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Arabian nights
The only revelation after this episode was a vague idea of how some people manage to die suffocated in their beds. Besides, the idea of painting one of his walls with a scene from Arabian Nights seemed so hard to achieve. The rest of his problems - the elephant in the room, hit him like a tonne of bricks.
By Ana-Maria Lazar5 years ago in Families
Dear White Parents of Biracial/Black Children: Who Is Showing Your Kids How To Navigate The Weight of Their Blackness?
Being Black is a noun, a verb and an adjective. Most people who identify as Black refer to the colour of their skin. However Blackness is also a cultural identity for a lot of us. As someone whose parents are both Black, I never had to question the skin I was in. Whenever I went anywhere, people would look at me and know that I was Black. I was never asked what I was mixed with or had to go through the guessing game of "what are you?" People didn't fetishize my hair (this was the mid 80s and early 90s) so I didn't have to deal with that either. That wasn't the case for my little sister. On my mom's side, I am the oldest and I have a younger sister. We are 5 years apart in age and we have different fathers. Hers is White. Mine is Black. Growing up with a Black mother and biracial Black sister, we constantly got asked questions about if we were really related. Or how could my mom be my sisters mom? Again, these were the 90s and most non-Black kids didn't understand blended families or single parenthood. My sister and I ended up being the unicorns of our social circles. Whenever my mom would show up at a parent teacher conference night for my sister, there was always this quizzical look from me to my sister to my mom if they didn't already know our family. Honestly, even as a kid I found that exhausting and annoying. But people are people so it was what it was.
By Whitney Smart5 years ago in Families
ROSES ALASKA TAILES
Hi, it is nice to meet you! I am Rose Lewis and I live in Alaska. I blog about my Alaska Adventures! I have had many camping and fishing adventures! I have been camping since I was twenty and now I am a senior I live alone with my toy poodle and cat. I was born and raised in Connecticut and moved to Alaska in the year 1979. I moved to Alaska with my family, and I have two daughters but my husband died early! I have gone camping on the East Coast, Canada, and Alaska. We drove from Connecticut to Alaska and reached the home which we bought in Eagle River. I love to fish and camp my stories in the blog are all about my camping and fishing. All the stories are true some are sad and some are funny and exciting! The story I like is where we were camping in Talkeetna Alaska! Here let me tell you that story!
By rose lewis5 years ago in Families
The Single Mothers Survival Guide Series - Reclaiming Yourself
“We are able to break generational cycles, one layer at a time.” Why? Why? Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? What is wrong with me? These are questions I think every person on this planet ask themselves at some point in their life. Deep down, if we have felt failure at any time in our life, we may still feel inadequate years later. After two divorces, I had to start looking within myself to find the answers to the WHYs of my broken life. I decided to listen to Tony Robbin’s advice and change my questions to HOW. By asking how this happened to me, my inward search led me to look at my denial and to think about the old programmed tapes I had running in my mind. What this showed me was that by not loving my core being, I had masked my true self, and caused myself much heartache.
By Nicole Orozco5 years ago in Families
Farming 101
My husband and our daughter live on 40 acres in North Eastern Wyoming. I have lived in Wyoming most of my life (I lived in Alaska for a few months, not my cup of tea). My husband was also born and raised here. We both come from country backgrounds. I grew up on an 1100 acre ranch north of town, and he grew up on a ranch west of town. We met when we were young, I was 12 and fell in love then. We went our seperate ways, and low and behold, we found our way back to each other in 2019. We now share a home and have a beautiful daughter on our 40 acre farm. The farm lifestyle was definitely my doing.
By Nikki Pond5 years ago in Families
Finding My Tribe
I have been researching my family tree for a while and have made many discoveries throughout my journey. My family tree comes from a wide range of countries throughout Europe, but a part of my family tree that has always fascinated me are my Jewish roots. The problem with researching this part of my family tree, is that I constantly run into a problem which most people with Jewish ancestors run into, the Holocaust. Many records of Jewish people were destroyed during both the Holocaust and the years after, which makes it harder to find any information about my family.
By Bradley Greenland5 years ago in Families
Leche Con Cafe
Mom picked me up from school late again. This time beat all the other times. A whopping 2 hours and 23 minutes late. I was one of the last kids there waiting outside of my middle school. She gave me the same old story about how work was so hectic and she was drowning in her workload. Of course, as a 12-year old kid, I had no idea what that meant nor did I want to know. I sat quietly with my elbow on the window, chin in hand, lazily staring outside as we drove through the poorly cared for neighborhoods. Two kids were passing around a soccer ball outside on the street. I knew one of them from my art class and somberly made eyecontact with him as he waived at me.
By Jessica Elaine Aparicio 5 years ago in Families
