Most recently published stories in Families.
My son and his octo block guards and robot are all made of colors Colors of the rainbow because that is his favorite No one color should be looked at greater than the other
I feel that I am the luckiest women in the world to have the mother-in-law that I have. She has taught me many lessons in the time that I have known her. She has helped me become the women that I am today and will teach me many more lessons throughout our lives. She has helped me become the mom that I am today by showing me how to teach me kids to be independent, hardworking citizens starting at a young age. She has taught me how to approach teaching my children to always tell the truth, because you will be in more trouble about lying that you would be if you told the truth about whatever it was that you were doing and not suppose to be. She has showed me how to handle having a never ending to do list and how to balance stress. She has helped me learn to budget our finances so the we can save to enjoy our lives with our children and retire when the time comes.
Sleepy the Kangaroo
It was 5:30am on a Thursday morning and my 4 year old daughter, Imogen and my 2 year old son, Lincoln, were already bickering with each other about pretty much anything and everything. They’re not always like that, but when they are, THEY ARE.
If A Child Was Provided Three Wishes
If a child were provided three wishes, what do you think he or she would wish for? I think the answer to that question would all depend on where the child lives in the world.
The Right Way To Have a Foster Shower
Every time I see a post or a story about someone hosting a “foster shower,” I cringe. I can’t help it. What is a foster shower? Ostensibly, it’s an effort to welcome a new child into a foster home. Or it’s a way for family and friends to offer support to a soon-to-be-growing family. Gifts are common, as with baby showers, plus gift cards and money for the coming expenses.
Thank You Mom💕
My mother was a wonderful person. She taught me many lessons, both by directly telling me what to do and by example. My mother worked at a factory before marrying my father and having a family. For the remainder of her life she was a homemaker. She grew up in a small town with her parents and siblings. She did not have much growing up, as far as material things go, but she had a loving family. When my mother married my father, she moved to the neighboring town where he lived and raised her own family. My mother loved her life as a homemaker. Even when my mother could have material things, she was not interested. She enjoyed the simple things of life. She liked to go for car rides, watch television, look at birds, deer and chipmunks, and spend time with her family. She hated to go shopping. One time my father planned to buy her a new car but the car she liked was an older model so that is the car he bought her. Most people would want a brand new car but that did not matter to my mom. Boy, did my father luck out on that trait!
A Critique on the Standard Family Construct
When you think of a traditional Western family, what do you think about? Mother, Father, children and maybe a few house pets, right? Indeed, a majority of Western families look like this and a huge portion of the population experienced this kind of customary upbringing in their childhood. All fine and dandy, so was I. But, in reality, there are many types of functionable and solid family structures that can set up a healthy and beneficial environment to all its members. This has to do with gender identity and how we want to live our lives without any detriment from the outside. Let's take a closer look, shall we?
The Power Of Resilience
These days it’s hard to believe that people were designed to be loyal trustworthy creatures. The same humans that bare thick flesh walk around as if it can’t be torn to shreds. Invincibility crawls behind the eyes of the cockiest of people never to see the side of life that’s dangerous. Not until it’s too late no they’ve already wasted themselves away with every substance they pound into their aching bodies.
Give them Hell
My sister recently called my Mum fierce and I loved that: I think it just about sums her up. She is most definitely fierce when you’re on the wrong side of her, when the angry finger is aloft and a piece of her mind is being given freely…
There was a time when I hadn’t been home in something like 3-4 years. I was truly the sojourn traveler, the hopeless victim of wanderlust. Around the 4th or 5th year of my expat life, people started to look at me with that look of awe and wonder, as if I were some sort of superman when I told them how long I had been gone. “You’ve been in China that long!”, they’d say. It all seemed perfectly normal to me, being the traveler’s life has always been a part of my personality and moving abroad and staying away for so long was simply a natural progression for me.
My Mum Maria
My Mum aka The Boss! (written by Mike Friganiotis) My Mum, Maria, loved me dearly. Why? I was the first born, so I guess I had privileges. And being the first born son in a Greek family, I was even more special. In our family, when dinner was served by Mum, Dad received his meal first. But when I turned 21, I was first in line!
Leaves of a Tree
With the window cracked open, a gust of fall wind swept through the russet, beat-up Chevy Impala stopped at the single stoplight in town. Juniper “June” Evans sat in the back seat while her mother, in the driver’s seat, applied a thick coat of black mascara using the rearview mirror.