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Society,please stop bully!
It was a day in the month of June in 2010 when people have many things to decide before part-time to the summer, as the majority of people describe this time of the year decisive : Exams, finals, end seasons.
By Amine Mejri6 years ago in Families
Pregnancy During A Pandemic.
I found out I was pregnant September 20th of 2019. Having just miscarried in March I was shocked. I was scared and any other negative emotion you could put into formation. I was suppose to give birth on September 27th 2019 so finding out just 7 days before then that I was in fact pregnant again TERRIFIED me.
By Alyssa Holley6 years ago in Families
My Continental Family
"Are you surviving or thriving?" Sid Garza-Hillman wanted me to ask you. FRIDAY APRIL 11, 2020 Early this morning I had quite the vivid dream, that I was in my own bed spooning an actor. While the body type felt very familiar, I still had no idea who was behind me. Now, I worked in television for seven years, and theater for 20, so over the course of my career, and this may have actually happened ahem ahem ahem a few times. The man gets out of bed, stands up, and watches me. I roll over and see that it's Jay. Have I been caught?! Did I think I had sex with someone else the night before? A high school friend of mine shows up, who is now a doctor at Stony Brook Hospital. Maybe she's there to rescue me from this predicament. I ask her to go to my mom's house to get my keys. When she gets there, she has to crawl through a window to get them, because the house is empty and vacant. But she gets my keys, and brings them back to me.
By Karen Lichtman6 years ago in Families
A Mother's Soul
It wasn't until after my mother's passing that I realized she was, indeed, the most influential woman in my life. In hindsight, her story is why I decided to commit my life to telling my own story and helping other people tell theirs.
By Joylynn Ross6 years ago in Families
My Girl
Sixteen and a half years ago I gave birth to a tiny baby girl. This baby had wreaked havoc on my body just to bring her into the world, and when she arrived I had no idea what just happened. I had a lot of medical issues giving birth to her and though she should have been a c-section delivery, that just wasn't in the cards and my body paid the price.
By Aniu McPherson6 years ago in Families
Got Eggs? Plastic Eggs?
Well It's here . April 12th is creeping upon on us. With the world in a bit of a tailspin from the COVID-19 outbreak I'm sure many people are saddened by cancelled plans and the inability to spend the upcoming holiday with family. For families with young kids this has put parents into a new position of having to try and keep up with the holiday and make it special for our kid's as we have the years previous. For myself and a friend of mine our youngests kid's birthdays fall on the 12th as well. So this year there is extra fun happening.
By Misha Alsleben6 years ago in Families
3 Tips to Teach Your child How to Read
By: ChildrenLearningReading.com Learning to read at a young age is important for the development of the child. It helps them develop a better understand of their surroundings, allows them to gather information from printed materials, and provides them with a wonderful source of entertainment when they read stories and rhymes. Children develop at different rates, and some children will develop reading skills quicker than other children; however, what's important is that as the parent, you are keenly aware of your child's maturity and reading level to provide them with appropriate books and activities to help them improve.
By kingkart6 years ago in Families
Losing a parent
You would think that because we have parents, no matter how many times they say that they would be in our lives and will always be with us. You would think that because they’re always around throughout your childhood, they were invincible and they wouldn’t die. I was one of those kids who thought parents would be with you forever physically until that one fateful night. It was like any other typical night : watching tv with a sibling. However my mom and step father were out the whole day so I was wondering when they were coming home so I went downstairs to look at the window to see if anything or anyone was outside. On the other side of that glass and the screen door was my mom, pacing slowly back and forth while my step father was on the side of the front door quietly until I opened the door to see what’s wrong. That’s when he puts his hand on my shoulder and said “I’m sorry, Rod.” Me, looking confused, was wondering what is he saying sorry to me for. So I walked further down the walkway to my mom and I could hear her sniffling as her hands were covering her mouth and nose. I asked her what was wrong and she said sorry to me as well so I’m even more confused as into why they’re both saying sorry to me as if they did something wrong. That’s when Mom told me that my father had passed away a couple days before I was supposed to be with him for the weekend during my second week as a freshman in high school. I couldn’t really grasp the concept what I just heard so I went back to the porch, sat down and looked at the ground. Then my little sister came outside and asked what was wrong. They broke the news to her and she started crying. This was around 10 o’clock at night on a Thursday night. We’re all outside, me still in shock, my mom and little sister are crying and my step father trying to comfort us. Our neighbors next door heard them crying so they came out and was wondering what was wrong and they told them what happened. My father’s girlfriend at the time, found him in bed but he wasn’t breathing and later found out that he died due to internal bleeding also my belief of parents being invincible. I haven’t shed any tears until after the funeral and seeing him for the last time. The next time I did shed tears was during an assignment in drama class where it had something to do with our parents I think and I didn’t want to participate. My fists were balled up and tears began to roll down my face and some of my classmates asked me what was wrong though I didn’t say anything until the teacher came over, noticed the tears on my face and asked what was wrong. I told her about my father and she told me to go see the counselor we had in school. I told her what happened and how I felt so then she told me that she’s putting a group together of those who lost a parent or both so we can cope with their passing. I was the only boy in the group and the rest were female but in different grades. It went on for about a year or so until the group was no more and I got better. I understood that thinking about my father so much would affect me as a person and around others so I continued life on a normal track. I do think about him every year he passed away and on his birthday. The next time I shed tears was when after Graduating high school And enlisting in the army. I finished basic training and was about to graduate from Ft.Lee, Virginia. Three accomplishments within 5 months but it wasn’t the same without him. After that, I haven’t been able to shed tears as I kept hearing about people close to me passing away. Hearing about them hurts but it made me numb to the point that I cant cry as easily.
By Rodrick Turner 6 years ago in Families
Everyday Heroes
Dear Mom, They say the people closest to you always take you for granted. I know that sometimes I do, its because no matter what I know you are always there to pick up the pieces for me. Today, I have realized that by you living your life, you have modelled a pathway for me to live mine. I can never take that for granted because I finally realized that everything I am and everything I embody is you, mom.
By Nerissa6 years ago in Families
Why Are Women Still The Primary Caregivers?
Parenting is not rocket science. When you have a newborn their basic needs are to be fed, cleaned, changed, clothed, and entertained. For this book we will call it the Five E's. As long as those needs are met your baby will grow and develop.
By Bella Rose6 years ago in Families
The Bayou and the Clutter, pt. III/IV
Chapter 3: Grow up. Ten thousand police officers swarmed over the house, at least that is what it seemed like. Iliana knew what had happened before she even got out of the car. Her father was the proud owner of many guns, and with how unpredictable his temper was, the details of what happened were unclear, but Iliana could see in her mind his body, as if looking at a scarecrow in dense fog. She approached one of the officers, and the air was buzzing with the beating of twenty thousand little wings.
By Charlie Sourire6 years ago in Families
Women who inspire
Women inspiring women is such a powerful thing isn’t it? From parenting to sex work; women are always inspiring other women, breastfed to bottle fed to sharing other women’s business pages on social media to visiting sex workers at their workplace and tipping them; everyday I see posts about how inspiring it is to be a woman.
By Savannah6 years ago in Families