values
Family Values
Memories are the best things that we have when others we had in our lives are no longer around. It's an amazing gift from God I think. My best memories are with my grandfather. They start back in 1980 when I was only five years old. That's when I learned how to ice fish. He would tell me all the time, "Early birds catch the worm, and the fish are biting today, I feel it in my bones."
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Families
Father-Daughter Relationships
A father's role in a family dynamic is significant especially in a child's development in the early stages. This piece will focus on the relationship between a father-daughter relationship and the daughter's subsequent male relationships.
By Francis Sereva5 years ago in Families
Cinemaddict
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By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Families
Marigold
It was the summer of 1997 that I found a new appreciation for life as I knew it. A seven year old girl moved in with her grandmother 2 and a half hours away from home, and NOTHING made sense about why my mother sent me away. The day I moved in, I remember watching the adults set up my bedroom furniture and thinking to myself….”my life will never be the same”. I watched them arrange things for a little while and then I went outside to the backyard. I picked the area with the most color mixed in with the grass and sat down. I picked through the flowers, one by one, until I stopped….dead in my thoughts, when I saw the marigold.
By Stephanie Michelle5 years ago in Families
Mary's Gold
My name is Luna El oro de María Naiara but I go by Moon. I am a 5th grader at Panagia Parochial School. I really like school. My favorite class is Creative Writing. I love writing stories, especially about my family and the Holidays. I was excited when the teacher gave us an assignment to write about the upcoming Holiday, “Día de los Muertos.” I am sort of named after that Holiday in a weird way. I can best explain it by sharing my writing assignment with you. Here it is.
By Winter Lynn5 years ago in Families
Honor and Succession
It was six-o-clock on a Sunday morning and her phone had already rung at least four times. Sundays were her only free days and the only person she knows that likes to blow up her phone was her mother. But on the fourth ring, instead of silencing the phone, she answered in a muted voice, “What is it?”
By Rosa James5 years ago in Families
Maravilla
1773 - Maracaibo Reina pulled herself onto the stone ledge that lined in the flower beds. Her small, bare foot snagged on her skirt hem a moment, and she yanked it free. Catching her balance, she looked back at the main house of the hacienda. The thick wooden door of the kitchen was closed, so Cook wouldn’t be watching. She could hear a horse in the courtyard, but she was alone within the pale walls of the garden. Reina bit her lip and crouched down, reaching her hand toward an orange and red flower. It felt soft beneath her fingers, and she paused. “Tía Emelia says I’m not supposed to pick the flowers.”
By Morgan J. Muir5 years ago in Families
