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Chiraq XI
Chapter 11 Big Shorty went to his room to grab enough clothes for the weekend from his closet. He placed the gear neatly into his overnight bag, then shuffled through a few c.d.'s that were on his night stand. After finding what he wanted and stowing them in his overnight bag, he went and stood next to the front door. Waiting for his grandfather to come. "The first thing I want to do is get something to eat", said his grandpa while he was digging in his pockets for his keys. "I'm starved", his grandpa declared as he put a hand on Big Shorty's back, directing him down the stairs. "We'll stop by Maxwell's to get a few polishes", he added.
By Press Release 6 years ago in Families
Fire Fried Corn
Growing up in the late 80's early 90's was one of the best past time. Family was something to be proud of. Grandma's and Grandpa's held the family together. If there was ever a dispute, we all just came together and talked it out. Holidays were spent together with your family. We all got together and put our differences away. Food has always been a deal breaker in my family. Everyone played their role on a special holiday, or even an occasion. The past time dish that was forgotten was fried corn, every Thanksgiving. My grandma would host the occasion and someone would have to be at her house either spending the night, or early to start cooking the food. Whoever would cook, did not have the responsibilities of cleaning the dishes up afterwards. That was the worst part of Thanksgiving, was the cleaning up. Fried corn always got cooked with our meal. I honestly don't know if it was something my grandma just chose, or if it actually was passed down through generations. I can remember the way it smelt and the way it always hit the spot when I would put it on some of my mash potatoes. How I can hear the people in the back ground talking about either the football game that might have been on, or the arguing over something that might have been started over a debate. How my grandma's house was so little, but could fit so many people in it. How every time we would say grace before we ate dinner. That corn was never forgotten. My grandma had to make sure we had enough of the corn to last a year, it sure felt like. She would get her big skillet out, some butter, some salt and pepper, and melt them together. She would then pour the corn in the skillet and fry it up. It was so delicious and tasted so good. For people who don't like corn or vegetables, would be amazed and think differently.
By Teresa Hurley6 years ago in Families
Working Mom vs. Stay-at-Home Mom
I wasn't planning on this. Really any of this. But let's just say 2020 has been a pit of despair that truly keeps getting worse with a dimming light at the end of an excruciatingly long tunnel. So here I am caught in a cross-fire of what in the world am I really meant to be: career-focused mom or a permanently at home mom.
By Ashleigh Corbin6 years ago in Families
Understanding the Rights and Role of Grandparents in a Divorce
In case your son or daughter is getting separated, at that point, as a grandparent, it is an awful time. You may not concur with your children’s choice to get a divorce from their significant other or spouse or continue ahead with their new partner. You dislike how your grandkid is being utilised as a pawn by their warring guardians. But there’s a lot more you can do than mourn over the tough time! You can hire lawyers for grandparents rights in Manchester and fight for the little children’s future.
By James Corby6 years ago in Families
Best happy birthday wishes for mom
So guys today we are going to talk about the most wonderful person of our life, Mom. When the thing is about to describe a mom, we cant do in this small article and we are not able to do that. But whenever her birthday comes we can wish her our moms with amazing, heart-melting birthday quotes, and show them how much you like her and feel your mom very special by wishing her with the unique and best happy birthday wishes(greetings).
By nimesh specscale6 years ago in Families
Musings of a Magpie
So, I’m April; that cutie above in the orange with no time for your photo-op, sir. I have trees to climb and rocks to collect. It may surprise many, and in spite of my innate curious and free spirit, I am a self-proclaimed-practicing introvert; having been for a tad over 39 years now. Yes, I can see how there might be some confusion at first glance, with my bright and untamed red hair, multiple tattoos and somewhat askew world view, but alas it is true. Finally though, I have honed my craft and settled into my various roles in this life the universe has chosen for me. I am and becoming more and more comfortable in my own skin, allowing myself to decide who I am and the manner in which I choose to express it. I am the preverbial “old dog” that can’t learn new tricks; or rather won’t unless I feel so inclined, thank you very much. But this? This is just weird. I am middle-aged suddenly; the very same age my parents were when I really acknowledged their ages; not their birthdays, but their actual numeric ages. They had remained this age in my mind, up until recently actually. They seemed so old when I was a kid; so square; so boring; so predictable; so safe. You see, in the year 1981, I was born to a couple of high school sweethearts who seemed to trade their youth for a life of servitude for their faith by way of the Southern Baptist Church. Yes friends it’s true, I am a member of a very elite group: The 1980’s PK (Preacher’s Kid).
By Magpie Darling6 years ago in Families
Tell your children 'No'
Learn to tell your kid no. No, they cannot have that cookie. No we can’t go inside. Teach them how to deal with rejection, with failure. Teach them to LOSE. Why? So they learn how to build character, gumption and class. Yes class. It takes class to have someone yell in your face and you tactfully tell them to go to hell, so they actually look forward to the trip. They need to learn that the world does NOT revolve around them and their bubble. Their art isn’t the most magnificent thing you’ve ever seen, and their face isn’t made for tv, its made for radio. Sound too harsh? Please let me explain...
By Rachelle Janssen6 years ago in Families
Netflix Can Be Dangerous for Kids - Here is how
I started watching Mad Men on Netflix, being a social smoker, I don’t keep cigarettes with me, so I borrowed a few from my roommate. Next morning I was buying groceries when my eye caught the attention of the cigarette section behind the counter. It instantly reminded me of Don Draper smoke so much and so elegantly, without thinking I purchased the packet. Lighting up the cigarette I felt like Draper, successful, smart and rich. And I’m an adult, almost 10 years over the smoking age limit but the way Draper smokes got me hooked. Watching the series I had started chain smoking without even realizing what I was doing.
By Abbey Wackrow6 years ago in Families
Help Me, I'm in Foster Care
As a person who has experienced many differing roles dealing with children that are "in the system," I have grown to lean and understand the frustrations that challenge the homes of foster and adoptive families alike. Many times we setup services to aid children in care; however, that family's entire unit is affected as well. The mom, dad, children, extended family, church, and even pets undergo life altering events. I am utilizing this book to tell their stories, their cries, their joys, their wishes, and their needs in the form of letters.
By Tenio Cousin6 years ago in Families
Remembering 1968
This is a parable of Henson Cargill's 1968 hit Skip A Rope." Listen to your children while they play. Isn't it kinda funny what the children say. Momma hates daddy, daddy hates mom, you should have heard the fight they had. Last night we all woke up to a terrible scream. Gave little sister another bad dream. Don't pay your taxes, don't be a fool. What ever happened to the golden rule? Never mind the rules just play to win. Hate you neighbor for the color of their skin. Stab'em in the back that's the name of the game. Mommy and daddy are whose to blame." Oh! what a mess we got ourselves in. Can't seem to get it together to make things right. All we do is fuss and fight. We haven't paid attention to what the children say. We have only made things worse with each passing day. No longer can we stay this way. We will only end up pale and gray. When you think about it it really isn't funny what the children say. Today, the world has become pale and gray. What the children have long since said their days are filled with nothing but dread.
By Dr. Williams6 years ago in Families
