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Answering Your Most Asked Questions!
You asked, and we answered! In this video, Garick and I serve up all the deets you have been dying to know as we respond to some questions from our followers that we usually would not answer. We talk about family, backgrounds, marriage, parenthood, moving, and more. Nothing is sugarcoated. This is our truth - the good, the bad, and the ugly.
My Journey as a Teen Mom
Becoming a mother at the stage where you’re only beginning to figure out your own life is almost like doing double time because you realize that you now have to think and cater for not only yourself but also your child. However, with time, it slowly becomes easier.
A Job That Never Ends
One year. Nine months. That's how long I was an only child. I have no recollection of this time, only after. After I became a sister.
Why It’s Important to Have Date Night, Especially with Kids
Being married, having kids, and feeling overwhelmed with responsibilities can be a lot to handle as a couple. It becomes even more responsibility when you have as many as seven kids, and you put in more investment into your marriage than most people would.
Everything Was Fine . . .
I sat in the hair salon one Saturday getting my maintenance trim and I suddenly realized something about my surroundings. There was a young woman getting her hair all twirly-curled, faux-complaining about the shoes she ordered for her wedding (she clearly just wanted to talk about how cute and perfect they were), a young girl accompanied by her mom and grandma was getting especially dolled up for some upcoming event and the two mothers were there to make sure everything went smoothly, simultaneously giving directions to the stylist who was cheerfully taking their advice. Another woman, tinted and blown out, paid her bill, left a tip and, placing her tortoiseshell sunglasses above her wide grin, walked confidently out into the morning sunshine.
A Letter To My Daughter, M; Parental Alienation Is The Worst Part Of Breaking Up
Dear M, I have so much I want to say to you, that I need to say to you, really. I don’t even know if you’ll read this but, if you do, I think it’s best I start here:
I'm Pretty Sure I May Have Just Become A Terrible Grandparent
It was hot as hell, and I couldn't believe they didn't sit our group inside. Yet here we were, sitting in a covered patio with old school fans blowing warm air on us on a 95 degree Texas summer afternoon. And worse than that is we were about to be served some chips and salsa.
A Letter To A Lost Loved One.
"You will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly-- that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp" Anne Lamott
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.
9/17/2021 When my mother died in 2013, I remember thinking to myself, here is a woman who never had anything. I knew she had no retirement, though she worked her entire adult life. She had no home of her own, she didn’t own pretty things, she had no husband, no lover, no savings account. She had her last social security check of 600 dollars in the bank when she died. Three weeks before she left us she finally got new eyeglasses after a decade of wearing the old ones. Even with her new eyes she couldn’t see well because cataracts were smeared across her strikingly blue eyes. She’d never ridden a bicycle or driven a car, she’d never seen a concert or gone on a real vacation. She’d never been in an airplane, she never got to see Graceland. The day after she died, I called my father. I said “Dad, she never had anything to call her own”, which made my heart heavier and I sobbed louder. My Dad said to me “No, Stace, that's not true, she had you and Ray and Stevie and Lisa” My father’s words stuck with me while I planned her funeral. I thought to myself, what a shitty legacy, four asshole kids that never gave her a day’s worth of peace.
Do I Have to Go to Court to Get a Divorce?
The Divorce Process Firstly, the divorce process is different from the settlement of your finances (which will be dealt with below).
How have the last 18months impacted Child Maintenance?
When parents separate, the needs of their children are supposed to be always put front and centre. Sadly, this is not always the case. There may be little the custodial parent can do about an ex-partner’s lack of emotional engagement with their children.
The First Time I Was Forced to Save My Husband’s Life
Autumn in New Jersey, a small state on the east coast of the United States, is stunning with the array of colors offered by the changing leaves and quite crisp. We lived in a quintessential Victorian town, Wenonah, that could have been the backdrop for a Normal Rockwell painting. It had tree-lined streets, a centrally located park to hold the annual town celebrations, and an elementary school. Every offering was easily within walking distance in this 1.1 square mile town.
Making The Most Of Life After Death
This one is for my aunt who was also my Godmother, who raised me right alongside my mother as if I was truly hers when my father was nowhere to be found. I never felt I missed out on anything. I always felt like I had two parents. My mother was the strict one, she was the more lenient one. I'd learn early to go to her when my mother said no. My mother hated that, but it usually led to me getting my way though. In her eulogy, I left out the part about having two moms before having two moms was really a thing. I left it out because most of the crowd were elderly Haitians who probably wouldn't have gotten it anyways.
When I take some time for myself in my room at home I always reflect, in the process I am always picturing my home. Its usually not the house, it’s usually my family and my pets that I think about. As the youngest in my family I got a lot of attention from my mom, which allowed my siblings to resent me a bit for getting what I want. In return I became the butler of the house attending to all of my siblings needs. As I aged from the ages fourteen to eighteen I tried to do my best to help my family with a situations that should not be put in to context. In relation to these situations I came up with five f’s, these f’s are the things I realized I do at home. Home to me was a supposed to be a safe heaven to feel safe and it wasn’t always safe. The five f’s are forgiving, forging, flying, fumbling, and fighting here are the ways I would use the five f’s. At home I always tried to be considerate and forgiving, some people that I consider my family would hurt others and I, and I always tried to forgive them. I notice as the years passed I got closer to the family that I didn’t really get along with. Which took me for surprise, I remembered moments where I was sure I’d never want anything to do with them, so forging bonds was inevitable. When things got bad at home I would always look for an escape, music, movies, the gym these things always put me in a great spot to forget, to escape my reality, flying to me is my runners high, but it’s an escape instead. If flying was a joke it would be the longest most indecisive joke ever, it would take so long for it to understand what it is, what it wants to use to escape, people might just stop listening, it might even just flop, maybe it’s funny but to the outside I’m sure I just look to be a coward. Some people have nervous breakdowns and some people have panick attack and etc. they have these after failing or feeling like there is so much pressure on them that they cant hold it anymore. I associate this to fumbling which to me is just struggling and going through a subtle sadness which is easily unknown to the closed eye. I presume it’s not the same to have having a panic attack or a nervous breakdown, so I’m sorry if I have committed an offense to anyone, I try not to let the weight crush me, in a gym if the weight gets to heavy you’re supposed to drop he weight in front of you or behind you never let it crush you. After it falls you pick it up and put back and maybe you pick it up again when your stronger. To me fumbling is the best way to get stronger without hurting yourself. My family alway put them selves in difficult situations that would make them resent each other, most of the time someone would hurt the other and they wouldn’t take responsibility for their actions and take care fix the hurt they caused. When I got older I started to fight for those that would get hurt, because I just couldn’t watch anyone get hurt over something that could be easily talked about. Fighting for people that need your help should always be in a protective sacrificial matter, never to hurt the attacker but to protect the victim of the attacks. Being home these are the characteristics I learned on my own, that I believe have helped me. Home has always been about my family and pet, and during this time at the end of it all I would always reflect, and while some would say these words that have been written might not be the best way to describing home, because being home you should feel safe and comfortable. I believe being home is with your family, and sometimes your not safe and comfortable with them, so disqualify me if you wish, but what is the world without the people and what is a home without your family.
SPRINK His name was John Patrick Sprinkle, everyone called him Sprink. I met him in a restaurant in Bellingham, Washington.
The Meaning of Being A Mother
“God could not be everywhere, and therefore, he made mothers.” — Rudyard Kipling Mothers. We do so much for so many. We are overworked and underappreciated.
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