We sent her to Corpus Christi, TX because she was dumb. She had her hands in the marmalade. She did not know how to make breakfast. She was stupid. And she had an attitude problem. So, we told her that she's going to Corpus. We put her on the bus. We gave her $100. And that they would pick her up in Corpus. Well, she got to Corpus Christi, TX. She had given the bus driver the $100. I don't know why. So, she didn't have any money when she got to Corpus Christi, TX, but the family that was going to take care of her did. Buy food and give her clothing and things like that. A few months later I get a phone call. And it's the family in Corpus. They can't stand her anymore. She continues to put her hands in the marmalade. She doesn't know how to make breakfast. She doesn't cook, she doesn't clean, and she gives everybody in the household a hard time. So now I must look for another family and this time I believe I know which family might be able to help her. And it's the Jimenez famil

It was a quiet evening when Pablo’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Aunt Lupita. He answered, already sensing something was off. Her voice came through sharp, cutting through the calm: “Who’s over there?” she asked. “I heard voices. Are you having friends over again?”

Some people have a way of turning ordinary days into memorable—if chaotic—stories. Such is the case with a woman whose struggles with basic life skills have left those around her constantly problem-solving. Her heart is in the right place, but simple tasks often take unexpected turns, creating small crises that require quick fixes.

It was a quiet evening when Pablo’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Aunt Lupita. He answered, already sensing something was off. Her voice came through sharp, cutting through the calm: “Who’s over there?” she asked. “I heard voices. Are you having friends over again?”

Agnes 80s, sharp-tongued, wields her walker like a weapon, Stan 70s, meticulous, always with a spreadsheet, Doris 60s, flamboyant, a walking fashion statement, and Bertram 90s, grunting, surprisingly strong are enjoying their morning coffee. The air is filled with the gentle clinking of china and the murmur of conversation. A tray of coffee sits on the table. One pot is clearly labeled "EXPERIMENTAL - DO NOT CONSUME."

Bernard 40s, impeccably dressed, carrying a briefcase and lunchbox with military precision strides purposefully down a city sidewalk. His movements are sharp, efficient. He checks his watch – a gleaming, antique pocket watch – every few steps.

The screen door slammed shut behind the agents, the sound echoing through Wilma Jean’s surprisingly tidy cabin like a gunshot in a Baptist church. Wilma, perched on her porch swing, nursing a glass of sweet tea the color of a Georgia sunset, watched them go. Two young whippersnappers, fresh out of Quantico and clearly more accustomed to chasing down cybercriminals than elderly bank robbers who also happened to preach the gospel. She chuckled, a low rumble in her chest that shook the swing slightly. Retirement, she’d thought, would be peaceful. Quiet. Maybe a little too quiet.

Their breakfast was simple: two perfectly toasted croissants, still warm from the oven, accompanied by their iced tea, this morning lightly sweetened with a squeeze of Meyer lemon. The tea, a ritual as much as a beverage, was always prepared with the same meticulous care. Eleanor, a former magazine editor with an eye for detail, insisted on using only the freshest lemons, selecting each one with a discerning touch, ensuring just the right balance of tartness and sweetness. Arthur, her longtime friend and fellow editor, would often tease her about her obsession with the perfect cup, a playful banter that underscored their easy intimacy.

He's a salon owner that is flamboyant with an attitude problem. She's a poor little old lady. That wants to get her hair done. He's charging her. Almost $2,000,000 to cut her hair and Lupita. Is his. Spanish speaking assistant. She requires a $10,000 tip.

You can lead a horse to water Mr. Neese.... You can't make them drink the water. O but the argument goes from two ages they say you can drown him says son while Papa says it's not good water to drink precisely fooled by his hooves not wanting to further he's tired in his age wise to know that water is polluted with rubbish and last campers of the decade who threw their trash out instead of picking up the dirty diapers or the packages the steak came on or the batteries that sat and corrosion built up around the ends saying it's waste and old news. Today's people don't respect the land to throw trash in a dumpster instead of out the car window or to leave their trash all over a beautiful camp site like as if it was the holiday inn and the house keeper be by soon to pick up last night's garbage.

My dogs cute. But, sometimes I think she is a vampire. She’s, special, to say at least. .

Valentine’s Day sucks. Not because I’m a sad loser, it’s just cringe and mushyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Ew.

I have lived, loved, died, and started to live again. While I have nothing to really flaunt for it, I have gained life experience. These following thoughts are my attempt to share perspective.

A Whole New Word (Parody: “A Whole New World”) I can show you my words, Shining, clever, trending- Tell me, stranger, have you heard All the points I’m sending? I just wish to be heard, Not just seen and rated. Why must every single post Be so complicated? A whole new word! A new fantastic point of view- No one to tell me “smile,” Or rank my style, Or say, “Just slide into my DMs too.” A whole new word! A place where I’m not sold- Where every thought I share Is met with care, Not “pics or it didn’t unfold.” Unbelievable takes, Indescribable feeling, Trying to speak my mind But men just keep appealing. A whole new word! Don’t you dare just ignore- Let me be more than bodies, Or likes keeping score. A whole new word! A voice that can be heard- Where women aren’t just selling To men always yelling, Then mad when their wishes are stirred.

The epic hackysack-toss game everdrunken whootshootin’ hakkle-kakking tag-team wine-guzzlin’ bring-your-cousins

A funny story about one mans journey with twists and turns and obstacles to finding God in the modern world.

I want one more day of Pride. July 1: Found Family Day. Because I can’t remember the exact date I felt accepted. I can’t remember the first words I said to my husband— only that, for the first time, I felt like I’d made a real friend. Life gave me found family—so I’m giving it a day. July 1. Because having pride and finding your people is #1. Spend the day with me. I don’t write these stories to get noticed. I write to find family. Found Family Day is for anything that made you a better person. It’s for the day you pulled a kitten off the highway— even if you never knew their birthday, or the name of the road. It’s for those of us who didn’t get a DNA match— who had to go out and build something better. Like that kitten. Like me, hearing my husband’s voice for the first time. And if you love young Felix, I will write him for your children.

This author’s voice has a clear and promising residence in the world of writing. It is perfectly suited for character-driven comedic fiction, particularly stories that explore found family dynamics, individuality, and unconventional paths to connection. The voice is fresh, marketable, and offers a unique blend of laughter and genuine emotional resonance.

A short time ago, an apparently despondent squirrel flung itself onto a transformer behind the building in which I work causing a major power outage lasting over 1½ days. On the first day back to work much discussion ensued over what circumstances could cause a squirrel to resort to such measures. Trouble at home; not enough nuts set aside to pay rent on the tree; suffering from some kind of terminal squirrel disease. Of course, it was all speculation.

Hello there people. my name is Cohen nelson as told in the title and this is my life! Whoop. really fun old life ha ha. But anyways in this "Stream" or like how I call it "Stupid note writing" I'll be writing about my life. And what I'm up to 24/7. So I haven't been up to much in a while just really waking up eating some food and playing games with the boys. Sometimes we actually get off our asses and go outside and do stuff but that's usually very boring lol. but I might do another episode or writing script because this shi boring as hellllll so if y'all want another one just write in the bio or sum ion even know we will see.