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The Winged Serpent Next to Me: A Tribute to My Grandma's Legacy
Amidst the Hour of the Winged Snake 2024, in the midst of the celebration of Worldwide Women's Day, I'm constrained to recap the story of the person who has been my mainstay of solidarity and wellspring of motivation: my grandmother.
Mahesha SannaiahPublished 27 days ago in FamiliesThe Grief of Parental Childishness
The Grief of Parental Childishness: Investigating Its Causes and Tracking down Arrangements Chapter-by-chapter guide:
shailendra meshramPublished 30 days ago in Familieshow to be a good father: 8 tips to be a good dad
What does it mean to be a good dad? According to Gilles Vaquier de Labaume, being a good dad means, above all, having knowledge about the different stages of child development to better respond to their needs according to their age. Being a good dad involves knowing how to adapt your way of communicating with a baby, dedicating exclusive and quality moments to them, ensuring first that you are willing to live that moment of sharing with them.
Paths of LovePublished about a month ago in FamiliesThe Ultimate Betrayal Pt.1
The Betrayal That Cracked Our Family Like a Boom Whumpf! The news landed in my inbox like a sack of bricks. A text from my cousin, Sarah, a jumble of words that sent a cold dread slithering down my spine. My Great-Grandma Millie, the woman who dispensed wisdom alongside slices of her legendary pecan pie, was in a nursing home. The worry gnawed at me, a persistent buzz in my brain. But what came next was a revelation that would crack the foundation of our family like a** boom.**
Taeja WilliamsPublished about a month ago in FamiliesNurturing Minds, Shaping Futures
From the first tender moments of holding a newborn to navigating the tumultuous waters of adolescence, parenting encompasses a myriad of roles and responsibilities. It's a delicate balance of love, guidance, and discipline, shaped by both cultural norms and individual philosophies. As society evolves and new challenges emerge, the landscape of parenting continues to shift, demanding adaptability and resilience from caregivers.
Kalu ClintonPublished about a month ago in FamiliesTeaching Our Kids the Value of Less
Kids usually want things all the time, and they emphasize it with “right now”. They live in the moment and express their every wish.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished about a month ago in FamiliesThe Ultimate Betrayal Pt.2
Dust Motes in a Silent Symphony Dust motes danced a jig in the neglected sunlight creeping through Grandma's dusty windows. Silence pressed down heavy, a stark contrast to the woman who once filled this space with booming laughter and the soul-warming scent of her legendary buttermilk biscuits. Grief threatened to drown me, but beneath the sorrow, a spark flickered to life. My firecracker of a grandma, a woman who'd stared down dust storms and Depression-era hardships with a withering look, wouldn't have gone gentle into that good night. Neither would I.
Taeja WilliamsPublished about a month ago in FamiliesDear Mother
Dear Mother, In the solemn stillness of my thoughts, I reach out through this letter, a vessel for the words that weigh heavily upon my soul. What can I say, Mother? The words 'I love you' from your lips often come shrouded in the aftermath of scolding, their warmth lost in the chill of discipline.
Discoveryng DepthsPublished about a month ago in FamiliesPraying for Miracles and Saying Goodbye
Twelve hours can change everything. On November 12th, 2019, my mom passed away from complications caused by CLL(Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia). After 22 months with CLL, she had one bad day. One bad day, twelve hours in the hospital, and then she left to meet her heavenly Father and see the face of Jesus. Fourteen days later it still seems so hard to believe that everything changed so fast. How did we get from a diagnosis with a chronic condition to saying good-bye?
Dawn BeauchampPublished about a month ago in Families545 West 125th Street
Summer nights at 545 were usually sweltering, noisy, and buzzing with activity. From the vantage point of our second-floor fire escape, we were always privy to what went on below. Our neighbors, mostly Antilleans, looking to escape the heat of their small, non-airconditioned apartments, would come downstairs as soon as the sun set to sit in what they hoped would be the cool New York City night air and find some respite. I, for one, always marveled at the range of materials they would bring down to sit on. Some would bring a beach chair or two. Others would borrow milk crates from the bodega next door. Still, others would find a spot on the front stoop of our building on 125th Street in West Harlem, often blocking the entrance but graciously moving out of the way as others came in and out. My earliest memory of home is this tenement building and community. I lived there with my family for my first 12 years, and we always called the building by its number - 545.
Margaret JimenezPublished about a month ago in FamiliesA Trip of Light: The Narrative of Martha Agnes
Stepping off her small bed and pulling a bulky cardigan over her nightgown, Lena headed towards the top of the narrow, steep staircase that led from the attic bedroom to the kitchen below. She listened intently, trying to make out the quiet voices coming from the lower level.
lahsen ezahouaniPublished about a month ago in FamiliesA Childhood Lost, a Love Denied
My childhood memories are a tapestry woven with loneliness, a stark contrast to the carefree joy most children experience. Simple pleasures like playing in the mud or by the creek resulted in harsh punishments. Toys, meant for exploration and imagination, were kept pristine on display shelves, untouchable.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished about a month ago in Families