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Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Are Grandparents Actual People?
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash There is an idea that has been plaguing me for some time. I can’t quite wrap my head around it, so I thought I would put my thoughts down on paper. If you are reading this (and I suppose you must be), I appreciate it and I hope I provide you with some insight, if not entertainment.
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Families
Beautiful Little Black Book
The day I put his phone number away was one of the most punishing experiences I have ever enacted. I steadied my hand, and swallowed my breath as I tried to forget at all that there was a beating heart fighting my every motion in my chest. I had to do it. I had to erase him from my contacts; erase his familiar number--the number that used to soothe my restless soul, the number that used to bring a fiery glow to my cheeks. The number simply had to go. It was now pain, and danger. It would now test all my impulse control. The number would taunt me. It would remind me of his gentle, and ferocious love. The number simply had to go.
By Meghan Blair Hoyle5 years ago in Families
The Honeymoon
The Honeymoon “Vicky, honey we’re gonna miss our free breakfast,” yelled my husband Jay from outside of the bathroom door. “I need to get rejuvenated and back to the kids and my job,” said Jay. We had finally done it, tied the knot and I was now Mrs. Robinson. Our wedding wasn’t the biggest but it was amazing. We were able to save up about 10 grand, but we couldn’t afford the white doves nor carriage ride I wanted. A simple wedding and reception at, The Lake, followed by a four day honeymoon, which I like to call Vacationmoon. Any time away from the kids was a vacation and we were enjoying it.
By Victoria Robinson5 years ago in Families
Riches Lie in the Smallest of Things
Desi packed her bag, slowly, while toying with thoughts of traveling the 4 1/2 hours to his home. The last three days she hadn’t slept, anxious about returning after so many years. How would people react to her complete abandonment of him, especially this past year, when he needed her most. How would she feel when she got there.
By Charlene Sipsey5 years ago in Families
Chocolate Cherry Cookies
Chocolate Cherry Cookies It has been over twelve years since I stood in front of Gram’s house. It was forever, yet it was just yesterday. I walked slowly past the FOR-SALE sign taking in the familiar site of the lilac bushes that framed the white bungalow. I stopped beside the rocker on the front porch and could almost see Gram in her pink cardigan calmly taking in the sounds of a new day.
By Ann White Lombardi5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
I squeezed my grandmother’s hand gently as she struggled to breath. She looked like a completely different person. Instead of her usual smiling self, her cheeks were sunken in. Her face was black and blue because it was easier for her to breathe on her stomach and she has been on her stomach for most of the past week. She was also extremely pale.
By Rosalind Franklin5 years ago in Families
Hope
The train was overcrowded and I had to sneak to the back. I felt like one of grandmame’s threads weaving through the tight fabric of that red dress she had been knitting for me. I leaned against the cold walls of the train and watched my reflection on the door’s window glass. I looked like a very fat thread in that fabric and I was even larger since I was wearing my backpack in front. I was supporting my backpack like grandmame had to support her huge belly.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah5 years ago in Families
Letters From Squirrels
Grandma Millicent was an eccentric old broad. That’s how she liked to describe herself, and honestly? It was spot on. I guess growing up I was closer to Grandma Millicent than anyone else, but to say that we were “close” is…a stretch. We hadn’t really talked much these past few years. I haven’t talked to much of my family since I left my parents’ house. We were never all that tight knit.
By Arianna Startt-Zakrzewski5 years ago in Families
My Future
I sat across from Mr. Cheaves in a worn-out leather chair that he pulled up to his desk. I think you are going to like this he said. I respond with a short smile. I do not like surprises of any type. I do not like phone calls that disrupt the flow of my day and I especially do not like Mr. Cheaves.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
My life wasn’t always like this, fancy, glamorous and lavish. At least, not until I wrote a wish on the little black book my Grandmother left me before she died. Now, I cannot find this book anywhere in my giant house in Beverly Hills. I am desperate. I need to find this book so that I can make a wish again.
By Daniela Rincon Morassutti5 years ago in Families
Important Things
I would have liked my grandfather. Dad told me lots of stories about him and the farm where his family grew up outside Topeka. I came along late in my parents’ lives and never got to meet any of my grandparents. If I could pick only one to meet, it would be Grandpa Everett.
By Michael Webb5 years ago in Families
