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Everything You Are
The little things count too, you know. You always beat yourself up for all the big things you weren't, and all the things you thought you ought to be. You never quite reached your own expectations, quietly hoping you would but secretly assuming you wouldn't. Who made you believe that you couldn't?
By Elle Kim6 years ago in Families
Momma's Guidance
The strength of a woman is like a fortress standing tall and true. She guides us through the storm and rain, sleet and hail!.
By Tierra Montgomery6 years ago in Families
My Dearest , Darling Jo
My dearest darling Jo, I don’t know if you realize how strong you really are. Even before you were born I could feel the power of your body within me. Then, when the time came, you got jammed. Sideways. Such efforts to get you safely delivered.
By Margaret Watson6 years ago in Families
Discover your own happy
When a person is scared there are two things that they will do; first, fight. Second, flight. Not many people realise that there is in fact a third, do nothing and hope it goes away; freeze. When anyone is faced with uncertainty they chose one of these, mine is by default the latter. It has helped and hindered me during my short-lived life. This is a story of a young lady who through independence and injustice found herself and became afraid of the skin she was in, this is my story.
By Kimai Furness6 years ago in Families
My Very Godmother
I'm not sure I can do this. It's too hard. I know what you told me once, "Just pretend you know what you're doing. No one will know the difference."
By Debra Rogers6 years ago in Families
Dear Mom,
Dear Mom, I know I have given you so much grief over the years. About how you did this instead of that or didn’t do something I felt you should have done. I just wanted you to know how strong I always thought you were. I didn’t quite understand the strength of a woman and how much was required until I too became a mother. Granted, I have only been one for seven years, but I have learned so much and I understand so much more about why you made choices you made and how much you sacrificed for us.
By Zelda Foxx6 years ago in Families
To My Girls. Top Story - March 2021.
To my girls, The assignment is to write an open letter to the strongest woman I know. But how can I choose just one when each of you is so incredible?
By S. Frazer6 years ago in Families
MY MOTHER AND MY OTHER MOTHER
Two Women. I cannot talk about one without interlacing the lives of both. My Mother and my Aunt. My Aunt and my Mother. Murdena and Mary.
By Novel Allen6 years ago in Families
How Embarrassing!!!
Rather than choose just one embarrassing, cringe-worthy moment, I decided to write about a few instances that happened to not only me but to a few of my family members as well. Yes, they are embarrassing, but as time goes by they just turn into funny, cute memories that we often reminisce about.
By Margie Anderson 6 years ago in Families
To My Little Girl
To My Little Girl, At just twelve years old, you are the absolute strongest woman I know. From your very beginning you have been a force to be reckoned with as you've beat every obstacle thrown at you. While you've had your days that I could see it in your eyes that you could break at any moment, you've stood tall and become stronger than I could ever have hoped for you. While I'm sorry that you've had to be that strong, I'm so proud of you for it.
By Torii Gibson6 years ago in Families
A Sister's Love
Dear Kee, Never could I be able to thank you as much as I truly want to. There is so much about you that the world just doesn’t know. That I wish I could shout and everyone would know just how strong you are. You haven’t had an easy life, and I know becoming an older sister to twins when you’re about to turn nineteen two weeks later, might not have been ideal, but you’ve taken life and you’ve worked with what you have. I couldn’t imagine how you felt that day. I couldn’t be there because I was only two, but I was there when you needed the laughs. When you needed to know, we came to help you. You lost your child when you were only twenty-one. He was only a day old. And not just that, you found out you had a devastating autoimmune disorder; lupus. I can’t remember your tears, but I remember your pain. Every day you staggered to your feet and went through your day, even when your body couldn’t handle it. Even when you were on the bathroom floor crunched up in pain. You never gave up. But that day still rings inside your head and sometimes still makes you cry. You never let it show that you were as hurt as you were. You took the role and you became a mother to your sisters. Loving us like no one had ever done. Until one day, you did have a child of your own, but you never forgot the two that were there for you in the beginning.
By S.J Mansfield6 years ago in Families
Everyone’s a Food Critic
Has your mother ever squawked in your ear to eat your vegetables? You have my compassion. What do you think happens when a parent’s blind fanaticism for a clean plate collides with the confused taste buds of their offspring?
By Carrie R6 years ago in Families