Genderless_I Want Ice Cream_Family Find_Meeting
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Genderless
GenderlessWith our meal over, yet none wish to rush a break away from enjoyable family time. Where each member is allocated specific preparation roles. All part of our ritual. Sundry cooking tasks, child feeding assistance and eventually tidying up. We stay extending positive together time, when possible. I want to point out this is not merely institutionalized quality family time, but who we are, and what we do. ‘I recall a professor,’ reminisces my partner Lyric. ‘Don’t remember what was being read, but I can picture a missing dust jacket. And a thin, worn red book cover. Dark red with gold...
I Want Ice Cream
TW: death, murder “Nicole!” My six year old sister forces me awake, “Mr. Rainkiss, wants something to eat!”I throw her off my bed, and she falls straight on her butt, “Tell Mr. Rainkiss to go bother mom or dad,” I grumble from beneath my red curly hair.“Mommy went to work, she told me to wake you when I got hungry, and dad is going out of town this week,” Lilly, my little sister, says in a matter of fact way, “Maybe if you worried more about our family and less about boys, social media, and extracurriculars you’d know what was going on in the family.”I shot up to look at Lilly, still in her pi...
Family Find
I secretly enjoyed accompanying my wife on her quarterly quest, traversing conwww.onedoor.cccrete lots or dirt fields for decades old items. The first time, she dragged me kicking and screaming, said she needed my muscle. That day I found a weathered Pepsi sign. It still hangs in the basement. Today's hunt for pristine relics is a three-hour trek to a town where my Mom's Grandmother vanished. Exuberant is putting it mildly when I told her our destination. "You'll discover something about Clarabelle" she said. Goose pimples burst out on my arms like sprinters at the sound of the starter pistol. Halfway to ...
Meeting
On a sheer peak of joy we meet;Below us hums the abyss;Death either way allures our feetIf we take one step amiss.Edith Wharton, A MeetingThey were supposed to meet on the 8th of October, at 3 in the afternoon, at the place that everybody in the village called the Turkish hill. The stories about the crossroads at the top of the hill were often told during winter nights and family gatherings, but she remembered very little of them. House built on top of the Turkish graveyard where a man killed his wife and two children for reasons unknown to everyone. Or was it a tree where a local farmer hange...