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Luna Day
Luna sits in front of the vanity table mirror with a selection of make-up messily laid out in front of her. Pinks. Blues. Yellows. Some may consider it make-up fit for a clown but Luna sees it as fit for a Queen. Applying a full-face of make-up each morning has become part of her new morning routine during Covid. Just after she has breakfast—always weetabix with a side of orange juice—and before she begins her work. Sometimes she takes part in a Zoom call for which she is always insistent about looking presentable. Out of curiosity I ask her why she has started to incorporate this daily make-up routine during lockdown, and her reply is simply, “because you used to always do it, mama."
By A M E L I A5 years ago in Families
Origin of Antique Chairs
The antique chairs have not always been popular. The lower and middling classes sat on benches and stools throughout the mediaeval era and before. The chair did not become a symbol of high rank or privilege until the Renaissance in Europe, when it became a common piece of furniture for the expanding middle class. With the "luxury" associated with the chair removed, it quickly became popular across Europe, and it quickly became a symbol of the time's trends.
By Kevin Taylor5 years ago in Families
The Best Things Come in Three's
In my life I am blessed to have three strong, loving women who have each played the motherly role in my life. They are very different from one another but each of them serves a very specific purpose in my life. One of them is still here on the Earthly plane but the other two have transitioned beyond the confines of this word. Those two, I still feel around me every day. Especially on those days when I am struggling the most.
By Mikey Lane, MS, LPC, Energy Healer, Medium5 years ago in Families
The Preloved Shopper
My daughter’s birthday is looming! Her, sexy smart, beautiful brunette and cleverly artistic. As time arranged it, her son’s birthday is her birthday, a gift from god some might say. He is 12 years old, very social; easy to please – a planned day out, go-carting.
By Shanie Walker5 years ago in Families
My Dearest Friend
My dear mother, you went through a lot. Life was hard and you felt like giving up. I don’t remember a time when you and dad were together. I was only three when you split up. Right when you wanted to give up, you found God. You found the truth and turned your life around for the better. Even though life wasn’t always the best living with you, I have learned a lot. You gave it your all, trying to teach your children the right way. It didn’t go as planned, but you tried the best you could alone.
By Kristina Steffy5 years ago in Families
In Pieces
The apartment was a mess. Moving boxes littered the living room, some yet to be opened, some half emptied on the floor. Emmy sat in the middle of the room next to one open box and a dismembered Ikea desk. She flipped through the small black instructional booklet flanked by nuts, bolts, and screws. Sawyer sat on an unpacked suitcase, on her phone, on the other side of the room.
By Kayla Causey5 years ago in Families
Thunder Never Cries
New Mexico Territory 1892 Lucius McKraden was exhausted and ready to be home after a five-day ride to Sante Fe. The deadline to get a claim to his land was two days earlier, so this trip was necessary. His Sorrel stallion, Ramses was weary but trudged faithfully along. The path was steep and dangerous, but the shortest route to Sante Fe.
By Lance Dial5 years ago in Families
The Girl And The Fox
Cateline held her thick velvet skirts high and ran through the downpour. Horses hooves pounded in the dark behind her and dogs bayed above the sounds of the storm. She twisted to look behind her and lightning flashed, outlining the shadows of the soldiers on horseback less than two furlongs behind her. A rock rolled under her foot and she stumbled, but caught herself before she fell. Hot tears slid out of her eyes and joined the cold rain drops running down her pale cheeks. Her legs felt as if they were pushing through thick honey. She nearly dropped to the ground to accept her fate, but ran on, clinging to a thread of hope as fragile as a spiders web.
By Miranda Hadley5 years ago in Families
Blame it on the Weatherman
I suppose I could credit my good fortune that day to the weatherman, Lying Larry. He said to expect sunshine all morning. I don’t know why I decided to believe him this day. Maybe it was because of the months of isolation, or maybe it was just due to Gracie’s incessant whining to go outside. In any case, I snapped on Gracie’s leash and stepped outside into the crisp, cool air. Immediately I saw that trusting the weatherman was indeed a mistake but by then it was too late! Gracie was pulling with all her might and off we went to take a long awaited walk.
By Tammy Baxter5 years ago in Families
