children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
Kasey
He found the glove in the makeshift loft, located in northeast corner of the garage. He had gone up there to pout and air his grievances to the long legged spiders that inhabited the dark edges of the elevated space. Ironically, in times of emotional distress, he consoled himself in places that he also feared. The rooftop, the large tree in the front yard, the attic and, in this instance, the loft. When confined to his room, he would retreat to the upper shelf of his closet.
By Simon Gray5 years ago in Families
The Way It Was
How It Used To Be By Pat McManus
By Patricia Mc Manus5 years ago in Families
The Last Page
“We’re closed, sir,” Anika said to the tall, dark man who ignored the flipped sign on the door. She was finishing a 10-hour shift at the fast-food joint down the street from her house. “ I can’t believe it’s you,” he said with tears in his eyes. Anika completely froze up. She was waiting for this day. After 18 years of wondering where he was, she was about to find out. “Dad?” she tenderly whispered. “No, Anika, I’m your uncle Sam,” said the mysterious man. For as long as she could remember, the only family Anika had was her mom.
By Anita Ehui5 years ago in Families
Make a change in your children's learning.
Hi, welcome to my post. You’ll find information on aspects of homeschooling like languages, organisation and We are a family that believes in learning every day and grabbing adventure when it presents itself. I am the Mama and I am have never fit the mould. Being part of the LGBTQ+ community, neurodiverse and aiming for anything but the typical nuclear family. My dream life is not the typical 9-5, which was not the life my partner expected to end up living as he has grown up with traditional values. We have similar goals for our life together and for our children.
By J . Turner5 years ago in Families
Legacy Park
I cannot recall a single conversation with my grandmother in which she didn’t throw in an adage or truism she had picked up in her many years on Earth. She was an old-fashioned woman full of ancient and archaic wisdom and philosophy, mostly in the form of proverbs. Her favourite saying by far was the reassurance that, in life, ‘what is meant for you will not pass you.’ I loved my grandmother dearly, but I never truly believed this. We all know there are too many unhappy-ever-afters and could-have-beens in this world for it to possibly be true. Besides, even if it was true, what did that say about me? That minimum-wage shift work was meant for me? That my fiancé being called away for weeks at a time, leaving me at home with our young daughter and her infinite energy was meant for me? That watching Lulu, on the day she turned six, sit by herself on the living room carpet as she unwrapped the few toys kind relatives and my meagre savings had bought her was meant for me? All Lucia really wanted was a bicycle, even a used one, she pleaded, but I saw no sense in such a gift when we lived on the sixth floor of a city-overspill apartment block surrounded by fast multi-lane roads.
By L. A. Campbell5 years ago in Families
A French Education
A small cloud of dust appeared when the small, black notebook hit the floor. The young girl looked quickly around to see if anyone, especially her mother, had noticed her carelessness. Her mother was in the other end of the antique shop, examining other dust-covered items.
By Rosemary O'Brien5 years ago in Families
