Dreams of a Dream-Keeper
I am the first child born in the United States in my mother's family. My mother and the rest of her generation arrived here as children; they grew up speaking English and attending public schools. My mother's generation was expected to go to college and strive for prestigious jobs that would grant them stability: engineer, lawyer, doctor. Teacher was okay; professor was better.
Why I Was Furious When My Husband Surprised Me With A Break From The Kids
I thought I wanted the surprise I've heard the stories of women praising their husbands for surprising them with a day off, taking the kids out and giving their wives a much-deserved break. It's like that joke about what mothers really want on Mother's Day: a day to not be a mother, to do whatever they want without the kids.
Hello, L. I know it's been a while since we last spoke, so here I am writing this letter. I'm sitting at our favourite cafe near our old house. I'm listening to your favourite singer, drinking your favourite Kale Kick smoothie and enjoying freshly baked chocolate croissant. The same way we used to when I was younger.
The Happy Way to Live With People Who Suffer Dementia
You’d like my mum If you met her, you’d want to hug her. When we were kids, we’d frustrate the life out of her, the four of us. My older brother Kenny was the worst. He’d invite his friends in to play on our miniature snooker table set up in our dining room, then he’d disappear outside. Mum would hear a ruckus and there would be half a dozen kids in there who she didn’t know. She’d offer them a drink of juice and buttered bread and jam.
Why Does Grannie Play Such an Important Role in this Teen Girl’s Story?
One of my nieces asked me, “Why are you writing a book about teen age girls when you are so old?” “Good question,” I said. ”Because I have a lifetime to share with a teenager that is so long, rich and full of flavor with only a few years left. The teen girl has a short, thin, hungry timeline with many years to travel with less experience but perhaps she can find some maturity from mine.”
The Lost Art of Reading
“The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest (people) of the past centuries.” — Descartes As a self-proclaimed bibliophile, my love of reading was instilled in me by my father, who read to me at an early age. Papa was a voracious reader and would read the newspaper daily.
Sleep Like a Toddler
I was one of those mothers that constantly felt overwhelmed by societal recommendations for child care and wellness. I wanted to do everything right for my son from the time I found out I was pregnant. I avoided unhealthy foods at all costs; even those deli meat sandwiches I would have so loved to enjoy. I ate oatmeal, nuts, fresh fruits, vegetables, etc. instead. I held steadfast to my daily exercise routine, and incorporated more pregnancy friendly exercises. I signed up for newsletters from various child wellness sites, and began reading “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.”
For the Sake of Fun: Is Lying to Kids Okay?
For years I have said I never plan on telling my kids about Santa, or the Easter bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. I still remember the moment I found out Santa wasn’t real and honestly, it was kind of traumatic? Is that every person’s experience? No, absolutely not. But for me I remember waking up at midnight because I heard a noise and was so excited to catch Santa, only to catch my parents. I laid in bed crying for 30 minutes (I was 8) and repeating to myself “they lied to me.” I wasn’t upset Santa wasn’t real, I was upset my parents had lied to me, and then I had to realize all the other mythical lies they had told me.
Kids Say the Darndest Things
The unfiltered truths from the fruits of our loins. And the creepiest things they've ever said. Help?
Do or do not - there is no try. The ins and outs of one of the most difficult jobs on earth: parenting.
Nature vs. Nurture
What plays into our humanity? Nature vs. Nurture – how two factors affect one individual.
I See You, Mother!
My fingers are dancing, traipsing along pages, crawling, stepping, stumbling, and running. I see you, mother! Your freckled face frowning down at me as I lay in wonderment of your steely glare. You were the dawn of every morning, the light in the darkness before your hands covered my face.
When I was a brand new father, filled with tremendous love in my heart for this little being squeezing my finger so tightly, I remember promising myself that this days-old baby would live a better life than me.
In The Distance
Where do you go from here? How does a child become so lost in thought? Now he has your attention. What could be so wrong? I have hundreds of questions, but decide to watch him for a while. I need to know how I can help him. So with that, I watch. He must of stayed there an hour. A child’s journey in finding himself. That night as we had dinner, Chad talks of being alone. With family being all around him. But, that’s not the kind of alone he was talking about. I asked him if he felt alone and he replied, no. When we die we are all alone, is what he was thinking. We talked about heaven. He asked, does everyone have there own heaven? How do you mean? Is heaven what each person thinks it is. Is that the place they go to? You know what, I have never thought of that before. I think of living in my higher powers house with family that has pasted away. Chad wanted How do we know if they think of us, when there gone? I told him about my search for loved ones who had passed. In my search, I found a story of dragonflies. I was told of a beautiful saying that when a dragonfly was near, you have a visitor of someone who has passed away. They are checking on you. With that I told him the loved ones we have losts have not gone away, they fly beside you everyday. However, maybe your signs are different. It’s what you believe. With wide open eyes here comes a smile.
Not Gonna Happen
Dear Psycho, Sorry to burst your bubble but no one cares how you feel. Guess what? The world does not revolve around you. You have successfully ruined relationships with 2 of your 4 children. You have treated us badly for the last time. Stop throwing yourself a pity party. You are a grown-ass adult. It is not my job to take care of you when you're sick. I don't see you helping me when I'm sick. And I have to get up and take care of a child.
Death by Barn Owl
Strange, the fierce and wonderful things that can come out of ruins. Or even out of suburbia. Ours was a quiet neighbourhood. We had no knife crime, no guns, no gangs. The most exciting thing that ever happened to us was when the Onion Man came round on his bike. The Onion Man, you may ask? He was from the island of Jersey in the Channel Islands, looked as if he might be in his seventies, wore a black beret and had strings of onions draped over the handle bars of his bike, selling them door to door.
10 signs your partner is cheating
If you’re in a long-term relationship, you know how difficult it can be to tell if your partner is cheating on you. After all, we tend to make excuses for people we love and trust, even when they start acting suspiciously. In order to have a happy marriage life, it’s important to learn how to trust your instincts and be able to tell when your partner might be lying or hiding something from you.
10 Questions I Am Asked As A Twin
1. Are You Identical Or Fraternal? My sister and I are fraternal twins, but that doesn't mean that we don’t get our fair share of being mistaken for one another. We have confused many poor people, even to this day.
To The Man Who Stayed
Dear Brad, My father abandoned my mother, my sister and I before I was even born. I never met him, or even seen his face. All I have of the other half of my DNA is a name and how other people tell me I look like him.
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