family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
2000
The day was March 10th 2000 the aughts was just in it’s first couple of months. I got up and took a warm hot shower which is my favorite part of the day. The temperature was 42 degrees the was sun shining bright And the wind was incredibly strong and powerful . I went to go eat my favorite breakfast avocado toast with a hot cup of coffee I was thinking to myself I’ve just turned 21 and felt my life was not in the place I wanted it to be I’ve felt like I was supposed to have achieved way more than what I’ve accomplished thus far . What was my next move , what are my long term goals , and what is my passion? These were some of the question that went threw my head , I was confused and lost but I remained steadfast and grateful. After graduating high school I decided not to go to college like my peers , It just didn’t seem like the path I wanted to go on . I’m more of a wherever the wind takes me kind of person , I’ve always been like this since a child and will continue to be.
By Aniya Brewer5 years ago in Humans
The Chimney between Two Windows
55 cents. What a strange amount. It’s an amount most people would ignore, would pass it by on the sidewalk without so much as a second glance. Futures do not hang in the balance by 55 cents. Lives do not change because of 55 cents. Except for Ann. Everything changed in Ann’s life because of 55 cents.
By Emily Boyer5 years ago in Humans
Dear Martha
Dear Martha My commitment is still touch and go mostly due to the occasional pandemic ennui. My kids and I do schoolwork, I do the dishes, I craft, I do little bits from your book, and fight the urge to binge watch procedural crime dramas. This week I continued to work on my entryway and my closet. I also baked that cake you suggested.
By Kelly Morris5 years ago in Humans
William and the Bonfire
A man and a woman, married, are standing outside in the place they call their front yard. Both of them know it’s really just the space between their own beat-down trailer and the next closest one, but calling it “the front yard” makes it feel less shameful. And shame, mixed with anger, is what has really driven all of this. It’s been the gasoline and the igniting spark.
By John Davis5 years ago in Humans
Trailer for Sale
Move In Day Mobile Home for Sale, Vintage 1B/1B, sparsely furnished, Needs TLC, $7000 as is That’s what the advertisement said and that was what she had been looking for. Maybe not the vintage part, but the price was right. Alice had been living with her daughter since she decided to take a break from her relationship with David a couple of months ago. As much as she loved her four grandchildren, she really needed some peace and quiet.
By Anna Munson5 years ago in Humans
You Can't Go Home Again
She had trouble finding the place. Of course, it had been 45 years since she had been there. She remembered it so clearly, though - the big tree ascending to the sky from the water surrounding its roots. It was there at the secondary entrance to the beach. Now a wooden fence blocked that entrance. No wonder she couldn't find it. She stepped onto a stump to look over the fence. Where the old tree once stood, there was only water. There wasn't even any beach - just lake. She was taken aback and then realized the stump she was standing on was that very tree. The feeling of disappointment was oddly profound. What did she expect?
By Lori Stremble5 years ago in Humans
On The Corner
The bike spokes glimmered in the sun rays that peaked between the tree shadows and the spanish moss that hung over the city. The newly pumped tires glided around the lush garden filled squares in town and maneuvered the cobblestone streets with ease. The large tree roots that broke through the concrete streets like miniature volcanoes were no match for this skilled rider. It's tourist season, meaning you must be ready at any time to dodge a slow-moving tour trolley or a gaggle of giddy bachelorettes at a moment's notice. The bike whizzed by all the additional people on the streets as the wheels swirled fast past the brick storefronts and street merchants trying to make an extra buck.
By Tia Thingss5 years ago in Humans
Violet’s Black Book
The automatic doors of the hospital swished open, blasting Violet’s face with warm air. She marched through the entrance, heading directly for the ICU, smoothing her hair, which reflected, raven-blue, under the fluorescent lights. She felt buzzing dry electricity of winter prickling through her. Vi was wearing black, as always—a black turtleneck, tucked into black pants, and a long black sweater that trailed out behind her as she walked—like Dracula’s cape, a witch, or a New Yorker.
By Marika Lynn5 years ago in Humans
The Comeuppance
"Oh. I do like your notebook. Yes. Very petite et bijou, one might say." Reggie shifted in her seat, puffed up with pleasure as if it were she who was petit et bijou (she was NOT). Reggie's peculiarities included accepting compliments on items she'd purchased or obtained as if they were items she'd crafted herself or as if she'd conquered some extraordinary challenge, like qualifying for the Olympics. Still, she had allowed me to persuade her into signing up for this amateur writing workshop so I wouldn't feel self-conscious about attending alone. My mother used to say that good friends are always of service, and I have to say, I agreed.
By Helen Havlin O'Reilly5 years ago in Humans
The Will to Give
Tessa saw her sister before her sister saw her. The red Accord, passed down from their older cousin, usually stood out as the only car from its era still on the road. Watching Corrine cross the parking lot toward the diner, Tessa straightened up her table. Angled the laptop screen as if she hadn’t been slouching. Piled all the used napkins onto her crumb-covered plate and pushed it to the edge of the table. Closed her black notebook and snapped the elastic around it, arranging it parallel to the computer.
By Julia Forrester5 years ago in Humans
