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Growing Up
My name is Ussainato Marie, I was born on 06/04/1992 the day I came into this world I always knew I was a daddy's girl. My dad would spend a lot of time with me. When he comes home late from work I would hear the keys jiggle in door and I would stand up at my crib and wait for him to come get me out the crib. 2 years later I turned 2 years old and my sister Nisha was born on 06/27/1994 my dad left my mom for another woman.
By Marie Mendes Djalo6 years ago in Families
Part 1/3: Lost my virginity at 6 years old & Danny DeVito is a douche.
Growing up, the VCR (the ancient edition of what you now known as the DVR) was a holy and sacred black box in an otherwise unreligious household. My parents are both Jews, but we were far from religious. Other than the actual family gatherings that took place a county over at my aunt and uncles’ home on Long Island, which was about the extent of our religious background. Those stopped when I was 10 but we'll get into that later. The VCR was so vitally important for one reason, and one reason only - General Hospital.
By JaimeTheJew6 years ago in Families
Lyla
Millie dragged her feet home from her interview and her last paycheck she picked up earlier. The balls of her feet ached from her heels that barely had platforms in them; she thought her feet would scream at any moment. She was better off walking on the concrete barefoot. Her paycheck was only enough to cover the last portion of her rent already due and one more month. Not to mention, her daughter’s school tuition for the new year would be due by the end of the summer. “Maybe that could buy me some time,” she thought. “She’s not going to that nasty-ass public school; she’s not gonna get what she needs”, she murmured. Then again, maybe she’d make better friends? Maybe she won’t get laughed at? Millie could not be certain. She adored Lyla’s teacher. Her teacher persistently gave Lyla extra individualized attention after school. After all, Mrs. Englewood was the first to suggest purchasing decoding books and a measuring ruler to help Lyla read along properly, which became the Holy Grail.
By JB6 years ago in Families
Cinnamon Hearts by the Vedder
Cinnamon Hearts by the Vedder I sat with granddad on the edge of the Vedder River in Chilliwack, our fishing rods dangled in water moving by with a slow measured pace on a hot summer day. We hadn’t a bite on our lines yet, but one of the first things I learned about fishing from Gramps was that it didn’t matter if you never caught anything. "That wasn't the point," he’d say.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Families
Trying to Make a Baby? Tips for Men Looking to Become Fathers
For many men, becoming a father is an important life goal. After all, you've probably been raised well by a mother and father of your own, and the opportunity to continue your legacy and your lineage by creating a new life with your partner is a thrilling and meaningful opportunity.
By Casey Chesterfield6 years ago in Families
Self-Care Day For Kids Needs To Be A Priority
Self-Care Day For Kids Needs To Be A Priority 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
Daisies in the Meadow
Daisies always were Mama’s favorite flower. Jessica Harper, a petite, dark-haired vision, gave birth to two children in her lifetime and got to raise them on her own.
By Hannah Pugh6 years ago in Families
ME AND MOM
Anyone that is a care giver for a parent will feel my pain. I am staying with my mom, who is elderly. I understand now why I was never spoiled, I couldn't be...she is. She is so picky about everything. I love my mom dearly do not mis-understand me.
By Rhonda Davis Greene6 years ago in Families
0- 1 years
Developmental milestones are called skills such as taking a first move, laughing for the first time, and waving "bye-bye". Developmental milestones are stuff most kids should be able to do by some point. Children hit milestones in their playing, studying, communicating, behaving and running (like crawling, walking or jumping).
By Leanne Radcliffe 6 years ago in Families
12 Types of Fathers
There are at least twelve types of fathers who are celebrated on Father's Day on the third Sunday in June every year. Perhaps you are familiar with some or all of them.
By Margaret Minnicks6 years ago in Families
why didn' t they teach me that
You called that struggle, I call that teaching your kids how to hustle. Why didn’t they teach you that? I think most of our parents failed to teach us how to be a grown up, other methods to be successful without working a 9 to 5 job, how to keep a relationship healthy and so on…
By Magdaline Victor6 years ago in Families
Dad’s Secret Place
My Dad is an African American, born in the 1940s. He and his family were poor and lived on a farm. They would grow and pick everything from cotton to corn and work from sun up to sun down. It was a lot of hard work but it taught my father so many things. Discipline was his middle name. During this time, even though as a kid he wanted to do things that kids do, he had to work to live, to survive, to breathe. It was unlawful for him and many others that looked like him to attend certain places because of segregation and racism infiltrated into the laws of that time. Church and school were places that education and freedom could coexist for little brown bits and girls. My Dad would tell us he was never book smart, but he loved to work with his hands. He would tear things apart only to rebuild. He would continue to do this until he helped build his first house at the age of 17. From that point, his hands were his saving grace. He then began the journey as a carpenter and electrician, building houses for many in and out of the community. Whenever there was something to be fixed, my Dad was that guy. Then there was the call. The call to serve in the United States Army. He was called to serve in the scariest and uncertain of times. My father answered the call. He became a United States soldier and fought in the Vietnam War. He served his country proudly. He would always tell his girls, I don’t ever want you to join the military. My older sister is a hot head and of course she grew up and joined. Back to ny Dad, he fought for his country and was awarded a purple Medal of Honor for his bravery. When we would ask questions about what it was like over there, he would tell us about meeting Bob Hope when he was in the hospital and how he had plenty of rice. He would deliver the mail on the bases over there. He would share what it was like to jump out of a plane. He would tell us how important it was for us to learn a skill and use our hands along with getting an education. As I look outside and see my father in his garden, I smile because he was right. The wisdom he shared I will never forget.
By Drea Doc6 years ago in Families