonly: Back when I was a kid, things were so much better! I think everyone thinks that on some level. Fond childhood memories of a "simpler" time flood peoples brains. Nostalgia paints some stuff in a very positive light.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Humans
That Place Where the Ocean Meets the Sky
Dear Diary, You know how a story hits you on a different level? You hear it off the cuff, barely paying attention, but it somehow lodges itself into your subconscious and pops up years later. That's how you know it was meant to be heard by you.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Humans
A girl on the wind
I was born into a West Coast family. Every summer, we spent hours, if not most of the day, on the nearest beach. After enough surfing and boogie boarding, even as a child, we worked up an appetite. So my father would either take us to Ted’s or a nearby In-N-Out or Wienerschnitzel so that we could stuff our mouths.
By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Humans
On Fairer Tides
The ocean is a brutal mistress. On such a day as this, she forces my hand. She calls me forth whilst pushing me away. A floating mammoth of sails and wooden beams stands proudly before me. Salty foam licking at its bow, desperate to taste the ship once more. A cool ocean breeze whisks off the canvas and causes it to flutter excitedly high above. For years, I imagined being on a foreign shore. I longed to be a noble explorer in far-off lands. I imagined building a new life following the path of the winds. I pictured the spray in my hair and adventure abundant. At the cusp of a year’s wait and a harsh winter, the dream can be mine.
By Emily Cheatham5 years ago in Humans
Loss & Regret
Do you ever look back on moments of your life, typically before it took a downward turn, and questioned whether your memories reflected reality? It’s easy to maintain this idyllic picture in your mind, as if what came before was sitting on the edge of perfection, before it was ripped away from you.
By V A Harker5 years ago in Humans
Adrift
Liquid fire ran through her body with each contraction. She felt the heat may burst her open if not for the cool sea air pinning itself to every cell of her body. Her eyes scanned the darkness in terror as she hid away to labour. The smell of the old rope the fishermen use in their dories, their oilskins hanging limp from the hook. The Twine Shed wasn’t the ideal location to have a baby, but nobody would find her here at night, and she would be protected form the cold North Atlantic wind.
By Sara Dunderdale5 years ago in Humans
