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There's something to be said about heroes, for the most part they never even know that you view them in that capacity. Lucky for me I was blessed with three what a blessing. Three sons to grow with me, here all along I thought I was protecting their lives, and here they were saving mine. My accountability partners. The tiny little hands that I held gave me reason to grow. For some reason I really believe they knew it, honesty, transparency and a whole lot of truth.
By Echo Marie Bryant5 years ago in Families
Day #5 of 100 Days of Ukulele and Blog
She Loves You is the fourth song played on the February 9, 1964 Ed Sullivan Show. It’s the defining song that made my mom and I lifelong Beatles fans. I was only six years old, but I remember it as if it was yesterday.
By Mary Lane Cryns aka Melody5 years ago in Families
Blackmail with Susan
Charles Spence, a millionaire businessman, surges back into Susan's life, despite the fact that their marriage is long over. Knowing that Susan's design firm is about to fail, Charles offers to save her from financial disaster by awarding her the contract of a lifetime. Although he claims his proposition is without conditions, there is one: he wants Susan to provide him with a baby, not merely an interior designer to finish his luxurious house.
By Peter Hermann5 years ago in Families
Anxious Cigarettes
I was twelve years old when I finally stopped sucking my thumb. I did that on my own. My mum had tried multiple techniques; mustard, nail biting prevention liquid, shouting at me, confiscating my blanket. Yet, all the while I felt the need to rebel and continue to self-soothe by sucking my thumbs, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my index finger and inhaling the familiar smell of normality from my blanket (Which my dad would call my “smoke filter”). The sensations that satisfied the olfactory system helped me through a lot of stressful years, so of course I would never stop just because I was told too. I had to, and did, stop in my own time; when I was ready.
By Sascha Smith-Allum5 years ago in Families
Frozen in time
I started dreaming about a place, along time ago. This was a reoccurring dream that happened hundreds of times. This dream came to me when I was very young. I started dreaming vivid or "Future" dreams when I was 12 years old. This particular reoccurring dream started when I was 15 years old up until I was 45 years old, so 30 years. I didn't know what it meant or it was trying to tell me at the time but now, I have learned so much and now I can understand what it was trying to tell me.
By Jana Morin5 years ago in Families
Love Never Dies
Since early morning, it had been raining, making it hard to spend a day in a graveyard. Yet, Ricardo had been sitting now on a bench for an hour, looking at Agatha’s grave and wishing her a happy Valentine’s Day. He’d brought her a box of bittersweet chocolate, a bouquet of roses, a red wine bottle, and a lunch. He was like, ‘Hey, so what! we still have the right to celebrate.’
By Ayman Baroudi5 years ago in Families
