Reflections: Family stories and memories 205 Articles

by JZ Murdock

Marking Time -Please note that based on a true event, this story has some rather unsettling scenes in it, but nothing truly graphic. The snow had been falling all around us. It was unusually cold. It was 1968. Ofte...read more

by Teresa Strati

The Vigil Tess awoke with a jolt, sending her side of the blankets flying across the bed. "I didn't hear the alarm," her husband mumbled. The weekend and he scored the morning shift. Still, it wasn't as bad as worki...read more

by Abigail Luftig

Most people wouldn't understand the phrase "fishstick popsicles". Most people don't come from a family where the family motto is "we put the 'fun' in dysfunctional!". They don't turn Monopoly into a corrupt criminal enterp...read more

by Brenda Maier

As I awoke that morning, thirty-five years ago, the anticipation was overwhelming. This was THE day. The day I would get to cook a whole meal by myself. I woke my parents and told them to stay in bed because I was making t...read more

by Jacob Robertson

The Midwestern United States is a resplendent treasure trove of the exotic. Curios are as plentiful as the sky is wide, the corn is tall, and the pigs are fat and succulent. I dare you coast dwellers to find something as ...read more

by Phillip Chambley

TOO: Grandparents! The fun, happiness and excitement that your first grand baby can bring into your life! My first grand child Mason is now 18 months old. It's ironic? That when my 3 children were this young, it just seeme...read more

by Pamela Smith

Big Momma was always around and the family always discussed how we didn't think we could make it when she was gone. It just was not an option. I will take you back to two weeks before she passed away in April 2006. It was...read more

by MiLa Driver

I think Mighty Mouse brainwashed my son Matt. As little as Mighty Mouse was, he somehow convinced Matt to save his life despite our efforts to get rid of him. Let me explain. One night, Mighty Mouse made his appearance as...read more

by CliftonRoy

Spilt Milk It was 1967 and we lived on a small farm in Ringgold, La. Daddy was a cook in the Air Force and was stationed in Vietnam. Mama was left at home raising five boys by herself. I was fifteen and the ...read more

by Roman Del Bosque

I was devastated the day I learned we were moving from the little town we lived in, in Texas. I was only seven years old, but I had lived in that little town all my life - all seven years of it. All my friends were there...read more

by AJ Mullins

I came downstairs in my pajamas and made myself a cup of hot tea. As I sat sipping the tea and enjoying the tranquility that comes with an October morning, my mom came into the kitchen and told me that the neighbor's cow ...read more

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by Karen Appleby

Daddy Will Be Home Soon I was born in 1941 six months before Pearl Harbor was bombed. When I was about two and a half years old my father's draft number was about to come up, so he decided to enlist in the Navy....read more

by Margo Crawford

Being a Kid Again It was one of those rainstorms where you open the car door and get wet like you're stepping into a shower fully clothed, and I stood in it and waited on my three year old to prove how big he is and...read more

by Khim Leclair

I grew up with Catholics on my mother's side of the family and Taoism on my father's. As my mother did not want us pressed into anything, our home was without an altar. I remember a shawl being put on my head and being hur...read more

by Ethel Ashe-Frear

The Lost Document I get my best thoughts when I'm hanging the wash. Pick up a shirt, shake it out. One pin, two pins. Mindless work! This is the time I talk to God and He has the opportunity to speak to me. I don't be...read more

by Bill Ross

All of my adult life I've been told you must try harder and study more if you want to reach that mighty high. One person actually said to me years ago, there are twenty four hours in a day but if you want to earn money you...read more

by MoonMaven

My Grandfather When we drove into the yard I could see him, waiting there on the porch. I noticed his hands right away. They were large hands, rough and lined. And I thought about the pain those hands could inflict. ...read more

by Olivia Hughes

Dreams haunt me. I see dancing smiles and hugs holding me in their embrace from my two little angels. I go to sleep and I see them the dreams so.. real. I want to live in that dream to know it as a true reality. Not just a...read more

by Michael Cannata

The Cannata Chronicles - Chapter 1 Why I love My Brother Buddy. My name is Michael. It's not Mike or Mikey, it's Michael. I use all the letters and always refer to myself using my whole name. Not only because I like ...read more

by Yvonne Perry

For some reason I am remembering some of the instances of my kid's childhood experiences. I thought I'd share a few of them with you just for kicks. We lived in a rough neighborhood when my kids were little. Some creep ...read more