Stories in Families that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Answering Your Most Asked Questions!
You asked, and we answered! In this video, Garick and I serve up all the deets you have been dying to know as we respond to some questions from our followers that we usually would not answer. We talk about family, backgrounds, marriage, parenthood, moving, and more. Nothing is sugarcoated. This is our truth - the good, the bad, and the ugly.
My Journey as a Teen Mom
Becoming a mother at the stage where you’re only beginning to figure out your own life is almost like doing double time because you realize that you now have to think and cater for not only yourself but also your child. However, with time, it slowly becomes easier.
A Job That Never Ends
One year. Nine months. That's how long I was an only child. I have no recollection of this time, only after. After I became a sister.
Why It’s Important to Have Date Night, Especially with Kids
Being married, having kids, and feeling overwhelmed with responsibilities can be a lot to handle as a couple. It becomes even more responsibility when you have as many as seven kids, and you put in more investment into your marriage than most people would.
Everything Was Fine . . .
I sat in the hair salon one Saturday getting my maintenance trim and I suddenly realized something about my surroundings. There was a young woman getting her hair all twirly-curled, faux-complaining about the shoes she ordered for her wedding (she clearly just wanted to talk about how cute and perfect they were), a young girl accompanied by her mom and grandma was getting especially dolled up for some upcoming event and the two mothers were there to make sure everything went smoothly, simultaneously giving directions to the stylist who was cheerfully taking their advice. Another woman, tinted and blown out, paid her bill, left a tip and, placing her tortoiseshell sunglasses above her wide grin, walked confidently out into the morning sunshine.
A Letter To My Daughter, M; Parental Alienation Is The Worst Part Of Breaking Up
Dear M, I have so much I want to say to you, that I need to say to you, really. I don’t even know if you’ll read this but, if you do, I think it’s best I start here:
I'm Pretty Sure I May Have Just Become A Terrible Grandparent
It was hot as hell, and I couldn't believe they didn't sit our group inside. Yet here we were, sitting in a covered patio with old school fans blowing warm air on us on a 95 degree Texas summer afternoon. And worse than that is we were about to be served some chips and salsa.
A Letter To A Lost Loved One.
"You will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly-- that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp" Anne Lamott
Immigrants Among Us
On January 28, 2017, a protest was held at JFK International Airport to oppose the implementation of then-President Trump's executive order (#13769,) that called for a suspension of all immigration to the United States for a period of 120 days. As hopeful immigrants were being turned away, I remembered being an impatient three-year-old in that very terminal, waiting to pick up my new baby brother who was flying from Vietnam with a plane full of other refugees. The plane of war-orphaned babies and children was held up at customs in Paris for nine hours, and people were afraid that their children were going to be turned away. More than forty years later, the place where we had once welcomed these immigrants, was now turning other hopefuls away.
She hoped there would be more time, but a small part of her was already quite sure that Norman would never wake to his favorite sound again. The unpleasant whistle of the male cardinal. It seemed natural to her that Norman’s favorite bird spoke such a funny language. The little beast’s song was notoriously difficult to describe in words, but sounded to her, like an exact replica of Norman’s snore, just higher pitched.
Magic of The Past
I sometimes miss my childhood days. The summer evenings beneath the orange sunset sky chasing lightning bugs. The spring days, spending hours in the field searching for four-leaf clovers. Fall, looking for witches and spooky ghosts around every dim corner. Most of all I miss Christmas time when my granny would come to visit for an entire week. I still remember the sound of her 1964 Ford Fairlane, which was the most exciting clamor and clangor in the whole wide world.
My grandfather was right about many things. He called the World Series winners many years in a row, how we’d put a man on the moon, Nixon – he knew things, or he was an excellent guesser. His 86 years of experience included both good things and bad, the good things being what he shared with his grandkids. Besides his love of chess, he loved making us laugh. He would take us into his lap and point to his mustache. We’d go to touch it, and he’d pretend to bite our fingers. My father did that, too, come to think of it. We’d break out into a fit of giggles.