family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Choose To Keep Going
The end of 2019, the beginning of what I thought was the end. My ex husband and I separated, and I was now a single mom of two children with no idea where my life was headed, and no idea who I was. Laundry started piling up, dishes in the sink, house was always a mess, and all I could think about was drinking a bottle of wine when my kids went with their dad. I didn't want to face reality, and I just wanted to numb everything I was feeling and not deal with it.
By Lizzie Brooks5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK by Katie Melissa Eileen Melanson January 30, 2021. My grandmother spent a life unequalled in tragedy. Her first husband died of MS. Her second husband was completely beheaded in a car accident. Her brother was murdered with a shovel because he was gay. I apologize for sharing that, but it's the truth. At the end of the day, she had us. These stories only surfaced after her death. I was more sorry to hear of them than you. But I apologize none the less. There is enough sadness everywhere, already.
By Katie Melanson5 years ago in Humans
Childfree by choice
Here I am, 29 in a great relationship good friends and a good job.I feel pretty content with this point in my life and yet there is always a looming expectation or a young women in her prime of life. Baby making. A taboo subject if you don’t plan on giving your parent the grandkids they want.
By Laura sabatino5 years ago in Humans
Dark Side of Town
It’s the middle of October. Fallen leaves scatter the road. Cars speed by, forceful winds blow the leaves back into our yard. “Those cars drive too fast ‘round here!” yelled my grandfather. He doesn’t know that people don’t want to stay too long in our town. They’re scared.
By Zoe Suzanne5 years ago in Humans
The story of the Cat Lady
Well Mary was a divorced mother to six children.Brandon, William,Emily, Brian, Travis, and Nevaeh.She just ended her last relationship of seven years with James six months earlier,well her relationship was not real,turns out her boyfriend,James, was only with her because he wanted to have sex with her daughter from her previous marriage.There were signs that that was his intention,but Mary kept ignoring them and kept saying he loves me , he would never do that to me. Mary trusted him because she had a daughter , Nevaeh, with him and she loved him and thought he wanted to be a husband and father to her family.
By Mary Ellen5 years ago in Humans
The View
For the first time in nearly six years, it had snowed on the docks. The concrete walkways at this point had been soaked, causing Charlie to skid slightly as he entered the dormitories. While he had of course seen snow before, he was always pleasantly surprised when it snowed. In his own way, he saw snow as a sort of omen. Today was no different.
By Timucin Altan5 years ago in Humans
Tauntaun Headache
Last night, to save money, I slept in my Star Wars Tauntaun sleeping bag, under my sheets. Heating is very expensive in NYC. Now, the head of the bag is adorable. It’s not so great as a pillow. It gives you an epic headache. So I’m waking up on the first day of Mercury Retrograde with a Tauntaun headache and two cats in the bag with me.
By Dana Jensen5 years ago in Humans
A Very Special Birthday
Bobby sat on a rocky ledge overlooking the river that migrates over his parents domain. He was contemplating nature’s glorious design in these woods. He was only seven, but it seems that these woods change every trip he takes back here. His dog Ralphie always seems to find new territory to explore and new “toys” to play with.
By Michael Reynolds5 years ago in Humans
The Quest
The Quest Gail D Prentice Homeless, cold, and in desperate need of a bath, Ruby sat on the street corner holding her crudely crafted cardboard sign. The frigid cold drizzle on this particular overcast day had her twelve-year old body soaked and cold to the bone.
By Gail D Prentice5 years ago in Humans
Moving Out
I've lived with my parents for nearly 19 years. My childhood home is rich with loving memories, nostalgic smells and unfortunately quite a bit of dust. My materialistic behaviours have made me an unwilling servant to capitalism, no matter how many times I buy 'Eat the Rich' stickers off of Amazon. My father and I both share the tenacity for collecting stuff. Myself favouring nerd culture and my father with a hobby for old books and war replicas. We both fill our personal spaces with memorials to our passions, decorating shelves and cupboards with nick-knacks and memories. But as I am moving out this year to head off to university, I need to pack all of my possessions into my 2012 Volkswagen polo. A relatively small car; that I bought second hand, designed for zipping place to place in the city. Not really designed for hauling my original trilogy Luke Skywalker shrine across outback Australia, nor any sort of journey set in a fiery dust ball. And unlike Luke Skywalker I can't hire a dashing rouge played by Harrison ford to sweep me off to other planets with nothing but the clothes on my back. This is more of a do-it-yourself kind of mission.
By Bridie Shephard5 years ago in Humans
Apostle
She stood on the weathered deck of this house she once loved, where she felt loved, imagining herself younger, wilder. Dancing through the bull dust, down over swatches of grass. The sting on her skin from rolling into the bindi bur that filled in more land than lawn. Lazy days on this deck, giggling at the Apostle birds chatter and play. Images and sounds, the smells, all shifting in the hot winds, contorting into unreliable memories.
By TerriLee Robinson5 years ago in Humans
