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My teenager banished me to the dark corner...
It was 7p.m. on a Friday night and I got the pleasure of sitting at Fly Trampoline while my 13-year-old gets to be a teenager. In my 'hey-day', I think the thing to do was go to the local roller-skating rink. There are no roller-skating rinks here in Fairbanks, Alaska...so it is a fun filled night of neon lighting, pounding music, and a bunch of 10–16-year old's jumping on large squares of woven polypropylene material, connected by coiled steel springs in the dark. What can possibly go wrong in this situation?
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Families
Better Than it Seems
This was a day like no ordinary day. I had awakened before my alarm, which never happens. I felt happy, I had just been in a whirlwind of depression. The closest person to me was gone, but not by death you see, by war. Our country is at war and my dad was thousands of miles across the seas and I was here. He has been gone for 6 months now and there is no news on when he will be able to come back. You may be thinking “don’t you have your mom?” Well, no, I do not have her. She left when my dad was taken away. I mean yes, she is here but not really so I guess you can understand how I fell into a whirlwind of depression. But today was different I never wanted to go to school but I felt like I had to go. Dad used to drive me to school it was like our little time together. See I was not like your normal teenager, who locked themselves in their bedroom and wanted nothing to do with their parents. I loved family time but the rides to school were extra special because dad would always tell me some clever little riddle that would always end with the saying “things are always better than they seem.” Up until this point I believed him. Now that dad was gone, I had to walk to school and every step made me miss him more and more.
By shanae curtis5 years ago in Families
To All the Stuffed Ones I've Loved Before
Green check gingham-patterned frog is perched ever smiling on my window ledge, reminding me of how fantastic life is. After snatching up said frog on impulse from a thrift store, I neglected to give this stuffed beacon of eternal joy a name but arbitrarily assigned him a gender. His assignment was simple: 1. Be forever cute and lovable. 2.Retain softness and remind me to smile (whenever he could get my attention.)
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Families
UNSTAGED TRUTH FROM PERFORMER TO MOTHERHOOD
Since the age of six, I was already dreaming of the life as a performer. Nothing else interested me growing up as long as dance was a part of my life, I was a very happy girl. I am so grateful that my parents gave me the freedom to do what really inspired me through my growing years and allowed me to either grow through the industry or perhaps take a different path. Well I never did take that different path, I knew music, movement and creativity was what made my soul happy. I knew this was my path in life and I never doubted it for a minute.
By A M Y Uncensored & Real5 years ago in Families
The Sport Of Parenting
Just this morning, my three-year-old son threw a shoe at my head. We were out all together at a restaurant when it happened. I was not prepared for the footwear assault, but I probably should have been. What surprised me most was not that my dear son chose to beam me with one of his gross, mud-encrusted shoes, but rather that he passed up many more enticing and accessible objects to maim me with. Directly within his toddler reach was a crumb-speckled butter knife, a plastic cup filled with primary-colored crayons, a full glass of water, and a very aerodynamically designed salt shaker—yes, the kind that looks like a rocket just dying to be launched into the heavens (or a dad’s face).
By David Metzger5 years ago in Families
For All The Souls in The World
The first thing you notice about Tennessee is the sky. The rich blues with dashes of pink and fluffy drops of white are like looking into a painting. But the life of one Rhiannon Davis could be defined by surreal beauty and picturesque landscapes.
By Christa Hill5 years ago in Families
Caring for Nan
“Has anyone seen my baby?” cried Nan, hysterically jerking up from her recliner. Looking up from his doodle Jaden closed his book and said lovingly “Yes Nan, she’s sleeping right now and has a clean diaper. If you’d like to nap I can wake you up when she’s hungry.”
By D Williams5 years ago in Families
Story Time With WInter Madison
Hello readers! Join me on Story Time With Winter Madison as we read stories together. Story Time is a time to relax, snuggle with your favorite stuffed buddy or blanket, and listen to stories read by Winter Madison. Our Storytime today followed a little boy and his dinosaur on a hilarious series of events that all started when he gave his Dinosaur a crayon!
By Winter Madison5 years ago in Families
