Lifestyle
For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
Lost Last Words
Allow me to save you the suspense. I lost my mother's last words. One forgetful moment and they were gone. ... She had been battling cancer for several months. In the end, she was heavily medicated and then sedated in hospice. This left her unable to communicate verbally with me and my two sisters for the last few weeks of her life.
M.K. ScottPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesThe day two of my worlds collided
For me, I have very few things that I consider truly important enough in my life that I would call treasures. One of them being my family and another being my love for Power Rangers. It was something I never would have thought imaginable yet I'm glad for the aftermath. I was in my Sophomore year of high school and at a new school at that. My sister and I both attended the same school, Her in her junior year. While attending and looking at the electives, My sister picked a class called Aerialist which is basically teaching people how to do tricks in mid-air and such while I chose to take Karate. Months later, the teachers of that class put on a farewell performance since they were professional performers and travelled around a lot. I decided to go see the performance and thought that the show was one of the coolest things I had ever seen, so I decided to go up to one of them and say hi and tell him what I thought of the show. He enjoyed my complements and in return the two of us began talking for a bit about aerialists and what they do, after that he then told me to keep pushing for my goal, no matter how out of reach it may seem. As much of a teacher-like line it was I still somewhat held onto it subconsciously just like any other bit of advice I was given at the time.
Daniel McLeodPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesThe Song of Sirens
Rheeeeeeeeee, Rhooooooo, Rheeeeeeeeee, Rhooooooo, Rheeeeeee! First, come the fire trucks … Red lights flash.
Samia AfraPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesControversial things I do as a first time mom:
I am a first time mom to a sassy, fierce, beautiful 7 month old. She is the best part of my world, and I can already tell that she’s going to change the world one day. She knows exactly what she wants, and she doesn’t accept anything less than that. As frustrating as that is right now as her mom, I love that for her.
Hannah YorkPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesThe Vegetarian and the Meat Lover
Mr. Vegetarian has been a devout Buddhist for many years and only eats vegetarian food, clear soup, and avoids meat and fish. He would even frown at the sight of a few drops of sesame oil. He met Miss Meat Lover at a joint company party, where she wore a stunning black dress and had a curvaceous figure. But the next moment, Mr. Vegetarian was dumbfounded.
Beauty in lifePublished 12 months ago in FamiliesEmily's Journey to Healing: Finding Comfort in Signs from Her Mother
Emily was only seven years old when her mother passed away. It was the most difficult thing she had ever gone through in her young life. She couldn't imagine how her mother could be gone forever when they had so many plans for the future. They had talked about going on adventures, traveling to new places, and experiencing life together.
Danvincent ElmedulanPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesWHERE IT ALL BEGAN
It was March 23, 2023, at 2 pm and I had just finished a midday presentation to a Zoom filled with respected doctors, scientists, researchers, and other stakeholders from the National Institute on Drug Abuse at the National Institutes of Health, one of the world’s foremost research centers. And judging from the feedback, comments, and questions, my talk was a success. How did I, a 65-year Black woman from the small-town south, land in such an esteemed space? A few months ago, I met Dr. Lorenzo Leggio – a Senior Investigator (Clinical) in the NIH Intramural Research Program (IRP) with faculty appointments both at NIDA and NIAAA, and Chief of the Clinical Psychoneuroendocrinology and Neuropsychopharmacology Section, a joint NIDA and NIAAA laboratory – at a health fair. He was intrigued by my new memoir, Leaving Large – The Stories of a Food Addict, interested in my unique perspectives about processed food addiction, and invited me to share my story and insight during Grands Rounds. That’s the obvious conclusion, the simple answer. But the truth is, it’s a bit more circuitous and complex than you might think.
Michelle PettiesPublished 12 months ago in FamiliesSolving the World's Problems.
When I was 11 years old, my grandparents took me in and raised me from there on out. My mother was on the crack pipe, my dad was in and out of jail, and my sister wasn't far behind them. I knew I had two choices to make: to get in line or become a leader.
Stephanie WoldPublished 12 months ago in Families