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The Man, The Woman and Their Children
We can find the foundation of law and government in how a father and mother handle their children through the years of their childhood. Their sense of justice toward them—how they teach, discipline, forgive, and reward—deeply reflects their acceptance and diligence toward the law of their nation. If the parents are fair, measured, and merciful, then the children grow in the likeness of a free people. But if they rule by fear or neglect, so too will their nation falter, for tyranny begins in the smallest home before it reaches the highest office.
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Families
If I Were a Dad....
This past Sunday was Father's Day, a holiday that I no longer partake in. I grew up in a toxic and abusive household. Both of my parents, whom I've been estranged from for nearly 15 years, didn't treat me with love and respect. My father was the most abusive towards me out of the two. He would yell and be physical towards me on a regular basis. I feared him every single day. If I did something he didn't like, he would question it, belittle me, and use other insults. Just being myself would easily annoy him. Since being estranged from my parents, I'm in a much happier and peaceful place. I've never shared a picture of my father on social media, because he traumatized me so much that he wasn't worth praising or acknowledging. In this story, I'll share some hypothetical scenarios that I would do if I had a son. For context, I'm in my mid-30s, single, gay, and never had any children. Would I be open to have kids in the future? If the right man comes along and his child or children and his previous spouse are okay with me being in the picture, then yes, I would be open to that. As long as there's no drama attached to it, I'm fine with it. I strongly prefer to find a man who doesn't have children, but he has a kid and is impressed with me, I would okay with it.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 3 months ago in Families
When Night Falls, Peace Disappears
Across many residential communities in Honiara, the Capital of Solomon Islands, a troubling pattern in becoming increasingly familiar. As night falls, what should be quiet, safe neighborhoods are often disrupted by loud shouting, singing, and disorderly movement of intoxicated individuals walking through the streets.
By Tristein Zutu3 months ago in Families
The Architecture of Quiet Love:. AI-Generated.
We live in a world that thrives on loud declarations. We measure love by the height of our words, the extravagance of our gifts, and the public eloquence of our tributes. But when Father’s Day rolls around each June, I always find myself standardizing love by a completely different layout. I find myself thinking about the quiet architecture of a man who never quite mastered the art of the grand monologue, but whose entire life has been a blueprint of steady, unyielding presence.
By Sam Shroyer3 months ago in Families
What Do I Say to I Love You?
Awkward! That’s an understatement. How do you reply to someone who ends a phone conversation with “I love you”? Not just anyone, but your mother. There’s a catch. She gave birth to me but never raised me. In fact, she abandoned us, as some of you have already read in my earlier publications.
By Alexandra Grant4 months ago in Families
An Unusual Relationship
The Elusive Ham Unicorn My love affair began when I was a child. My mother used to cook amazing food. The scent of her cooking and the taste of her meals still fill my nose. She has been gone for over a decade. What kind of voodoo is that?
By Alexandra Grant4 months ago in Families
