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Sharenting – What We Need to Know About Child's Privacy
Millennials have never experienced digital footprints. When they came at the right age, they began their online journey and built online reputation how they wanted. But now, everything has changed. Before a kid grows up, parents take over the things and share the stuff on social media. A 2-year child already has a digital footprint before he/she comes to the right age. Parents tweet and share their kid's details, including photos, videos, comics, etc.
By Annie Ella6 years ago in Families
Fringe
His mama had raised him on the outskirts of humanity. She had told him many times about the hurts she had suffered from the people that she had known. That’s why they had been safe the day the earthshake, the Big One, the Quake of All Quakes had finally happened. They had been looking for reclaimed treasures at the West Contra Costa Sanitary Landfill when the first little tremors hit, but nothing really prepared them for the Big One when it happened.
By Annette Frisby6 years ago in Families
The Scavenger Hunt
Everyone knew it was coming. The small things she was starting to forget, the constant sleep, the weird eating habits. Death is a cruel and heartless bitch. Grandma Elaine was already getting old, but it never makes it any easier. Almost reaching her 97th trip around the sun, Grandma Elaine finally slipped away in her sleep just a week before her birthday.
By Laura Michelle6 years ago in Families
The Motherlode
The little café on Church street buzzed with the usual hum of activity belonging to small town coffee shops. The hum of the machinery, murmurs of people talking, and sound of coffee pouring was always soothing to Isabella Cadeaux. There were few places so conducive to writing as coffee shops, with their perceived air of invisibility and a sense of tranquil coziness. It was easy for anyone to slip into a different skin than to be all of who they were. To hide behind a computer instead of face their reality.
By Cloe Mathers6 years ago in Families
A Well Timed Gift
What little savings David James had in his account was down to the last $100. He guessed that the groceries in his cart would total about $90. Desperation clouded his thoughts with each passing day. He had applied at 3 jobs personally earlier that morning and applied for 6 more online. Same as he had done a few times a week for the last 6 months. He had worked a long time at Haywood and Cook Business Services. Had they not laid him off, he would have celebrated his 15th year with the company. Now he was unemployed, near broke, and struggling to even keep food in the house. It was the same for most of his friends and family since the pandemic. 2020 had been the worst year of his life.
By Tom Stasio6 years ago in Families
Tip to have a successful phone call with young children around
If you are a parent of toddlers or young children then you will most likely know how hard it can be to take or make a phone call and actually be able to hear what is being said when your young ones are around.
By Astraldreamer6 years ago in Families
The Lesson
We begin with me digging through my estranged father’s attic after he passed away. I hadn’t seen him in more than forty years. He had no other children, and no real possessions other than a run down house outside Phoenix, Arizona which he left to me. I was preparing the house to be sold, and removing the junk, when I happened upon a small, black, Moleskine journal.
By Brian Madigan6 years ago in Families
Hickory Creek, Inc.
"How do you get us into these messes?" Linus groaned. Typically, my dear brother is thrilled when we travel. Today, that wasn't the case. We had missed lunch because I had forgotten to wake Linus up. To be fair, my latest Sherlock Holmes novel had been quite riveting.
By Jeremy Jewitt6 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Ms. Daisy was an elderly woman who lived alone. She had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. One particular grandson, Lewis would check on Ms. Daisy more often than the others. He would sit and talk to her for hours at a time. He would do some grocery shopping for her every now and then on the weekends. He would also clean her home when she was unable to do so. He would clean every room and area in her home. He wouldn't miss a spot. Ms. Daisy was a lover of books. She enjoyed reading books. She had a particular bookshelf where she kept her favorite books that had a significant meaning to her. Lewis wasnt quite a reader, he could read but he just wasn't a fan of reading. One day while cleaning, Lewis noticed that most of the books on Ms. Daisy's shelf were large in size. However there was a small, black book that appeared to be more worn than the larger books. He asked his grandmother, Miss Daisy why does she read the little, black book more than the others? She replies, "The biggest treasures are in the smallest containers." Lewis decided that whatever was in that book had to be good because his grandmother read from it everyday and placed it back on the shelf after reading it. As days and years went by, Lewis continued to notice how Ms. Daisy embraced this book.
By Yonta Brown6 years ago in Families
Timing Is Everything
Shattered glass and blood in hues of a scarlet red rose are scattered and smeared along the roadside. Fumes of gas and exhaust loom in the air as if creating a toxic bubble around the wreckage of a vehicle that was supposed to keep us safe. My eyes fall upon dad’s body thinking, he looks so peaceful. Content. At the time, my mind wasn’t aware that I was looking at a corpse that housed nothing that made my father, my father. I scrambled over the gear shift and into his lap, squeezing my bruised, bloody body under the steering wheel to rest my head on his solid chest.
By Alley Cowgill6 years ago in Families
What I see is Unreal
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been hard on myself. I’ve always had high expectations but they never seem to last too long, which is nice. I get excited, I fizzle out, I reflect inward, inflict psychoanalytic pain, forget, and repeat. It’s tiresome, cyclical, and above all else, entirely of my own imagination.
By Daniel Hicks6 years ago in Families
