Lifestyle
For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
Homecoming
When I was a kid and storms woke the family, Mom would come into my room with a lit candelabrum to watch the sky with me. It was only fitting that lightening would dance for her funeral. The heat storm scared away most of the family and friends, but me and a few others stood around the hole in the ground. My mother wasn’t Catholic, but was close friends with Father Welch, so he spoke today in full regalia. My grandmother, a proud Protestant, would have rolled in her grave, if she had one. Father Welch finished his prayer and the crowd dispersed. He came over to me and clapped his fat hand on my shoulder. His grim demeanor looked wrong on a face cut with laugh lines.
By Ashleigh Walker8 years ago in Families
Staying Together for the Kids
I write this story because I am a child from a household that stayed together for the children. Growing up, I can remember never liking my father. Before I get to telling you why, let me tell you the little bit of the history I know of my father's past.
By Audrey Woods8 years ago in Families
My Beautiful Blessings
My life was forever changed the summer of fourth grade heading to fifth. I was ten years old and I had recently lost my beloved dog, Coco. She was the apple of my eye and the reason why I was always so happy. Her smallness, so intense, that if she were to bear her own litter, she would not survive.
By Alyssa Franco8 years ago in Petlife
When Did It Change?
It was such a beautiful night two years ago, when I got an invite to meet a complete stranger. His name was Derek and his intelligence won me over and made me drive two hours just to see him face-to-face. The moment we met was such a cliche' movie feel; fireworks and fatal attraction. As he cooked us dinner, we just talked. Yes, something that simple stole my heart in complete absolution. He was the most profound human I had ever met. The room was filled with laughter and nervously sent seductive looks. I felt like I was 13 again. We had no idea what this one interaction really was, how huge it would alter our lives.
By Shaina Steele8 years ago in Families
Top Ten Ways to Shake Up Your Week as a Parent
I think all parents at some point hit a rut. Life becomes this endless rotation of to-do lists. We switch to auto-pilot and forget just how fun being a parent can be. I understand it is hard, believe me, I know what a midnight cry over ice cream feels like.
By Amy Jourdan8 years ago in Families
Hurt. Abused. Broken.
It all started when I was in the third grade. My dad had a better job offer in a small town in the middle of nowhere. He always worked late or just never came home. That’s when it all started. The long, dark, scary nights. I came home from my first day in third grade at my new school. I was already friends with everyone. That night, I was told by my father’s ex-wife that I was a bad girl and I didn’t deserve anything but the scraps from dinner. She had moved my room to the cold, dark, lonely basement. She tied the door shut with rope so that I couldn’t get out and the cellar door had bricks on it. She’d call me up after everyone finished their dinner (dad wasn’t home) and told me to clean up. I remember time passed and if I was hungry, I had to eat a cold can of peas. I was so skinny, the only way my body knew to protect me was to grow hair. I got sent to school with only an apple and a quarter for milk everyday. I went to school and begged my classmates for just a little bit of food.
By Tabitha Rzeszutko8 years ago in Families
Maya’s Second Family
Dear Reader, Hi. My name is Maya and I am two-years-old. I love long walks and chasing squirrels but I hate bath time and not being allowed upstairs. I thought that I would tell you about the time that I met my second family. Yes, you heard me right, my second family.
By Charlotte Harvey8 years ago in Petlife
