family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Ew Kids
Dear Family, Friends, People of the World, For as long as I have known, you have been asking me, "When are you going to have kids?" I want to finally give you the answer you truley deserve in this well thought out letter.
Christina McClarrenPublished 3 years ago in VivaMOLESKINE
Sitting in a dimly lit Gerardi’s Café was none other than Christine LaForte. She appeared to be a confident, sprightly young woman in her mid-forties. She was looking at the painting of a coastal town somewhere in Southern Italy.
Small Black Notebook
Genni sat patiently in a chair outside of the office. She fiddled with the newspaper clipping in her hand. Just yesterday she had found out about this job. It was peculiar to say the least: “Reward for Joy-Bringer”. The details beneath the headline requested anyone up to the challenge of bringing a smile to the face of dear Mrs. Puttnam, a handicapped woman living at the estate. Her son, Hamish, was the owner of several successful companies. He published the article in hopes that someone would be able to bring a speck of joy into his mother’s life. For several years, she had appeared miserable. Each day she would sit in her wheelchair, overlooking the green lawns with a far-off gaze from her window. Servers would set her meals on a nearby table throughout the day, but they remained hardly touched. Despite her inability to form words, she was unafraid to show her disapproval with a firm shake of her head and a scowl. The door opened and a voice called, “Miss Genevieve?” The young woman stood and dusted down her skirt. Her flats echoed on the wooden floor of the empty halls. A lady in a dress suit gestured to a plush couch, the room in itself grand and luxurious. “Please, have a seat.” They shook hands over a glass coffee table before sitting down.
Candice GoolsbyPublished 3 years ago in VivaInheritance
“Knock, knock.” Any other time, Greg’s off-handed attempts at humor I might welcome, but after the news report I was listening to, I was not in the mood. Yet, I humored him. I muted the television. “Who’s there?”
Savannah LangdonPublished 3 years ago in VivaLittle Black Book
The little black book The summer was always a good thing to Ranus, it reminded him of the city back home before he decided to living in a jungle would be cheaper... and besides he doesn’t even know where his family is. He was adopted by this pretty old couple since birth and they’ve only made it to 11years of being his parents. He was now alone , living on his own while trying to understand the meaning of nature. He studied the trees , the gorrilas, and the wood peckers that picked at the tree. HIs favorite bird was the bluejay. While studying birds and animals he noticed that bluejays were determined and such sweet creatures.He made that his favorite way to end the day. Year and years went by as his journals filled up more and more. He always reached in his sack to look at his parents knowing they would be so proud of him for making it this far. For every animal reminded him of how strong humans were actually built to be.
Jasmine StewartPublished 3 years ago in VivaFine China
It wasn’t that dying was out of the question. It was just that her demise was always conveniently in the ever-advancing future, and envisioned by me as being under much less dramatic circumstances.
L.J. NeweyPublished 3 years ago in VivaReparations
She stared at the envelope, her eyes going in and out of focus. She knew what was inside; knew what the letter said. She’d seen them before. Saw her own, saw her husband’s, both of which were locked up safe here at home. It had been suggested they keep them in a safe deposit box at the bank but that was simply laughable.
Monica CablePublished 3 years ago in VivaTips for girls/females to tackle sexual harassment by a relative
In order to understand this, let's start with a real life story. I was in a relationship with my ex-girlfriend for 3 long years.
Aryan KapoorPublished 3 years ago in VivaBrain and Gut
This is not a story about gut health affecting mental health, though I can see where the title might suggest that. No, this is a story about Covid - not actually having it, but simply existing in the world we have lived in for the past elevenish months - and the number it does on your mental health. Now, in fairness, there has been a lot going on in addition to Covid-19 in the past year, especially in the US (I'm in the slightly saner Washington), but none of them caused me to have the almost visceral reaction I had this morning.
Jenn KirklandPublished 3 years ago in VivaCuriosity and the Little Black Dress
Katie watched wide-eyed as her older sister Natalie got ready for a date with an older man, Paul, whom she had been dating for a while. Being only 12 years old, anything her 24 year old sister did was mesmerizing...even the simple act of putting on mascara in the washroom while wearing nothing but her black lace bra and silky black half slip.
Carol SimonPublished 3 years ago in VivaThe Story I've Told a Thousand Times
I was ten years old when it all started. He was ten years older than me, so, that made him twenty. I was young and did not understand the severity of it all until I was older. It started off small and I never wanted to be near him. From the moment we met I knew something was not right with him. I wish I would have listened to that gut feeling. It had never been wrong before so why did I ignore it this time?
There Is A Woman
There is a woman whose story I must tell. Her name will remain unknown, her place in time will surely show itself as her story progresses. In her life there have been many challenges, fears, woes, and much strife. She has experienced many hurts and harmful times, yet in her heart she sees herself as fearless and free.
Lauren GaylPublished 3 years ago in Viva