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Sunday Best. AI-Generated.
Sunday Best by T.D Carter As I sit here and reminisce, I can see myself vividly—like a lucid dream—at five years old. The image is so clear and real, I can still smell the bergamot grease in my freshly pressed hair. My golden-brown skin shines like a new copper penny, slick with coconut butter and Vaseline. The smells bring it all back, and I close my eyes as I remember that hot, humid, sticky Sunday morning.
By T.D.Carterabout a year ago in Families
Two homes, Twice the Love: My Journey with Overnight Stays.
“No parent anywhere wants their child to come from what’s typically described as a ‘broken home.’” However, sometimes things are out of our control, and the result can often be that the child is ‘shared’ between parents. This will never be an easy thing to do, but if it is done consciously and with love, the child can feel happiness in both homes.
By Diary Of A Modern Mummy about a year ago in Families
"The Last Dance of My Cousin Angel"
Angel and I were more than just cousins- we were raised like sisters under loving care of our grandmother. We grew up sharing clothes, secrets, and Sunday morning chores. Even though we had very different personalities, our bond was unshakable.
By MelCreatesabout a year ago in Families
The Eighth Destination
Here's ### **The Eighth Destination** It began with an email. No subject line. No sender. Just a glowing hyperlink titled:
By Pranay Gabout a year ago in Families
🎵 Ave Maria – By Schubert. Sung by Lenia
🎵 Ave Maria by Schubert…A Prayer Sung from the heart ⸻ 🌹 A Wedding, A Blessing When I first studied Ave Maria by Schubert with my Italian vocal coach, I was still learning to trust my voice with sacred repertoire. Around that time, I received a special invitation: to sing this beloved prayer at a friend’s wedding.
By Lenia M. K.about a year ago in Families
My Aunt, Sweet Like Honey Lamb Chops
Some people thought she was my mom. We were both light in complexion, thick girls, and always laughing when we were together. Bus she wasn't my mom- she was my mother's only sister, my aunt. And in many ways, she was like a second mother to me.
By MelCreatesabout a year ago in Families
Who I am?
So I am sure your probably wondering about the picture? Yes I am that cool but this lends itself to a little bit more about me and how I am as a dad.
By Jacob neavilleabout a year ago in Families
'let me hug you ,dad'
Dad, do you know how sad our home has been lately? Do you hear Mom’s sighs at night? Did you notice how dinner tonight was missing its usual laughter?
By eva haileyabout a year ago in Families
"Even in the face of death, love finds a way to nourish what's left behind."
On October 26, 2005, my entire world shifted. It was the day I lost my mother-and nearly lost my grandmother in the same breath.
By MelCreatesabout a year ago in Families
Echoes of Their Words
The Last Conversation They say what your parents tell you as a child stays with you for the rest of your life, but I had no idea how literal that would be until last summer.
By Niaz Khanabout a year ago in Families
The Choice Of Fatherhood
I always like to say that I was Raised by Three Women. My Mom. My Grandmother. My Aunt. Until High School, they were my Parents.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Families
The one thing you must discuss with your dad on Father’s Day
On Father’s Day, many of us will call our Dads for a chat. We’ll discuss many things: the news, sport, the family. But few of us will touch on our health. For we men aren’t very good at addressing that: I am the son of a GP but even my dad and I don’t talk enough about health. In fact he’s had a prostate cancer test, but it took him a while to get around to it. It’s not that the topic is taboo, more that it never seems quite the right moment to ask a delicate question.
By Mr Fihsak about a year ago in Families