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The Things I Cannot Remember *Part One*
*Part 1* It all started on a cool summer evening when a beautiful 20-year-old woman named Ella* brought me into this world. My mother had married a man by the name of Jack* about two years prior to my birth and my father was a much older man. That age and the freedom that come with it held much attraction for my mother who was looking to escape her own parents.
By Lydia Noir8 years ago in Families
My Wonderful Family
This a picture of my family and I on my wedding day. As you can see, we can't be serious for pics sometimes. But this story is about my crazy and funny family. Some of my family members are not in the pic. Here is my family and I want to introduce them to you.
By Shante Hernandez8 years ago in Families
I Don’t Sleep Well When It Snows
I Don’t Sleep Well When It Snows I don’t sleep well when it snows outside, or if they’re even calling for snow. I will force my dry and tired eyeballs to stay open until I at least see the very first flake fall to the ground. It’s like I need visual confirmation that my brain can start racing away. Then, after I’ve crept into my bed, and whilst rejoicing in the beautiful quiet the snow brings to the city, I get to reflect on all the memories I’ve had with snow.
By L.E. Harrison8 years ago in Families
A Hard Rain. Top Story - January 2018.
We heard the news. On this night, my mother was in Los Angeles at a “quit smoking” resort (she still smokes.) My brother, Franz, had come to join us. Pointer, our family friend, also decided to enjoy an evening of wine and debauchery. We had two dogs, Rosy and Wahoo, a German Shepard and a Golden-Retriever respectively. My father was there too, of course. He owned the house, after all. It was a lovely two-story home in Old Metairie, an affluent neighborhood. We spent the majority of the evening watching television, and I had fallen asleep on the couch.
By Layne Radlauer8 years ago in Families
Post Natal Depression
It’s funny, I always wondered why mums had post natal depression. You have a beautiful new baby, some women would give their right arm for a child, so what is there to be depressed about? You come home from hospital with your bundle of joy and the house is full of flowers and visitors and Dad is home on paternity, the grandparents practically move in and the neighbours drop in a casserole. Your 4 year old is whipped away to McDonald’s so you can have some peace and your reassured the school runs are taken care of for the week. Bliss! Then a fortnight later everyone stops calling, Dad's back at work and you can’t wait to get back to “normal.” Except normal isn’t normal anymore because now there’s another person in the mix. A person who needs you 24/7. Which is fine except your 4 year old needs you too. At first you carry on as you already know how, your well placed routine, but that doesn’t work anymore, but you know you can do this. Next door does it, umpteen mums at the school do this hell the woman opposite has nine children this will be a breeze!
By Julia Spring8 years ago in Families
There's Always a Master and an Apprentice...
Yoda says, “Always two there are…a master and an apprentice,” in The Phantom Menace. So, considering today is the cusp of new beginnings, I started thinking and considering the people that’ve touched me and the people I’ve hopefully touched. Of course, coming up, my folks’ve been integral in molding me while finding my own path this year alone.
By Jason Rhode8 years ago in Families
