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Stumbling
Stumbling I’m Jack. That’s the name I go by for sure. I’m Jack and I’m one of five siblings. The good one. The other four aren’t worth Jack shit. Ha ha, no pun intended.
By Simon Morrell5 years ago in Families
Hate
I hate him! Every time I walk out there and see him it brings my blood to a boil. He walks around here with his head held up high and his chest pumped out. He has no regard for what he has done to me. It's not fair. Not only has he destroyed my life but now I have to see him everyday. It drives me crazy. Now logic and common sense tells me that this can't be the case but my mind tells me otherwise. My mind tells me that he knows everything that he's done to me. My mind tells me that he's taunting me everyday.
By Tyrone Livingston5 years ago in Families
Reluctance and Acceptance
In Trinidad, Manisha and I had decided to get married without the prior consent of our parents. This was culturally unacceptable for our respective families. After my commitment to Manisha, I returned to East Lansing, Michigan, and wrote a letter to my parents in Lucknow, India, that I have decided to marry a Trinidadian girl of Indian descent. The sequence of psychological events in dealing with this news in my family is very interesting. It was initially an utter surprise to my father and a shock to my mother that how I could have taken such a drastic decision of my marriage without their prior blessings. Here, I think it is important to state that my mother had died when I was only fourteen years old and had two younger siblings. My father was remarried, and my stepmother and I had the most cordial mother-son relationship. Initially it was quite difficult for my parents to comprehend the whole situation because all my life I have been an obedient son and never did anything that either I or my parents ever regretted. For every major decision I ever took in my life, I always had the blessings of my parents. Like all Indian parents, my parents too were waiting for my return home from the United States. They would have selected a girl of their choice and with my approval they would have finalized my marriage. It is indeed a matter of pride and extreme pleasure for parents in India to go through the whole long process of marriage of their children (specially sons). It seems for a moment my parents felt betrayed by me for taking this unilateral decision to marry Manisha. But this feeling was only momentary; very soon everyone was happy and both Manisha and I had blessings of my parents and the rest of the family.
By Arun Kumar Ph. D.5 years ago in Families
Family Therapy
Strategic family therapy is a family therapy that addresses specific problems. These problems are addressed in a shorter amount of time than the other therapy modalities. Strategic family therapy is part of the major models and brief psychotherapy. This therapy is designed to treat and prevent adolescent and child behavioral problems. This therapy helps reduce risk factors for adolescent drug abuse and strengthens their protective factors. This therapy targets children and adolescents who are displaying or at risk (of developing) behavioral problems that include substance abuse. (Youth.Gov)
By E.G.5 years ago in Families
Making New Memories
We had a big family. It was me, my two younger brothers, my older sisters, my momma, daddy, and my daddy's parents in one house. Momma was the youngest of four, but her parents passed away two years ago on the same day, two minutes apart. So I couldn't believe it when he told me.
By Kawan Glover5 years ago in Families
Marigold
Marigold She looked at the peacefully sleeping 3 year old in his tiny bed. So content and oblivious to the storm that was about to alter the rest of his little life. Unable to sleep, she just gazed at her blond little boy as tears dripped softly out of the corner of her eyes. She could not sleep agonizing over the coming day. She didn’t know if she could do what needed to be done. And yet she must.
By Maria Calderoni5 years ago in Families
Marvey and His Dog
Marvey and his dog were inseparable. You'd rarely see one without the other, except for maybe bath time. Although, come to think of it, they were usually in the same room for that, just rarely soaking in the same water.
By Teresa Reinalda5 years ago in Families
Snowy Wonderland
Marigold. Snow flurries paint the forest with a blanket of white. If Bob Ross were to have painted a snowy landscape, this would have been the result. Breathtaking views of the mountains in the background with a speckling of trees in the foreground, all covered in a blanket of perfect, untouched snow. It is absolutely spectacular.
By Jessica Klein5 years ago in Families
The Blue Boys Incident
It was Saturday morning. Chuck and Carol needed a little time to sleep in. Matthew got up at 5:00 AM, on Saturdays, he would always get himself a bowl of cereal, and watch Saturday morning Cartoons. Scooby-Doo was his favorite, but early mornings on Saturdays only provided the old Rankin Bass 1960’s version of Pinocchio and The Wizard of Oz, and then a rousing “Rocket Robin Hood”. Not Emmy winning TV, but it kept him entertained, until the real cartoons came on. Aaron, still slept in his crib, until the bunk bed was put together and painted, usually slept until 8:00 AM.
By Matthew Hill5 years ago in Families
The Beetroot Incident
The Beetroot incident It was a steamy, hot August Summer’s day, a rare thing in County Limerick, Ireland. One of those Summers that you believe all of your childhood Summers were like but it was probably only one or two. I was around 7 years old.
By Geraldine Purcell-Lynch5 years ago in Families
House
My grandparents were old and set in their ways. My grandfather built this house in the 1930s. My dad was born in 1932. He was adopted. Although, he didn't know that until he was 21. His name was Stan.
By Marie Ehlenbach5 years ago in Families
Marigolds
The clock ticked on the mantle-piece beside the porcelain children and the glass clowns. A special bed had been placed in the centre of the room, with a view out of the bay window. There was a faint mix of smells, the sweet scent of perfume and the bitterness of sweat.
By Wilkie Stewart5 years ago in Families