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Lil' Paper Crane. Third Place in Tattoo Tale Challenge .
The Idea's Origin It's a frosty February morning in 2017 when Mom calls. Normally, it's to tell me about her day -- a friend she runs into, something funny the cat's done, a waterfall on a new trail -- sweet little things, sure, but a dime a dozen, and things I usually brush off. More often than I'd like to admit, I don't pick up because I'm on my way somewhere. But in this rare moment, I've paused, so I answer. I'm glad I do, because she's probably on the other end thinking Please. Please pick up. It's not a waterfall this time.
By Taryn Roo Yoneda5 years ago in Families
LIFE CHAPTER #1-19-02253
LIFE CHAPTER #1-19-02253 "THE SECRET OF HAPYEE" CHAPTER 1 I lay there for another hour or so, in her bed remembering her little feet running through my Grandma’s house singing, “You are my suuunshiiiine, my only suuunshiiiine…,” always screeching just a bit when she got to the happy part in the next verse. Her little 8 year old, then tongue tied, tongue turned happy into hapyee, more often than not. “You make me HaaPyEEE when skies are graaayy….” Maybe how she never stopped smiling and never stayed still, played into why her little innocently optimistic self also never cared about the trickiness of that note...or the trickiness of happiness itself.
By L.S. Diamond5 years ago in Families
My Second Mum
I wrote this a few years back. During a very tough time in my life. Things at home were bad, at university was getting to me. I've always wanted this woman to be my mum. Ever since I was little. But as I got older, I wanted it more. I wanted to have someone to talk to, like most mothers and daughters do. I wanted to be close to the influential woman in my life. I wanted to learn from her and grow up to be like her.
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Families
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Tattoos are considered different things around the world. In some cultures, they are treated as symbols of status or standing, symbols of wisdom or enlightenment. They are seen as an art form, a tool of self-expression or sometimes, a simple fashion statement. In others, they are perceived as taboo, unholy, barbaric, or plain tacky. They are thought of as symbols that identify criminals, deviants, sinners or “bad” people of all kinds. My home town is (was?) one of those places…
By monse cordero5 years ago in Families
Diversity. Equality. Inclusion. (In a Children's Setting)
Diversity - Different types of people being included in something; a range of different things or people Equality - The right of different groups of people to have a similar social position and receive the same treatment
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Families
How To Make Motherhood Duties Easier
Let's just be honest. There are certain duties that go hand in hand with motherhood that are not exactly filled with sunshine and candy. There will always be times of cleanup that are tricky and gross, but at the end of the day, your kids are totally worth it.
By Mia Morales5 years ago in Families
MY GREAT PARENTS
It was long ago my parents met while Ice skating. My mom fell and my dad went to help her get up from the cold Ice! From then on it was a love story of great proportions! Six months later they married, and then I was born into their world. When I was born my dad was the best man at his brother's wedding and my mom was in the hospital. At the wedding, everyone congratulated my dad. He told them he had a baby girl and his wife was at the hospital. When the wedding was over he went home and went to sleep.
By rose m lewis5 years ago in Families
Climb Ev'ry Mountain
There will always be a handful of movies that automatically makes me think of my grandmother: Annie, The Wizard of Oz and The Sound of Music. These movies, all musicals coincidentally, form the soundtrack of my childhood. Days spent making applesauce, tending to my terrarium, untangling necklaces that had knotted together in my jewelry box—all this activity under the patient guidance of my Grams, accompanied by the music and lyrics of Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, Harold Arlen, Yip Harburg, and of course, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein.
By Erin Maynard5 years ago in Families
Too Free to Fly
On March, 27, 2013 I got my first tattoo in Buenos Aires, Argentina. It was college senior year. For spring break, I flew to to that perfect city with two of my closest friends, Gabriella and Sarah. For seven days we danced the streets, took photographs, sipped coffee in charming cafes, moseyed around art museums, and drank wine until 4:00 am. This was my first time out of the country and I fell in love with the feeling only traveling to a new country can give you...freedom. I thought about this feeling most of the week and how I didn't want to lose it. Buenos Aires made me feel like a bird with endless opportunities to fly.
By Lauren Snyder5 years ago in Families
Humming birds and daffodils
I got my first tattoo when I was fourteen years old. I had my fathers name written in scripture on my neck in a friends basement. “Tony” was always going to be my first- ever since I had thought about tattoos- ever since I experienced pain. I decided to put it on my neck because he is always in between my heart and my head.
By Katryna Rose5 years ago in Families
