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Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan?
Why Don’t I Have Friends Like Susan? Kristyn Meyer is on a journey to make herself the best human that she can be. These posts are a reflection of that. She welcomes your support via reading and through commissioned affiliate links within her posts! To stay up to date on all of her shenanigans, please subscribe to her email list! (psst…there’s a free gift involved)
By Kristyn Meyer6 years ago in Families
Juts Kids!
That's what it was! Juts KIDS! I said to myself, "this is going to be easy, right". To be honest getting to work with kids for me wasn't very hard. For some kind of reason I found myself connected to it. But it will be better if i share with you how i get there.
By Hernán Arteaga6 years ago in Families
"Growing up in Paradise"
Growing up in Samoa, was a simple, beautiful yet poor life. Go to church every Sunday then followed by bible study sessions which is, I highly doubt you can get out of as it is compulsory within the church as it is to culture. I always had two mates that would pick me up from my house and we'd go together, and I'd never take my siblings because they would always be too much trouble which I regret now because I was harsh on them, not all the time but sometimes. They were little kids, they were too much to handle for me aha. Go to school and repeat, do the work as well as do the teachers lunch chores every time the lunch bell rings. Afterwards we clean up, wash the dishes after school. But it always depends on who the teachers pick, which was sadly always me and my friends. Our principal had a habit of picking on me and my mates and always unavoidable. On our way home after school, its a task to drop of our teachers school work as they stay behind school. We get home, do our chores and repeat the whole cycle but fun was never a problem. That's why our childhood was fun and added with a little bitterness. And after that I would walk to our uncle's shop and come back with groceries and leaving him with a big tap hehe,but it was OK because he was our family.
By Hope Oldehaver Tuia6 years ago in Families
Numb
After this weekend, I realize that while my heart cries out and my tears fall, I still am in disbelief that my Joey is gone. Memories, like the one above will never be made again....that, doesn't compute in my brain. As much as I KNOW these times are gone, my brain still refuses to accept it. Someone who recently lost their child asked me if the numbness is "normal?" Normal....what exactly is that? We wonder if we are grieving correctly... what is the "proper" way to grieve?
By Kathleen Elizabeth Comfort-Steinbaecher6 years ago in Families
Death
A Death: On March 18, 2020 I lost someone very important to me. My grandmother who was one of the most important women in my life. She was an amazing woman who helped raise me. She was kind and always thought of others. Whenever we needed something she would be the first person in line to help. She had various health complications.
By Jay Cintron6 years ago in Families
The Prince of the South
THE PRINCE OF THE SOUTH Growing up, I came from an intact family in a small southern town. I grew up privileged. I grew up in a big pretty house. My parents never divorced. Everyone in my family was highly educated. I thought that was the norm. I did not realize until I became an adult how rare my family structure was. I had a charmed upbringing because of my dad's rich heritage. There will never be another man like my dad for many reasons. Men like my dad are very rare. Why? Because my dad was the Prince of the South.
By Gwen Walton6 years ago in Families
Déjà Maybe
T-tops off, wind blowing, locs flowing, Marley playing, herb burning—I was flying. The thing about my family is we weren’t religious, meaning we didn’t subscribe to any dogma. I’m sure this has a lot to do with my mother being the person she has always been. A strong willed woman who was raised in a very religious, country household in the Jim Crow south; Zuni, Virginia to be specific. After living through segregation, integration, and being a so-called “black” wombman (as she often spelled woman), in this “land of our foremothers” (as she often called America), she at some point decided to unsubscribe to the traditions that had been blindly handed down for generations. It was probably some time during her enrollment at one of the local HBCU’s where the seed of curiosity began to sprout into the fully blossomed thirst for research. I mean, dad is smart, but mom is constantly learning in an attempt to find the universal truth that connects all, at least that’s my interpretation of how she tries to define her affinity. The best part is that she also instilled it in me, it’s even rubbed off on dad. For example, since my mom has been attesting to the power of words and etymology, and learning new languages like Hebrew, Arabic, and Kiswahili, dad did his due diligence and informed everyone that in Kiswahili, zuni is the root word for sad. Most people would see this as mere coincidence, however we don’t believe in such a thing. Everything is connected, we call it synchronicity. Now, I’m not saying that my mom had a sad childhood or that Zuni was a sad place. As dad puts it, “you don’t know you’re missing something if don’t first know that it exists.”
By Cameron Marquis6 years ago in Families
Déjà Maybe
“You see, the crazy thing about real love is,” dad randomly lectured on as he always does, “even though there are many ‘definitions’ of the word; philosophers, poets, and artists of all forms have all tried to describe or portray their perspective of what love may be. And that’s the beauty of art! But love is indescribable, and that’s the beauty of love!!”
By Cameron Marquis6 years ago in Families
