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Graduation Nightmare
For many years, I've tried to write a book. My life has been a series of disasters from the beginning and I have a hard time talking about it, because it seems like fiction or something. I could never make up any of this stuff but I admit it is all quite odd. Also, I can never figure out where to begin. The beginning started before I was born, and there were a lot of things I didn't know until two years ago. So, I'll start in the middle.
By Kesha Moore6 years ago in Families
Whose hands are these?
Trends sweep the nation like a cold front -- fidget spinners, ice bucket challenges, you name it. They all come and go, leaving little to no effect on most people. That is, until the trend of DNA testing.
By Tyler H6 years ago in Families
Dr. Seuss and Me
I can remember wanting to be able to read at the age of two as I gazed longingly at the bookshelf in our living room. Watching my mother's face as she read the books in the small library she owned courtesy of The Doubleday Book Club inspired me to emulate her and learn to read books. Whatever was contained in those mysterious tomes moved her to make faces that revealed both her interest and the emotions the words evoked within her. My mother looked so elegantly, beautiful as she sat quietly reading her beloved stories.
By Lizabeth Brooks6 years ago in Families
Misery Loves Company
At 28 I never thought that I would be where I am today. Living back at my grandmother's house with my husband and my daughter. It definitely isn't an ideal situation especially since my grandmother is in her 80's. As of late, she has become a little forgetful. Our conversations have gotten quite entertaining because of her forgetfulness.
By Jasmine Harris6 years ago in Families
You Cannot Attend Everything...
I am going to let you all in on a deep secret that I either hinted or just probably mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, but here it goes. I sadly could not attend my own mother’s funeral. To this very day, it is something that bothers me on so many levels since she was my only mother.
By Thomas Benson6 years ago in Families
I found my father after 23 years.
The last memory I had of my father is a blurr. We were celebrating someones birthday. There was food, drinks and some cake. While I was hypnotized by the cake I was also being cuddle by my father. He had his arm around my neck and while he didnt notice because he was drunk, he was squeezing my neck too hard. I didnt care because although I was a child, I knew he was going to leave and I didnt know when he was going to come back or if he was going to come back at all. For most of my life I grew up thinking he had abandoned my mother, my brother and myself, Until recently.
By Shabelle Mendoza6 years ago in Families
Positivity , Love, Drama, Politics, MEEEE
Originally my message was constructed to say (Good morning, with love I'd like to introduce myself to the platform! My publications will be filled with relief for all passersby so feel freeeeeee to support meeee ;) love you guys.)))) Sadly I was told that I wasn't enough so I'm back to square one.. ME!
By Michael Anterio6 years ago in Families
Life Can Change When You Least Expect It....
Attitude about Life Changes, from Covid to Caregiving, can get you out of bed in the morning or see you in your pj’s eating potato chips at three in the afternoon.
By Brandis Geddes6 years ago in Families
How Did I Get Here?
At 56 years of age, divorced three times, two of them from the same person, yes I married my abusive-second husband twice, no savings, no formal education, unemployed, with a very dismal outlook on my future, the only fitting question is, how the hell did I get here?
By Krista Hamilton6 years ago in Families
Queens and Kings
John Smith looked at himself in the mirror. He was clean shaven, having shaved off that five o’clock shadow that seemed to like to creep up at four, and removed a small piece of toilet tissue that he’d placed on a small nick on his chin. His shirt was clean, and ironed and he had pressed his pants. Jane, his wife, had called to say she was bringing her boss home for dinner, and could John please make sure the house was tidy and the children fed and ready for bed. He’d done just that. Tommy and Sally were both bathed, had eaten a somewhat early dinner of macaroni and cheese and hot dogs, their favourite, and were both ensconced in their bedrooms, reading quietly with firm instructions that lights were to be turned out at eight o’clock. Tommy had whined a bit at the time, being nine years old. He felt he was old enough to stay up later. Sally, just five years old, was already rubbing her eyes as John read her a bedtime story before tucking her in and handing her her favourite stuffed bear. Mr. Snuffles had been a constant companion since Sally was born.
By Gayla Ber6 years ago in Families
Whine & Jeez
VOCAL My 13-year old WhatsApped us this morning "Hey Mommy and Daddy, you should check out Vocal. Submit a story. You can get PAID for it!" He's always noticing cool things and sharing them with us. So here I am!
By Sherry6 years ago in Families
My Mother's Favourite Weapon
This time my brother, Fred was in trouble. Sandy, my older sister was outside talking to a friend, when he decided to scare the daylights out of her.
By Catharine Parks6 years ago in Families