children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
How I Rise
How I Rise Nearly every morning is the same, dull, dreadful and a pain to rise from the behind the covers. Though lately I have been getting myself up eagerly awaiting my day. Turning on the lights at 0500 and I feel like coffee will not due, just because I drink it every day without delay. I walk the baren hallway and dodge the A/C grate in the center. My wooden floors cool against my black comfy socks, I wake my son for school. He slept in the living room on the new extremely comfortable furniture we just recently received from Farmers Furniture.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Families
To Layla
To my daughter, you were brought into the world when I didn't want to live. You were brought into this world with parents who were so screwed up that they couldn't even tell what was right or wrong. Being born into a family, that was torn apart as it was with other family as toxic as they could be, being born to a broken mother who in all reality wasn't sure if she wanted you, you pulled through. You were strength personified, you were the light manifested in a tiny human body, you were hope itself.
By Sharon Marie5 years ago in Families
Strong!
Dear Kilee, I hope you are well. I want to tell you something that I think you are not aware of; sometime in the near future great things are going to start happening for you. You see, from the time you were born you have always accomplished whatever task, goal, or milestone was set before for you ahead of schedule. Even as a child you moved with purpose, both quickly and correctly. This is something that tons of adults still haven’t mastered. Your great things are coming because you are the strongest young women I know.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Families
Dear Daughter
Dear Daughter, You have always been the strong one, between us. Even in my womb, the idea of you gave me strength when, at twenty, I was unmarried, in the military, and halfway around the world from my family. I knew what people would think. What my family would think. What my friends would think.
By Hope Ashby5 years ago in Families
THE MAGIC FLUTE
The flute player Once upon a time there lived in the city of Venice in Italy a flute player who played the flute every day for a living, except on weekends. He also used his flute to ask her to build a house to live there. His flute had magical powers too. It was enough for Nicolas to say: "Magic flute, magic flute, build me a house" and the flute made him appear a house of normal size for him to live there. Too bad his flute couldn't give him food to eat. His flute had no magical power over food. Everyone who came to him most of the time to listen to him liked his music. He played well and his music was nice to hear. He received a lot of plays from people who listened to his music. The flute he owned was magic.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Natalie’s Daughter
As we stood in line waiting to place our few items on the till, I felt relieved that the weekend was almost over. It had been a busy one and my best friend Natalie and I had been involved in another friend’s wedding. We had just collected her daughter from her father’s place where she had spent the night. We had to grab a few much needed items at the grocery store on the way home so that she could make lunch for her daughter for daycare that week. Natalie and I didn’t often get to spend a whole weekend together, but we enjoyed every moment of it. Her daughter was only 4 and it was much easier to let her father have her for the night than for us to try and keep her entertained at the wedding. He wasn’t always involved or willing to spend time with her, so when he agreed the month before to have her overnight for this weekend, we were glad. He wasn’t a bad father, he just had other priorities and wasn’t always conventional in the way he did things. He called his daughter names but with loving emotion to the way he said it. Making “Booger face” or something like it, seem affectionate and normal. The poor kid had no idea what she was really being called. She knew she was loved and when he made the time for her, she had fun at least.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Families
