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Mothers Letters
LETTER 1 I’m the lady with the dead baby. It’s okay, I’m allowed to be so blunt because it’s my truth. The truth I live with every single day. I am the lady whose baby died. One day my baby was living and the next day he was gone. That is what happened. It doesn’t offend me if you acknowledge this. It’s actually nice someone takes an interest.
By someone special5 years ago in Families
How To Manifest A Partner
I’ve always heard about people who believed the Universe (or God or something out there) would take care of them, but I never had that kind of faith. I grew up in the Church, but my father always said: “God takes care of the big picture. It’s your job to take care of the details.”
By Tree Langdon5 years ago in Families
Sweet Winter
Morning “Mrs. Baxter?” The young woman knocked softly on the screen door. “May I come in?” Cora Baxter, who had been snoozing lightly in the warm sunlight filtering in through the living room window, took her time to get up from her chair by the heat register and walked slowly to the front door. The hardwood floors creaked under the weight of her shuffle. As she approached the front door, she had to squint her eyes to try to discern her afternoon visitor.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Families
Living With A Narcissist
When my dad died when I was 7, my cousin who was 30 years old at the time had gotten custody of my brother and me. At first everything was fine and going well. Then by the time I turned 12, everything changed. I was grounded for absolutely everything. At that time it was just me lying about little things. As the years progressed, the things I had gotten grounded for got ridiculous. If something wasn’t cleaned right or done right, I was grounded. If I had a small pile of clothes that weren’t in the dirty clothes basket, I was grounded, and my room was searched. My brother and I had shared a room for a couple years before my cousin’s oldest son had moved out and my brother had moved into the other room with my cousin’s youngest, but once her oldest moved out and my brother moved into the same room as her youngest, let me just say if that other bed in my room wasn’t clean and strictly just have extra blankets, pillows and sheets on it, I was grounded and my whole room was searched. She would purposely find every reason to ground me and yell at me. If I didn’t get grounded for a whole week, she would go through my room while I was at school and once I got home, I was yelled at and grounded.
By Patricia Meredith5 years ago in Families
Baby's Daddy
I remember the first time we met. You were at my brother Tony's jouse in Spring Valley with your brother Herold. I went to my brothers house that day to do my laundry. You were in the garage sitting with my brother drinking a beer and I think smoking weed but I could be wrong about that. You flirted a little. I didn’t think anything about it. Later after I got home Tony called me and said “You know Bobby and Herold that were at my place? They both think your pretty. Which one can I give your number to”. I giggled and asked what they said “Herold said you have big boobs and Bob asked if her could have your number”. I told Tony to grant Bobby’s request. It took you a few days but he called me. He asked me out on a date. At the time I had a 3 year old son and was a single mom. I told him I’d have to find a sitter so he offered to come to my house and bring dinner “you like pizza don’t you”. I said yes I do but my hips seemed to like it more. Lol.
By Deanna Straup5 years ago in Families
Best Thing in My Life
“Who is this.” I asked my mom as I stared up at a very tall stranger. He had short dirty brown buzz cut hair and these magnificent green eyes. They almost looked like emeralds when you looked at them in the sunlight. He had on a brown button up coat with a black hood in the back. Along with blue jeans that had rips in them, and parts had faded so much that they looked white rather than blue. He was wearing some black running shoes that looked worn down. His face was very sharp and clean cut with no facial hair along with cherry red lips that was complemented by his small nose. His ivory skin glistened in the sunlight. I only reached up to his belly button because of how tall he was. Who are all these people? Everyone around me is very tall and white they all look the same except him. “Who is he.” I'm asking my mom at five years old, very curious about all the people around the fire that the men had made. In front of the little chop shop on the big space of land that these people owned I stare at the boy that is not like anyone I see.
By Kimberly Diehl5 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving 2020
Let’s just take a minute to appreciate and be thankful for being alive and well today. Take a few seconds to just sit and be. Don't let your thoughts overwhelm you. Just meditate on something nice and pleasant. Truly be grateful and recognize you are okay. You are more than okay. Take more time in your day to just be more thankful, humble and patient. You are so lucky to be alive! Go say hello to your neighbor, be kind and help an elderly person or just have a conversation with a stranger.
By Olga Melman5 years ago in Families
Simplicity of the Old Days
Do you miss the days of simplicity? I step back sometimes and look at just how much the times have changed. Being a 70's baby I remember what I call the "good times". I think back to when there wasn't no where near as much crime, families gathered on Sundays and holidays for dinners, there were still such things as family reunions. Children could be found outside riding bikes or exploring nature instead of sitting cooped up in the house with a video game controller or a smartphone in their hands. Mothers were in the kitchen shelling beans, standing over the stove, and sharing stories about their families. Fathers were sitting under a shade tree playing cards, throwing horseshoes, smoking their favorite pipes or cigars, and jokingly complaining about work or their wives.
By Mandy Mauldin5 years ago in Families
My childhood imagination
When I was younger and I’m talking primary school age so up till about ten years old. I used to pretend my fingers were people they all had their own little back stories and lives. I used to use barbie clothes and toilet roll to make little outfits for them, mainly just pinkie she was my favourite. I’m going to explain their little lives and relationships with each other, it’s pretty weird but it created hours of fun.
By collette_235 years ago in Families
