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Growing Up In the 90s
Growing up in the 90s was a fun time! I miss the good old days of playing with the infamous Skip-It toy and eating Sodalicious fruit snacks—boy… those were the days! I grew up in a simpler time, where we had dial-up internet instead of Wifi, and VHSs instead of DVDs.
By Nicole (Nikki) M.8 years ago in Families
Overcoming Childhood Abuse
Will you listen? Why I'm Writing This Article The phrase “overcoming childhood abuse” sounds glamorous, doesn’t it? It sounds like I’ve climbed some kind of really tough mountain and am now sitting pretty on top of it with a beautiful view. Wouldn’t you love it if that were the case? Wouldn’t you love it if I could give you a road map for your own recovery or else give you a ‘rags to riches’ tale of how one woman triumphed over a horrific past to become almost normal and perfectly socially acceptable?
By Sarah Jane8 years ago in Families
Till I See You Again
On this day, two years ago, I lost my best friend. I remember it so clearly, like it was yesterday. I awoke at 9:00 AM and rubbed my tired eyes. I checked my phone, and decided that it was time to start my day. I hopped into the shower, dressed myself, and made my way downstairs. At this point my dad had left for work, and my stepmom was sitting downstairs drinking a cup of coffee. This was my daily routine. Wake up, get ready, drink coffee, and go to work. I sat in the garage with my stepmom as she smoked a cigarette. I felt weird. I felt like the weight of my body was dragging me down, and it was almost unbearable to walk. I felt moody. Every passing car that I heard drive by irritated me beyond belief. I felt so tired; like I hadn’t slept in centuries. At one point I remember saying to my stepmom, “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I feel like total shit today.”
By Katherine Schaefer8 years ago in Families
I'm Coping, But I'm Not Okay
June 19, 2016 will forever be a horrifyingly beautiful reality check to me. I thought I knew what it meant to be in despair, to feel as though my life was truly about to crumble and have little worth in this world. My stepfather showed me otherwise on the day he decided to kick me out. He blamed me for many things, from my sister's disinterest in her personal hygiene to the altercation between her and my brother.
By Anecia Lewis8 years ago in Families
Adventures of a Stay At Home Dad
Being a stay at home dad is both one of the easiest and one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'm no homemaker, by any stretch. I constantly look for the easiest way to get something done, with the least effort from me. Some could call me lazy, and I'd only disagree to a point. But there are no shortcuts with a child. There are a thousand books, and none of them teach you a thing. Sometimes things come natural, sometimes you know you've messed up every moment of it.
By Drake Sheffield8 years ago in Families
Dear Father
Absent fathers are not rare, likewise with absent mothers. But when you grow up with cute little nuclear families all around you, you begin to wonder about your own family system. I have carried around so much weight, so much doubt in myself because of your absence and lack of parenting- but I now know that I had to experience that, to become the strong character I am today.
By Maisie Hancox8 years ago in Families
Our Mothers of Color. Top Story - July 2017.
My mother was born of a woman who did not keep her. One of many siblings, my mother was supposedly the only child her mother decided she could not keep. She was adopted into a very well off, heavily educated Black and Native family, a family that never officially revealed to her that she was adopted.
By Deborah Alice9 years ago in Families
What It's Really Like to Lose Your Parents. Top Story - July 2017.
Loss is, in no way, the same for everyone. My brother, on hearing about the loss of our mother, went immediately back to playing with LEGOs. Only months later did he process what had happened, and cry about it for the first time.
By Casey Rose9 years ago in Families
On My Way
I found myself thinking back on a lot of things pertaining to my relationship with my father. It wasn't always such a high strung relationship between us, we actually did get along and were very close when I was a lot younger. I needed that man more than I thought I did, and the years showed me that very clearly. This article is going to focus a lot on all of the good memories I had with him, moments not only I was proud of, but that made a huge impact on him. From Sporting events, to just relaxing with one another.
By Zachery Lee9 years ago in Families
