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Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
My Dearest 2020 Baby
My Dearest 2020 Baby, I remember it well. I was sitting in a restaurant with your Dad, Oompa and Grammie, eagerly waiting to ring in the year 2020. It was New Year’s Eve and I was about three months pregnant with you. We had just announced you to the world a few weeks ago, and the new year held so much promise. We were so excited for what 2020 would bring to our family. It was going to bring you, my love, into our lives, and we couldn’t wait!
By Elsie Regina5 years ago in Families
I Know What I Want
I Know What I Want By Robert W. F. Taylor I’ll always remember October 11. It was the day I saw the boy I am going to marry when I get older. Now you may think it’s funny that I can be quite so definite about this but it’s not such a problem. See, I am twelve years old already. I’m pretty advanced and mature for my age. At least that’s what my grandfather says – and I believe him. Compared to other twelve-year-old girls, well let’s just say they eat my dust.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Families
Untitled in C Minor
When I was seven, and my younger brother was two, we lived on the ground floor of the apartment complex, where a formidable screen and glass door was our best defense against flying cockroaches, red fire ants, rat snakes, and worst of them all, fluffy yellow ducklings from the pond a few skips away from the edge of our porch that you desperately wanted to keep as pets, but that glass and screen door reminded you that they were wild, therefore not to be touched, and most definitely, not to step foot into the house.
By Jiyoon Kim5 years ago in Families
Birthday Misadventures
Mom’s baking tastes like eating a cloud drizzled in smooth maple syrup. It is so relaxing to just sit and watch the syrup slowly cascade down towards the plate. I move to grab my fork and take a bite, but I don’t taste anything. Hey! Why can’t I taste anything? I continue to try and eat what is supposed to be the most spectacular birthday meal, but I can’t any of the foods that I’m putting in my mouth. What the heck? This can’t be happening! I want my breakfast meal to be perfect; it can’t taste perfect if I can’t taste the flavor! I awake from the nightmare of losing the thing I want most on my birthday. I sit up in bed and try to relax knowing that the breakfast downstairs is not ruined.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Families
Trials of Job
Chuck was almost surprised when he saw the cabin. It sat alone in the middle of a wooded nowhere. Until this point, every guess had led to another question. The patterns he saw could have been fantasy. The cabin in front of them, however, was very real.
By Craig and Wendalynn Newman5 years ago in Families
Part 1
What if I told you that your guardian angel is not a loved one, but somebody who has been assigned to you? Whelp, that’s the case with me. Hi, my name is Treyton, I am 25 but would have been 29 this year if I hadn’t died. I have been assigned to a mischievous 17-year-old young woman, and can I just say that I do not miss being that age? Anyways, she’s at that age where she is starting to mix into the wrong group of “kids” and frankly it’s making my job more and more difficult. I have been assigned to her for 4 years now and she hasn’t always been like this.
By Kaylee Gilman5 years ago in Families
Loss of a Child
My daughter was 13 years old when she lost her friend, Anna, who was 12. Anna was Inuvialuit, a native girl from the Western Arctic, a beautiful child, with long curly black hair, round cheeks, with such a laugh and a presence that could light up a room. Anna was adopted by a non-native family and she grew up in town in Canada’s Northwest Territories with my daughter, Grace.
By SARAH STEWART5 years ago in Families
Carlee's Never-Ending Quests
CARLEE’S NEVER-ENDING QUESTS Carl and Leanne were overjoyed the day they learned they were going to become parents. They didn’t know if the baby would be a boy or a girl; quite frankly, they didn’t care! Carl and Leanne immediately began a shopping spree in anxious expectation of their bundle of joy; they tried to anticipate the baby’s every material need.
By Anita D. Williams5 years ago in Families








