Top Stories
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1 in 150,000. Top Story - August 2018.
“1 in 150,000 chance,” is what the doctor told us when describing the rarity of my son's new diagnosis, Zellweger spectrum disorder. All we knew was that this disorder was caused by mutated genes, and has a very poor prognosis. Our world was shattered. Our hope was shattered. And we had a long, broken down road ahead of us. This is my blog as a mother to cope and express my true feelings.
By Kayleigh Sayer8 years ago in Families
A Holistic Approach to Health During Pregnancy. Top Story - June 2018.
Pregnancy is a very interesting time in a woman's life because it involves rather miraculous biological changes but also has emotional impacts and can really change the perspective and outlook of a woman during this time in her life. There are so many new considerations she has to make about what she eats, how she needs to change her daily activities, how her body is going to change, and how she has to rethink her future plans.
By Patricia Sarkar8 years ago in Families
Mom and Me. Top Story - June 2018.
Full House: How Living With My Mom Has Kept Me Sane I moved out at the ripe old age of 29. Some say this is too old and experienced to be moving out and experiencing things. In our South Asian culture, where the laws are strict and deter children from moving out, I was a rebel with a cause. I had met a new man and he happened to live on the other side of the country. After a couple of years of texts, phone calls, one trip in Las Vegas to make sure the other in fact existed and was not a bot (Capchas included), I decided to cut all the clutter and make it official. Again, I was bold, brave, and an Indian girl set on busting through the doors of how it's been to create new ways of living fearlessly, for the culture. How naïve I was. About six hours in, I knew something was amiss and I wasn't welcome. After about three months, he told he had found someone else and I was left to fend for myself. For four years. The idea of this makes me shudder, as does Captain Morgan spiced dark rum, which kept me from losing my marbles and jumping off my 24th floor apartment. In March of this year, after several failed attempts at finding someone suitable, and a pretty long stint, by millennial standards, at a soul crushing corporate job, I booked a one way ticket back home. What did home hold for me? My younger sister, my dark black (with some greys) shih tzu, and my best friend; my mother. Our relationships over the years had been a roller coaster; one filled with co-dependence and, at the end, the realization that we needed to completely re-define it and ourselves to move forward. Her struggles with mental illness, divorce, #widowlife, ailing parents, psycho relatives, and everything in between had taken a toll on my young childhood, so the majority of my twenties were spent trying to transform her into the mom I knew was hiding underneath the medication and manic episodes. If I could just help her see the woman I saw, I knew I could get my mom and maybe some of my childhood back.
By Seema Kapoor8 years ago in Families
An Incapability of Attachment . Top Story - May 2018.
An Incapability of Attachment It begins with a boy, six years of age, charcoal skinned and ashen. There was something about him then, the colours of the sky; the textures of hair; the bite of a lemon. All things were wonderful and fascinating.
By Jordan Ento8 years ago in Families
A Story of Motherly Love. Top Story - May 2018.
From the moment I entered this world decades ago, I have always had a unique connection to my mother. I would always know when it was her holding me and I instinctively associated her very presence with support and comfort. Perhaps it was because I had previously spent nine months growing inside of her. Or maybe it’s a survival instinct from nature. That’s just one of life’s many mysteries.
By Rebecca Sharrock8 years ago in Families
My Mother Changed Her Name 70 Years Ago, Now She Can't Leave the Country. Top Story - April 2018.
My mother was a dreamy ten year old — smart and precocious. She hated her given name, Sandra, because kids pronounced it either Sanndra or Sahndra. Both of which drove her nuts.
By Rick Schwartz8 years ago in Families
