Author: Newstoday
I paid extra for that seat. It was a long-haul flight, and I had specifically booked an aisle seat near the front so I could stretch my legs and get off the plane quickly after landing. I’m a tall guy, and being crammed into a middle seat for ten hours seemed like pure torture. I knew exactly what I needed to be comfortable, and I was willing to pay for it. The boarding process went smoothly—until a woman holding a baby stopped beside me. “Excuse me,” she said, “Would you mind switching seats so I can sit next to my…
When my school announced prom, I wasn’t exactly excited. I wasn’t dating anyone, and honestly, the whole thing felt kind of overrated. But then I looked over at my great-grandma, Alma, sitting in her recliner, watching some old black-and-white movie. “You ever go to prom?” I asked her. She laughed. “Honey, back in my day, girls like me didn’t get asked to prom.” That stuck with me. She’d been through a lot—raising four kids, losing my great-grandpa way too young, and still managing to be the funniest, toughest woman I knew. So, I made up my mind right then and…
In her final days, Angela Goodrich fulfilled her mission to raise awareness about the devastating illness that had blindsided her. She agreed to an interview after finishing her first round of chemotherapy and died just hours later. In early 2025, Angela Goodrich, a 45-year-old mother of ten, started noticing changes in her body that initially felt manageable. Life was hectic, and she had more pressing things to focus on, so she brushed them aside. Even as her health declined, she kept going, unaware of what was rapidly developing inside her. By the time she received a diagnosis, the condition had…
When Lori agrees to host her sister-in-law and niece for “just two weeks,” she doesn’t expect to lose her peace, her boundaries… or her one quiet ritual. But when a small betrayal unravels something much deeper, a seven-year-old’s unexpected kindness reminds Lori what it means to be seen. There are tiny rituals that keep you from unraveling. Mine was ice cream. One vanilla cone. Chocolate-dipped, of course. Every night after dinner, I’d sit at the kitchen counter with my laptop closed, the dishes drying in the rack, and I’d take slow bites until the world finally shut up. A person…
The snow fell heavily from the sky, covering the park in a thick white blanket. The trees stood silent. The playground swings moved a little in the cold wind, but no one was there to play. The whole park felt empty and forgotten. Through the falling snow, a small boy appeared. He could not have been more than seven years old. His jacket was thin and torn. His shoes were wet and full of holes. But he didn’t care about the cold. In his arms, he carried three tiny babies bundled tightly in old worn blankets. The boy’s face was…
I was days from losing the little shop my father built—watching dust settle where dreams used to bloom—when Mr. Jones barged in, suit sharp and offer in hand, ready to bury our history in his chain-store empire. But my heart had one more fight left in it. I stood behind the front window of the shop, staring out at the quiet street. I’d seen this view a thousand times—maybe more. The glass was clean, just like always. The shelves behind me were stocked the best I could manage. Bread wrapped in paper, jars of jam, seed packets by the register.…
It was a cold, quiet morning. The sky was grey, and the road was still wet from last night’s rain. Emma, a young woman in her early twenties, walked carefully along the roadside, holding her small bag of breakfast and a pair of old cleaning gloves. Her uniform was clean but worn out, and her shoes were almost giving way. Still, she walked with purpose. She didn’t want to be late for her cleaning job at Crownville Towers. As she neared the main road, she heard the loud roar of a car engine. A shiny white SUV was speeding towards…
Mark said that diner wasn’t my kind of place—too greasy, too loud. But then he started going every week—alone. One night, I followed him. Through the window, I saw him smiling at a young waitress, her hand on his. My heart sank before I even knew the truth. Mark never liked diners. Said they smelled like fryer grease and sadness, like somebody else’s day-old troubles still floating in the air. For years, he’d wrinkle his nose anytime we passed one. But now, he’d started going to that place on Highway 12 twice a week—every Tuesday and Thursday, just after six.…
My in-laws were used to pushing me around without any consequences. But when they messed with my birthday, my husband stood up for me in the most chivalrous way! He made them regret ever messing with us! I’ve always tried to be the kind of daughter-in-law who doesn’t stir the pot. Smile, nod, and keep the peace, that was my motto. Even when things clearly crossed the line. But when my in-laws went too far, they realized that even I have limits. An older couple cuddling | Source: Pexels When my husband Adam’s mom, Claire, “accidentally” wore a white beaded…
Two-year-old Charlee Campbell and her dog Penny went missing in Lebanon Junction for nearly two days before emerging from the woods and returning home safely. While Charlee made it back unharmed, the Bullitt County Sheriff’s Office is still investigating to understand exactly what happened. Her grandmother, Beth Campbell, expressed amazement that her granddaughter, who lives with her, survived the ordeal. “When they told me they found Mo, Charlee, I was overwhelmed with happiness,” she said emotionally. Petting Penny, Beth called her “our hero,” firmly believing the dog stayed by Charlee’s side the entire time she was missing. For illustrative purposes…