family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
128 Days
The plug has been pulled. 20 years of a life filled with consistency and stability upended in 80 minutes, it doesn’t seem right. I doubt that any kind of warning would have made this easier though. Maybe it would have just made me angrier. That’s about all I feel anymore anyway, anger. Rage. And here I sit with fists that feel like lead. My heart wants to punch holes in these walls that surround me. Punch holes through paint spattered canvases and picture frames, but I don’t even have the strength to do so. I can barely lift these lead heavy hands high enough to hold the pen I wrote this with.
By Sean Malakowsky7 years ago in Humans
Sometimes Leaving Home Is the Only Way to Find Home
I think I was around 10 years old when I learned about my family members that lived in different parts of the world: Canada, the U.S., and Europe. Some happened to be part of my nuclear family, close members that I had never met and likely to never meet, because they had "refused" to come back home—Rwanda home.
By Winnie Rugamba7 years ago in Humans
To Those Who Don't Consider Their Hometown "Home"
With the holidays coming up it's hard not to think about going "home" for the holidays. But not all of us consider our hometown to be "home." The town I grew up in was a prison for me, not always. It was only after I had moved away and then moved back to my hometown that I really began to realize that I didn't belong there. That it no longer felt like home.
By Michelle Schultz7 years ago in Humans
Coping with Toxic People; Friends, Lovers, and Even Family
Our mother and father were at one point our sole caregivers. Our self worth/significance was based upon how well nurtured we were. Neglect and abuse have a direct effect on the brain. If you came from an abusive household you will more than likely search for that. Chaos is all you know.
By Deviant Devour7 years ago in Humans
Fishman Chapter Six
Kathleen left everything to Ruth when she died. She had already given me all her video games before she became poorly. It’s been years since I stood in front of this house. I can feel an eerie breeze down my neck as flock of leaves blow by my chest.
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Humans
Why I Moved To India
No matter where you are in the world people often will ask you where you live, it’s often a difficult question to answer. As the child of an expat it’s question that I honestly try to avoid, just simply because its hard to explain that I’m an Australian who up until I started university lived in India.
By Harie Calder7 years ago in Humans
Them
Deteriorating mental state. Mental instability. Mentally incapable. Travis wished he was any of the above, so he could have at least something to blame for his downward spiral of a life instead of his social inability and the horrible horrible knots in his stomach every time he heard only his own voice in a room of heartbeats. He tried to count the people before him, tried to watch their mouths, tried to listen to the words coming out, and tried to still the sweat from profusely coating his palms.
By Hadrian Welsh7 years ago in Humans
Much to Do About Nothing
There aren't many times in my life where I've felt inexplicably numb. In fact, I've always had a plan if I were ever in trouble, but this time I was coming up blank. Torn shirt, smudged lipstick, broken stiletto. Frazzled hair. Middle of nowhere. Everything is blurry; I can't see anything since I lost my glasses.
By Kathryn Cobb7 years ago in Humans
Secrets
It was an unusually warm Saturday morning for it to be February, but I was still excited to take the bus ride to my sister's house to see my nephew Carter. He was only two weeks old, but I had plans of spoiling him as much as I could possibly get away with. My sister Cassandra was a new mother and she was nervous about every little thing concerning the baby, so I thought I'd lend a hand and do whatever I could to help her out. Our mother had yet to see her grandson because she was still angry about my sister getting pregnant so soon after graduating from high school. I thought that my mom's anger would subside once Carter was born, but she was adamant about not supporting my sister in anyway since she had no immediate plans of attending college. The fact that Carter's father never kept steady employment only added fuel to the already volatile relationship my mom and sister had. My mom also suspected that Cassandra was being physically abused, but she had no solid proof of her suspicions. I knew though. I knew a lot of things about my sister and her boyfriend Frankie that I never spoke to my mom about.
By Valerie Middleton7 years ago in Humans
