I've worked at a frozen yogurt shop/coffee shop for over 3 years now. Yes that's right, a yogurt AND coffee shop, we sell both. It's a quiet job that has given me a chance to interact with a large variety of everyday people, and witness numerous encounters between those people that I believe can give us all a glimpse into what life is truly about. These are those stories.


And an unloving, tyrannous, brutal man needs no motive to prompt his cruelty; he needs only the perpetual presence of a woman he can call his own. A whole park full of tame or timid-eyed animals to torment at his will would not serve him so well to glut his lust of torture; they could not feel as one woman does; they could not throw out the keen retort which whets the edge of hatred.


This is my mother.

Written by: Trish,M

A dreary Sunday approached quickly and I was not prepared how I would feel about missing my Dad especially during the holidays. I remembered I have not been following the calendar like I used to, so I was not aware of how many days were left in the month of December. Then, oddly enough, I had a feeling about needing a nap, in which I gave into. And, I am glad I did because I woke up feeling rested. After some much-needed relaxation, something refreshed my memory about the tough days that may follow.

Before I became a mother I never thought I would be a mother. Of course, when I got pregnant, I had an idea of how I would parent. I was going to be my little girl's best friend. But there is a giant list of things I would never thought I would do as a mother starting with this

I am a Warrior Mom. What does that mean? It means that I suffered from and survived postpartum depression. In my case, it also means that I am a mom of children who have special needs. The beginning of motherhood was not magical for me. In fact I was stuck, isolated, stagnant and afraid.

Questions about parenthood that I frequently hear

When I was a teenager, we didn’t have iPhones or even internet.

Thinking about dating and getting to know someone, all over again is something I’m sure we all hate. I mean, isn’t it easier to just deal with your current SO since you’re comfortable and c’mon he isn’t that bad, right?

Postpartum life is hard. Like so hard. And if your friends are anything like I was, I didn't feel like I should or could ask for help. I felt like I was the mom and so I should be the one doing everything. But the truth is, it's nearly impossible to do everything yourself. My husband took less than a week off work when our son was born, so my days felt like they were about 23,402 hours long.