children

Children: Our most valuable natural resource.

I Love You, Let's Eat!
Over the years, I've certainly turned eating into an art form, so why not cooking? It's not my fault, I come by it naturally. From as far back as I can remember, food has been a form of creative expression, a solace and a demonstration of love. And it goes back way further than that. I come from a long line of food lovers; a long line of ancient foodies before "foodie" was even a word.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Families
The Tired Turtle.
Remembering back to my childhood I remember my Mother and Nana reading me bedtime stories, mostly old Irish ones. As my mothers side, and of course half of me is from Ireland. When my mother took me at the age of 4, and ran away from my Overbearing and from what iv gathered, abusive Birth father from Syria. She took me from place to place, and from school to school. Changing my name and taking extra caution was the norm for us, as my Birth father was trying to find us, and there was a constant threat of me being taken.
By Joe balme5 years ago in Families
A Ritual Worth Repeating
My wife and I have been blessed with six children. The oldest three no longer care about the nighttime ritual of bedtime stories, but my three youngest struggle falling asleep without being read a book or told a well-loved fairy tale. If sharing a book, my daughters enjoy Dr. Seuss, Berenstain Bears, and anything Mathilda. And when telling fairy tales, the girls usually choose one of the following: Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood or Jack and the Beanstalk. My kids love stories! And I do as well...
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Families
I miss you, Peter
When I was little I loved the book Peter Pan by JM Barrie. I still have it to this day, even though the cover is ripped off and it’s falling apart.
By Emerald Greene5 years ago in Families
Spatulatta Reboot
I won a James Beard Award for my passion, empowering kids and teaching them self-reliance them through cooking. Spatulata.com began with a few doodles on a piece of butcher paper.
By Gaylon Emerzian5 years ago in Families
Our Favorite Fairytales
When my brother and I were little my mother had this huge book of fairytales. Out of all of the stories, our favorite one was Rumpelstiltskin. As children it didn’t seem like other fairytales.
By Jazmine Ramzy5 years ago in Families
Monster and Arianna
Arianna was having a very bad day, she felt very yucky but did not know why. She was only 6 months after all, she knew a lot but not everything. She kept trying to tell her teacher that she felt yucky, but her teacher thought she just didn't get enough sleep, or did not like the toys or something else. Everything except for the fact she felt yucky.
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Families
The Secret
The heart shaped locket dangled between my fingers. I held it up against the sunlight. It seemed to surpass sentimental value so I placed it delicately into it’s black silk bag. I hoped any displacement would go unnoticed.
By Oandhi Brown5 years ago in Families
How the Unicorn Got Its Horn
There once was a unicorn named Sprinkles, who lived in a magical forest called 'Rainbow Woods'. Sprinkles' home was a shimmering crystal cave which was hidden behind a beautiful waterfall.
By Rachel Whitney-Fox5 years ago in Families
The Donkey and Her Girl
The Donkey and her Girl She came from up north, Bolagatanga. Dad saw her wandering with her mother, and bought her to bring home in the landrover. He got in late, covered in red dust, and left her in the back of the car until morning. We knew, and prowled around at first light, peering in the windows until she cried out in her big lonely voice. We were trying not to wake our exhausted father, but he couldn’t sleep through that. Besides, he didn’t want any more urine in the car. So he got up, opened the dusty back door and half lifted out this young, frightened grey donkey, to whom I became passionately attached, immediately. Warding off the attentions of the younger children, putting a rope collar around her neck, and running to fetch a bucket of water, we named her Susannah, and started the long journey of learning to care for a member of the equine race.
By carrie gaskin5 years ago in Families
My Favorite Bedtime Story Ever: "Lucky Maurice"
I waited for each night like it was a mini-Christmas. That was the excitment for a new edition of our favorite story. But this is a story you've never heard. There were no books, cartoons, or films about it. I didn't even know anyone else who knew it.
By James Logie5 years ago in Families
Toob & Rooney
The Dinosaur Ruby might have been a little girl, but she was a great adventurer. Every morning in the summer she put on her lucky baseball cap, strapped on her backpack and went straight to the woods behind her house.
By Morden Grey5 years ago in Families