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Lost Voice
I was very shy growing up. I had a hard time making friends on the playground, I had a hard time talking to others or even making eye contact. I struggled with associating myself with another human being. I didn't know how to communicate, I didn't know how to speak and live in a calm state. All I have ever known was anger and violence.
By Destinee Augustine8 years ago in Families
From Single Mom to New Relationship
So you’re pregnant or have children? How beautiful. Giving birth is a feeling that only a woman can feel, a bond and experience like no other. However, what happens if your relationship with the biological father doesn’t work out? What happens when you meet someone new? What happens when your children are involved?
By Samantha Mia8 years ago in Families
Blood Is Not Always Thicker Than Water
A bond between two sisters is supposed to be unbreakable. Unfortunately, in my life, that proved to be untrue. My sister and I have always been extremely close. We fought, as normal sisters do, but we would have done anything for each other, or so I thought. My sister is three years younger than I am. The small age difference made me believe that because I was older, I had to do everything in my power to protect her. And I did. I protected her with everything that I had, until she betrayed our entire family.
By Charlee Love8 years ago in Families
Tips for Dealing with the Challenges of Raising a Young Child
Last week, I was out with my sister and my lovely nephew for a sunny outdoor lunch and catch up in a park café. All was going really well—we’d been to the park and he had a big play on pretty much everything in the playground—then we decided it was time for lunch. Queue the start of what looked like a potential meltdown as my lovely nephew decided he didn’t want to listen, it wasn’t time for lunch, that he wanted to stay and play, and eventually when he accepted it was time for lunch, he was too tired to walk and refused to move.
By Nathalie Martin8 years ago in Families
My Mother's Pots. Top Story - March 2019.
It's ungraciously early on a biting spring morning and I'm watching my youngest son haring across the school tarmac, little chuffs of steam trailing his wake in the white March sunlight, and I'm crying. Not with the sentimentality such inevitable maternal unbridling provokes—nor icy panic caused by my nest emptying at an alarming rate. I'm crying because the canteen staff are cooking meat and onions, and I'm remembering my mothers shepherd's pie.
By J M Hunter8 years ago in Families
Is It Too Late Now?
The clocks strikes 3 PM, the sound of a key being hit against the metal door signaling our arrival. Inaudible commotion is heard as the wooden door opens and I see the welcoming smile of my grandma. As soon as I enter the humble home, every sense in my body is stimulated; my eyes follow everyone gathering around the dining table. I can smell the chili and feel the warmness of my grandpa's menudo. The smell is so strong I can almost taste it, but I'm interrupted by the screams and eager hugs of my nieces. It is another Sunday at my grandparents' house. It is memories embedded in my mind.
By Vanessa Lozano8 years ago in Families
