Holiday
Memories of mom
Posted this on Facebook a couple of days ago and have had the urge to share it here. To mark my mom and her tireless efforts to bring joy to the world. She wasn’t a perfect mom but who of us can say we were perfect or are perfect. Yet I can say that we should look at people more closely and see the them for the them that is them. So hold your love ones closer, tell them you love them, spend time with them and just enjoy life. Live life, be in the present.
By WrittenWritRalf9 days ago in Families
Best memory of my childhood years
The best memory of my childhood years was from the time I was a baby until I was in my teens. My family and I would meet each year for the fourth of July. It was the best time of my life. We would start by getting up early. We would pack what we were taking with us for the next few days, if we wanted to spend a few days. We would drive the three hours to Virginia, to my great grandmother's house, when she was alive. We would sit and have breakfast with her. We usually would go pick up breakfast, but sometimes we would eat what she had there as well.
By Danielle Mosley2 months ago in Families
Father's Day 2026
My husband is the charm. He is husband number three and has four children. Husband number two had one son. Husband number one and I had two children. This is for a total of seven children for me. And then there are thirty grandchildren and thirteen great grandchildren.
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Families
The Architecture of Quiet Love:. AI-Generated.
We live in a world that thrives on loud declarations. We measure love by the height of our words, the extravagance of our gifts, and the public eloquence of our tributes. But when Father’s Day rolls around each June, I always find myself standardizing love by a completely different layout. I find myself thinking about the quiet architecture of a man who never quite mastered the art of the grand monologue, but whose entire life has been a blueprint of steady, unyielding presence.
By Sam Shroyer3 months ago in Families
Getting Through Life Alone and Loving It
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. The ones who are involved in their children's lives and loves them unconditionally, I appreciate you to the highest. To a son, a father should be their hero, rather than a disappointment to them. I no longer celebrate Father's Day, because I've been estranged from my father for nearly 15 years. I'm the oldest of three children and unfortunately, I've suffered physical and verbal abuse on a regular basis from him. Every day, I was fearful of him. Whether or not I did something wrong, he would yell, belittle, and abuse me. Even over the smallest things, such as me refusing to greet someone, this toxic cycle continued. While parts of my childhood were great, the majority of it was filled with abuse. It was difficult for me to open up to him about certain things, because he would bombard me with a million questions. Him constant critiquing me on a regular basis was his favorite toxic trait. He would take issue with me on things I liked and how I presented myself. A few things about Liberian parents that everyone needs to be aware of are the following: They'll never admit any wrongdoing, apologizing to their children is beneath them, always portraying themselves as victims instead of doing any self-reflection, and finally, they gaslight you anytime you try to express that they've hurt your feelings. I've experienced these red flags firsthand when I was 14. I remember one day my father was constantly criticizing me for no reason. It was at the moment that I had to stand up to him once and for all. Spoiler alert: it didn't go well. He responded by yelling in my face, resulting with me being reduced to tears. It hurt my feelings deeply and I'm a very sensitive person. These are the reasons why I no longer commemorate Father's Day or share a picture of him on social media. Also, near the end of 2022 was the year that I told people that I preferred to be addressed by my middle name. I'm still toying with the idea of changing my last name, because having it reminds me of being born to toxic parents.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 3 months ago in Families




