humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Life Goes On
It was February 1996. We'd done it. We'd made it through the first year of marriage. This included a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, a high risk pregnancy, a head-on auto collision, premature labor and delivery of our baby girl, followed by an aortic dissection and open heart surgery for me. So what else is there to do, but go ahead a open some very belated Christmas presents? It was actually the last thing we felt like doing, but the lights were still up on the house and our tree, and friends and relatives were anxiously waiting to have us all back together. Christmas was here, and I was happy just to be alive and that our baby was healthy. Did I mention, she had colic? She was not tolerating the formula and I could not breast feed because I take blood thinners. So, we had to keep trying different types of soy formula/cereal blends until we discovered one that would fill her up and help her sleep longer, yet not upset her stomach. All we wanted for Christmas that year, was a good night's sleep.
By Carrie Partain6 years ago in Families
off my damn chest hh
Chapter One The setting takes place at the house aside from my earliest memory instead I’d say I was about 9 years old when the cruelty and torment started. I was very rebellious and willing to stick up for myself to my dad and my mom. My mother is a tricky person to describe she was both real and fake at the same time. even now she is the same, but I guess she is more free spirited these days.
By MrBake Wave6 years ago in Families
wondering where to go
It seems as if there's something in my life that does not quite seem right! I feel alone and vulnerable, nothing I ever do is not good enough. It is as though my whole life; I have been told I have to please people. I am one person who has decided to take a different path in life, I have decided to live for me. It took me years to realize I am the only one to make myself happy. I am married with one kid and even that is confusing. I haven't even been able find me; I have focused on everyone else that I don't know who I am anymore. I feel as if I can't trust anyone, it's all little white lies that pile up to make it easier for them to avoid me being upset. My marriage is on the rocks, I'm struggling to be a mom with teen child who is confused about herself. I need to make money; I want to buy a house; Simply put I just want to have a real life. I feel like I missed out on so much, and been controlled, manipulated, given certain ultimatums because someone else decided that this is the way we should live. I feel as if it's like my opinion never mattered ever. I am a woman, so therefore I must do what women do and completely comply with your silent expectations of me!
By Lindsay Woods6 years ago in Families
Childhood memories
Growing up in the 70's was fantastic. The early years, I of course don't have very many memories but there are a few. My family lived with my Grandma in Sugar house, Utah. We lived on a tree lined street in a single family home. There were two bedrooms upstairs however one was being used as a den. The basement is where our family lived. My parents had the family room, and my older brother slept on cushions on the floor. I slept with my Grandma in her Room upstairs.
By Lee Naylor6 years ago in Families
The Joy of Home
The chaos in our nation has left many of us feeling down and out. Traveling is out of the question for most and the wearing of masks in public during summer months has us questioning the freedom our country was built on. With the election of 2020 quickly approaching, it seems we are fighting an invisible war of good versus evil. But the reality for most is that the sun is shining, children want to go outside to play, and adults want to enjoy summer vacation doing all the activities summer time brings. Sweltering temperatures are making it difficult to enjoy outdoor activities unless water is involved. So how is everyone coping? Are you taking the chance and traveling to your favorite destinations or are you making the most of it making your home and backyards the focus of enjoyment with family and friends?
By Heather Cash6 years ago in Families
Mosebetsi wa Badimo
I decide to take my field notes and gather my data at a family gathering. For this observation, I was a participant observer, but the participants did not know that they were being observed. I chose to be this kind of observer because I wanted to study how they behaved and socialised in their natural state without them limiting themselves and being aware of their actions and words. I chose to observe my family in this particular situation because I knew that the activities that were going to be done were very cultural. The African culture and traditions are supporters of male dominance, and because of this I wanted to see how the different roles are distributed amongst the men as well as the women and children during the ceremony.
By Khumi Phoko6 years ago in Families
paradox in paradise.
I am currently living out a strange paradox at the moment on our vacation in Eleuthera, Bahamas. Giving a little bit of context to this story: I am on a vacation for Christmas with my dad and my mom in the Bahamas. We arrived here on Christmas Eve to a rugged, yet uniquely beautiful airport fit to the landscape and theme of the island. From there we departed in our rented car down the bumpy local highway, in disrepair but still quite fun, to the grocery store. I believe it might be the only one on this part of the island.
By Miranda North Rawson6 years ago in Families
