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  • Kiley Thibodeau
    Published 2 days ago
    What do you see?

    What do you see?

    As I walked down the dock to the end of the peer, I’m reminded of the times we had on this dock as a family. Thru the good and bad my husband and I always walked this dock to talk about our days events, good or bad. Our children grew and thier little feet found thier way down this dock. With fishing nets a tow And fishing poles with laughter. Our memories will never fade on this dock. Thruout the years weve gotten older, spent plenty of birthdays and anniversaries here, sometimes with a smile and other times with fear? Of what may lie ahead in our turmoil of a life we were living Baby on board, a few times while mommy was prepping that day that we meet, walking up and down the dock, for labor to progress! Watching my babies walking down that dock with proud faces that they had a life jacket on and they were with mom and dad! No fear from them until 1 goes in head first tumbling over into the cool ocean, dads mighty hands reach in and grab, what he was searching for his 6 year old kid! Laughter abupts after the fear, as you shake and calm down from the trip! Dad sits there and catches his breath, with a wet child on his chest! Saying I told you so ! Don’t get so close” ! The child that’s studded with every emotion is clinging on to dad for dear life, eyes wide open but a relief that he’s fine. When you look at this dock , what do you see ? I see a lifetime of a family., from first steps, to the catch of the day, to come on kids....... let’s go play. A mom and dad growing with thier family everyday walking these docks night and day, I’ve seen it all on this dock, I’ve cried many tears, of happiness and joy, to tears of hurt and pain, our phones have gone fishing and are now talking to the fishes on the bottom of the sea. Ice skates and slipping where dock is to be? Watching snow fall during a beautiful storm, to a hurricane with waves with force of a punch! To my dock you may see just beauty that lies within the trees, I’ve walked this path many many times preparing for the birth of my child! I love my dock I’ve had some talks , to myself on this dock, and maybe some ufos that I thought ? My hearts been broken on this dock, and it was also healed with some thought! I’ve tried my hardest to keep my family in line, you got to stay on one side, to the sky’s you see a beautiful sunset and warm hearts to watch as it gets dark! To laughing and fun and fishing and sum! I love my dock , I hope someday my great grandchildren will walk on my dock and say , hey ma”me” walked this dock along time ago! Now she watches us, while we grow! My heart will always be on this dock, my fears and dreams will fall into the water 💧 and be gone in a flash! Cause my babies are on my dock for me and Pe”pe” “
  • Michelle Joyner
    Published 5 days ago
    My Top 8 Picks For Pre-School Age Learning At Home

    My Top 8 Picks For Pre-School Age Learning At Home

    When I made the decision to postpone preschool for my twins after COVID-19 hit, I was definitely overcome with a mix of frustration and happiness. I’ve truly loved teaching Ames and Joules new things at home, but—to be totally honest—it can be a little tiring when there’s nobody else to help. For the past ~3 years, the twins have been at home with me. They’ve never been to a mother’s day out, daycare, or any type of organized schooling during the week. We tentatively plan to put the twins in preschool this next Spring 2021—but, until then, I am doing what I can to keep Ames and Joules learning at home. That said, through research online, reading reviews, and talking with other moms, I’ve found some very useful educational material to ease the process of keeping my twins learning at home in the interim.
  • G. Russell Cole
    Published 7 days ago
    Why Some Girls Don't Fish

    Why Some Girls Don't Fish

    Like my father, I have a dark side. Generally, it manifests itself through a sense of humor based in painful realities and brutal consequences. However, during my early teen's it took on another characteristic altogether: That of the Evil Genius. As a thirteen-year-old Evil Genius I developed such projects as Poison Ivy juice, fraudulent promotional materials for urine-soaked gum and air-powered bean shooters. These innovations enjoyed various levels of success, but I don't mean to suggest that Evil Genius is only attainable through long-range projects or that I was the only member of my family to demonstrate such dark tendencies. Though my sister was never quite as structured as I in her endeavors, she nevertheless attained the distinction of Evil Genius several years prior based largely on a single incident.
  • KayKay_Island
    Published 10 days ago
    BLUEPRINT

    BLUEPRINT

    BEST FRIENDS, USUALLY ARE NOT THE ONE TO COME AND GO OUT OUR LIFE! LET'S TALK NOT JUST OF A FRIEND, HERE I SAY MY BEST FRIENDS I'VE TREATED AND CONSIDER AS A SISTER OR BROTHER. I AM NOT SURE IF IT'S FAIR TO HAVE MORE THAN A BEST FRIEND, OR AS OUR SOCIAL WORLD WOULD SAY, MY BESTIE. FORMERLY, COULD IT GO ANY OTHER WAY IF IT WERE'NT FOR THIS ONE PARTICULUAR BEST FRIEND?
  • Tiajuana Gilmore
    Published 14 days ago
    My Journey In Tattoo

    My Journey In Tattoo

    Family...Where do I start?? I love you all and you all drive me insane sometimes. But no matter what happens, we will always stay together. Through the best times and worse times, we have always stuck together with a strong bond.
  • Sharon Smith
    Published 16 days ago
    Our House: the Days of Covid 19

    Our House: the Days of Covid 19

    Even before the pandemic was declared, my year started with a stressful 'bang'! My boss of many years had suddenly made the decision to retire. He left in mid-January; then my daughter in law's best friend and first cousin in Turkey passed away suddenly and she made a quick trip home to say good-bye just as we were first hearing about Wuhan. It was scary to think of her traveling so far so she made the decision to leave my youngest grandson home with his dad. My son and I altered our work week to take care of him.
  • Sophia Eldredge
    Published 19 days ago
    Art of Healing

    Art of Healing

    All my life I have been crippled with anxiety. I was unable to handle what normal little kids could do- going to school, having sleepovers, etc. I remember going to a book store with my dad and found a “how to” book for braiding bracelets. I found that when I was focusing on creating these bracelets, I felt calm, I felt safe, I felt normal. The word “calm” or act of BEING calm was always a challenge for me. Soon I found I was born a creative and it helped my anxiety. Being a creative, I was finally able to discover more and more talent within myself, especially when it came to making jewelry. My hands became and have been my salvation, helping me to heal emotionally with what they can do physically. My right hand is my dominant tool. I’ve used my hands to create jewelry, learn massage, be a cosmetologist, a makeup tattoo artist- the list goes on. Down the side of my right arm I have a T.S Eliot quote written in my mother’s handwriting. We share the same crippling emotions of anxiety, and creativity was one of her outlets as well. I remember when she would get anxious she would draw. My mom created beautiful doodles and elegant, random words- just to calm herself. Of course she was the perfect person for the job in designing my tattoo. The quote reads “Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity.” Now I can keep my mother’s creativity with me always. I’ve used a negative emotion to create beautiful things, and my tattoo is always a reminder of that.
  • Lina
    Published 20 days ago
    How Many Babies Is Too Many?

    How Many Babies Is Too Many?

    Back in May my boyfriend and I had a surprise positive pregnancy test. We have two amazing kids already. They took the news really well which was also surprising. They are 13 and 9 and didn’t think they’d ever have another sibling but liked the idea too. We had them young and before I had any problems. Recently I had a health issue and was told if I ever did get pregnant again I’d have to have shots throughout the pregnancy. I’m not a needle person so I said well that’s not gonna happen then. I remember that saying about god laughing at peoples plans. He must of had a good chuckle that day.
  • TanYah
    Published about a month ago
    Just Keep Going

    Just Keep Going

    As a kid my mother would work what seemed like forever, but it was, just almost all the time. And I don’t know how she was able to get extra hours on top of the twenty-four in a day but she did. My mother migrated to America with her parents back in the 1960s with hopes of a glorious life. And in my childish innocence I honestly thought money grew here on tress in a city with golden paved streets. That picture got lodged in my mind leading up to the months before we left the island. I overheard some relatives talk to my father about what sounded like a magical place this America, that would transform us from the simplicity of living in a strong family and community knitted together by a sense of being one people to wealthy household that would be able to help so many others. My father was given an opportunity and although he was reluctant he couldn’t pass up the offer to go and work with his uncle in the ‘New York City’ and make a better life for his family. But the reality we woke up to after two weeks of long work days, racism and a different kind of social injustice, and disillusionment of a better quality of life planted themselves like the coconut trees back home in Jamaica that withstood category five hurricanes and times of drought.
  • Melina Duncan
    Published 2 months ago
    Growin Pains

    Growin Pains

    My mother had me at 22 my bio dad was 27, I'm not 100% sure since I barely knew him. I was born August of '94 to a mother who loved me all of her heart and a father who was battling demons that they knew were there; but he didn't want to admit to them being there. My mom stuck by him for a long time putting up with all of his problems I know she loved him and was trying to keep our family together, but in the end, it got to be too much. My dad ended up choosing his addictions over her and me. She called my Grandma and Grandpa packed all my stuff up and left with only her clothes, leaving everything else behind. She was strong enough to make the choice she did to try to give me a better life.
  • Lorraine Lawton-Berry
    Published 2 months ago
    Gasping for air

    Gasping for air

    I think at points and particularly this year with the changes COVID-19 has brought to our lives that many of us have felt like this for similar & different reasons. I know I have certainly felt like this many times, been overwhelmed by the moment, the pressure building up so much that I have slammed doors, thrown things across the room, made funny animal noises to get the stress out, screamed and shouted. Yes this is not to say I’ve totally loved other moments it’s certainly been a tale of 2 halves, being with my babies and step children having the time to adventure with them; chase sun sets, jump in puddles, explore woods and run on beaches. All of that has been completely delightful and given me some of the best days of my life. But this blog is about those points when your chest gets tight and you are struggling for air as you assess the challenges in front of you... dogs poo by the kids play area in the garden, smashed glass in the lounge, eldest son needing help with his maths and never being able to fit in that one to one you promise to make cookies with you step daughter. You pause, grab the dustpan and brush and get back to it. Knowing you will face the same thing again maybe that day, or it might be tomorrow if you are lucky. It’s a merry go around. Emotionally I never seem to meet anyone’s needs and I know that’s ok but it hurts to hear my eldest son telling me I don’t put him first knowing that he is right because he is bigger he can wait that hour for me to trouble shoot all these urgent things before I get to him. He feels unimportant and unloved. I explain & think of solutions to make him feel better. He’s also the one that senses my stress and anxiety before I do and can say mum just lie down for 5 mins and listen to your favourite song, you’ll feel better. Bless him, he’s also the son that can be mean and spiteful to his step dad and sisters, not understanding because I love them to I don’t love him less. This year we also got our lovely puppy Lexi, perfect timing in so many ways and she has been so good for us all but sometimes and I feel desperately bad for saying this I do struggle with the constraints that she imposes on me, the additional mess, stress and admin. Someone else to look after and love, it can spread me thin. The loss of freedom in an already busy life. She’s also got used to us all being home and so it’s horrid having to leave her to wine and cry which she does even if we are out for such a short time. But my word the unconditional love we all get in return and the wonderful adventures we have had all across our Island paradise. I know she is a factor which has tipped me over the edge on occasions but I love her so much. I know I knew how our lives would change with her and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I know to many it looks like this year has been a jolly holiday and in ways it has been, I’ve never had such a good tan in adulthood but behind the scenes there are points I have drowned, bills to juggle that you only get around to at 2am in the morning, forms to fill in to get the financial help you need but requiring documents to be uploaded putting another barrier in the way, contracts to win and jobs to find. But the blessing for me has been to have such wonderful friends and family where we catch each other at these burn out points, love each other unconditionally, are kind to each other, listen and don’t judge, listen without providing solutions unless asked. I wouldn’t have survived without those people and it’s given me the fire in my belly to carry on, the permission to have that bubble bath guilt free but most of all it has kept ‘Loz’ alive when I have drowned in laundry and the like. This morning I cherish the early morning, my time, my space, my sanctuary! I feel blessed to have this little break before the chaos of another fabulous day in paradise begins. I end with when you are grasping for air, reach out... to me, to your neighbour, to your friend, your family as those helping hands will enable you to breath deeply again and know you are not alone! So find your rope to cling onto and offer a rope to others as well to grab hold of #Covid19Challenges #FamilyLife #TakeaBreak #Friends #family #itsoktonotbeokay
  • Milus Sutton
    Published 2 months ago
    The Middle Child

    The Middle Child

    The middle child.