humanity
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#GirlDadSomeday
My baby girl... My princess. The second girl to have my heart. From the first day I set eyes on you until the last day I close them, you will always know that I’m in your corner, and my love for you better ONLY be second to the man that ultimately weds you. A day won’t pass where you ever have to question if I love you. We will always triumph, the good and the bad, and you’ll know that I only want the ABSOLUTE best for you. Strong chance you will inherit the stubbornness that is notorious in my family. But I’m positive the wisdom you’ll inherit from both your mother and I will help you see past the fury and pride at the most significant of times.
By The Omnipotent Deity5 years ago in Families
I Care, For Sure
I am passionate about helping others. It does not matter their situation or need, I simply want to help. I like assisting those who are gang-affiliated, homeless, runaways, drug/alcohol addicted, the mentally, socially, emotionally ill or impaired, children, teens, babies, veterans, elderly, single parents male and female, the abused, human trafficked survivors, family, friends, animals, and strangers. Pretty much anyone that really and truly needs it.
By C~Marie Rhodes5 years ago in Families
Words Are The Most Priceless Gift We Can Give. Top Story - June 2021.
Creative Paralysis The last time I saw my dad alive, I was writing my first-ever Vocal story for the Behind the Beat challenge. I’ve replayed the night over and over thousands of times in my head. If I knew it was the last time I would ever see him, I would have hugged him and held on. I would have told him how grateful I was for the love he gave me in a million different ways …
By Lori Melton5 years ago in Families
How a Little Girl and a Scrapbook Changed My Life
I have always been creative. I come from a long line of Makers. Most of the creativity came from the necessity to make do with little. When you can’t afford something, you learn to make it from what you have – clothes from flour sacks, canning from the garden, making Christmas gifts. Without that ingenuity we would likely not have had new clothes when we grew out of them or food to eat. When you get used to making do you start to prefer that to what you can get in the store because there is love in that creation.
By Jody McNelis5 years ago in Families
My Reason for Crafting
Esclavo a Tiempo I’ve always been a creative person, a little ball of life living within the world of art . One who always saw outside the box , but of course what else is an artist. With time I saw my arts evolving and taking direction. I mostly painted ,spending hours in my mother’s basement staring and just moving the brush across the canvases seeing what might come to life . I wasn’t the best at lifelike artistry , always feeling my strong suite lies within abstract expressionism. For the most part my pieces came out with the desired results, other times I had to keep readjusting and looking to see the forms they would take . This was my calming moment, my life didn’t feel as chaotic. It was all fine until the chaos erupted into full blown madness and I was forced from my comfort . After that I didn’t have time for painting my creative ideas , no more free spirit flowing . I felt as if I was trapped like a caged bird , wanting to go back but I couldn’t find the motivation in the darkness that began to consume my very being . I had my beautiful girls and yet I couldn’t aspire to create , I felt so alone and with no form of comfort sought other forms of comfort. Needless to say those could never have filled the gaping hole in my soul. Until one day my grandmother spoke to me of my family tree as she often did , telling me of our long lineage back to the times of slavery. Where my first foundation of both sides of the family came to be. Knowing some of this intrigued me , not always knowing what part was missing from my daily life , I researched as best as I could . Looking for something that resembled a home-like feeling for me . I found that in Cuba my ancestral home , birthplace of my people that were brought to the United States away from all they knew . Although it was only a piece of me , it felt that this was the most significant part of me that I resonated with . Who knew from there the possibilities that would open before me . One day my coworkers and I made plans to meet in Baltimore for the Caribbean Carnival Parade . I had heard about it a lot but never experienced it , the culture shock was so much shocking but more a thought of “I can’t believe this is my first time .” The costumes , the energy , the people , the life , food that this weekend brought to Baltimore was unmatched in my eyes . After only experiencing it once I immediately dove into The Who’s and what’s and how’s of dabbling in carnival . The meaning behind them, the reasons for celebrations, what was a mas? What was a jouvert? In gaining knowledge about its background it felt as though a closer bond was formed to my creative side . But where could I find out how to make the costumes ? To be a part of this amazing journey year after year . I looked up videos, followed more artists , to see who they collaborated with. I finally found a workshop for me and so much vital information was given I felt everything rush back to me . The drive , passion , motivation and most importantly the will to not cave in the darkness that wanted nothing more for me whither in my empty emotions.
By Maya Sparrow5 years ago in Families
Baby Blanket Anew
"Baby Blanket Anew" Twenty-Four years ago, my son Tanner Ashcraft was born on a beautiful summer day in Salt Lake City Utah. Although my son was born early, everything seemed to go well at first. But, when they brought my baby to me and placed him into my arms, I felt that something was very wrong. He looked so pale and felt very limp as I cradled my listless baby in my arms. Doctors soon discovered that his lungs were starting to fail and they didn’t know why. They immediately life flighted him to Primary Children’s Medical Center and placed him in the newborn neonatal ICU. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It felt more like one of those stories that you read about in Reader’s Digest magazine or something that happens to someone else. I certainly didn’t believe I would be staring death down with the arrival of my baby. I didn’t get to experience that same blissful home coming that I did with my first child, surrounded by family and friends who would be eager to meet our new addition to the family. Instead, the neonatal ICU became our new home away from home; a place where some babies come to live and some come to die. The sights and sounds of the ICU will forever be etched in my head. The uncertainty of it all was palpable to say the least. Would my son be one of the lucky ones and live to see his first Christmas?
By JENNY A. TIBBETTS5 years ago in Families
Creating What I Wish Existed.
While playing on the playground, my daughter was told by a playmate of a different race that her curly natural hair looked “weird” when worn in an Afro Puffs style. My daughter loves her hair, and she was excited about how her hair looked that day. She was hurt by the playmate’s dismissive comment and the ease with which the comment was shared.
By Bianca l Springer5 years ago in Families
Baby Blankets for the NICU
Imagine being pregnant. You're excited...apprehensive...filled with joy...filled with doubt. And then your big day comes...early! You're rushed to the hospital much too early, because something has happened to prompt your body to go in to labor or is happening that requires immediate medical attention.
By Michelle Loftis5 years ago in Families
