Posts tagged "family"
The Hidden

The Hidden

My mother broke every plate in the house that day. She had destroyed the plastic plates first, each artificial disk severed before meeting the kitchen floor. She had taken the paper plates too, ripping them with her delicate hands until they had reached the floor, a despondent end to the lively meals that they had...
The Lack Thereof

The Lack Thereof

I was in sixth grade when I realized that I did not have a normal, healthy, intimate relationship with my family. This was a multi-step process, and by multi, I really mean two.
All My Siblings

All My Siblings

I know I’m not the first person to say that families can be very tricky to deal with. Yes, they’re there for life, the good ones should always stand by you and all that, but most people know that this hardly guarantees that you’re always going to enjoy spending time with them. More times than...
Family of One

Family of One

Families serve as great support systems. Some people are fortunate to have dysfunctional,su yet loving families. Some people find and create their family. But there are some of us that do not have the love and support of our genetic families, adopted families, or friend families. We may be lost and alone, looking for that...
Drinking KoolAid

Drinking KoolAid

“You’ve really drunk the Kool-Aid, haven’t you?”
How I Created a Wound

How I Created a Wound

Chinese New Year, my dad Skypes his family: two brothers, one sister, and both his parents. None of them are fluent in English–most of them only know a few words–and I’m not fluent in Mandarin so whenever I join my dad, I have to stitch together words to form grammatically incorrect sentences while conversation flows...
MOTHER

MOTHER

Mother, your love baked a shell around me until I was ready to crack it and rise from the Earth
Finding Value

Finding Value

On the first day of school, my AP European History professor, standing before us in his Star Wars collectible-filled classroom and running a hand over his spiked, frosted hair, told us to cut everything that did not have value. He called this a key to success before rambling about life for forty-five minutes in a...
The Method to My Madness

The Method to My Madness

TW: Mental illness mention, Dissociation mention, Suicide mention
on crevices

on crevices

I.   There are many wooden things in my house, Wooden picture frames sitting atop wooden china cabinets With wooden shelves housing more wooden frames.
i wear my mother's sadness like a wedding dress

i wear my mother’s sadness like a wedding dress

  silverware clinks and this is the language of our conversation. you are angrier today, fork drawing scars across your plate. i am breathing quietly.  
Space (and other things you attach meaning to)

Space (and other things you attach meaning to)

Nothing. A week before last Christmas, I’d gotten into an argument with my mother and father about something undeniably inconsequential (I don’t even remember) and inevitably illogical (on both our parts).