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Mirror Image Fashion: Unveiling the Psychological Magic of Matching Outfits with Your Daughter
Time to join us as we explore the fun world of dressing alike with your daughter! In this blog, we'll take a closer look at how matching outfits can make a big difference in the bond between moms and their mini-me. Did you know that wearing similar clothes can boost your confidence and make you feel closer to each other? It's true! Plus, dressing alike can spark creativity and make your time together even more special. So let's dive in and discover all the amazing benefits of twinning with your little fashionista!
By Pawan Punjabi2 years ago in Families
The Winged Serpent Next to Me: A Tribute to My Grandma's Legacy
Amidst the Hour of the Winged Snake 2024, in the midst of the celebration of Worldwide Women's Day, I'm constrained to recap the story of the person who has been my mainstay of solidarity and wellspring of motivation: my grandmother.
By Mahesha Sannaiah 2 years ago in Families
how to be a good father: 8 tips to be a good dad
What does it mean to be a good dad? According to Gilles Vaquier de Labaume, being a good dad means, above all, having knowledge about the different stages of child development to better respond to their needs according to their age. Being a good dad involves knowing how to adapt your way of communicating with a baby, dedicating exclusive and quality moments to them, ensuring first that you are willing to live that moment of sharing with them.
By Paths of Love2 years ago in Families
The Ultimate Betrayal Pt.1
The Betrayal That Cracked Our Family Like a Boom Whumpf! The news landed in my inbox like a sack of bricks. A text from my cousin, Sarah, a jumble of words that sent a cold dread slithering down my spine. My Great-Grandma Millie, the woman who dispensed wisdom alongside slices of her legendary pecan pie, was in a nursing home. The worry gnawed at me, a persistent buzz in my brain. But what came next was a revelation that would crack the foundation of our family like a** boom.**
By Taeja Williams2 years ago in Families
The Ultimate Betrayal Pt.2
Dust Motes in a Silent Symphony Dust motes danced a jig in the neglected sunlight creeping through Grandma's dusty windows. Silence pressed down heavy, a stark contrast to the woman who once filled this space with booming laughter and the soul-warming scent of her legendary buttermilk biscuits. Grief threatened to drown me, but beneath the sorrow, a spark flickered to life. My firecracker of a grandma, a woman who'd stared down dust storms and Depression-era hardships with a withering look, wouldn't have gone gentle into that good night. Neither would I.
By Taeja Williams2 years ago in Families
Dear Mother
Dear Mother, In the solemn stillness of my thoughts, I reach out through this letter, a vessel for the words that weigh heavily upon my soul. What can I say, Mother? The words 'I love you' from your lips often come shrouded in the aftermath of scolding, their warmth lost in the chill of discipline.
By Discoveryng Depths2 years ago in Families
Praying for Miracles and Saying Goodbye
Twelve hours can change everything. On November 12th, 2019, my mom passed away from complications caused by CLL(Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia). After 22 months with CLL, she had one bad day. One bad day, twelve hours in the hospital, and then she left to meet her heavenly Father and see the face of Jesus. Fourteen days later it still seems so hard to believe that everything changed so fast. How did we get from a diagnosis with a chronic condition to saying good-bye?
By Dawn Beauchamp2 years ago in Families
545 West 125th Street
Summer nights at 545 were usually sweltering, noisy, and buzzing with activity. From the vantage point of our second-floor fire escape, we were always privy to what went on below. Our neighbors, mostly Antilleans, looking to escape the heat of their small, non-airconditioned apartments, would come downstairs as soon as the sun set to sit in what they hoped would be the cool New York City night air and find some respite. I, for one, always marveled at the range of materials they would bring down to sit on. Some would bring a beach chair or two. Others would borrow milk crates from the bodega next door. Still, others would find a spot on the front stoop of our building on 125th Street in West Harlem, often blocking the entrance but graciously moving out of the way as others came in and out. My earliest memory of home is this tenement building and community. I lived there with my family for my first 12 years, and we always called the building by its number - 545.
By Margaret Jimenez2 years ago in Families
A Trip of Light: The Narrative of Martha Agnes
Stepping off her small bed and pulling a bulky cardigan over her nightgown, Lena headed towards the top of the narrow, steep staircase that led from the attic bedroom to the kitchen below. She listened intently, trying to make out the quiet voices coming from the lower level.
By lahsen ezahouani2 years ago in Families
Notes on my first public appearance.
Photo by Redd F on Unsplash It felt weird to not write anything of consequence last week, after consistently writing for eleven weeks now (this is my twelfth, which feels like a milestone of sorts.) It was nice to just be present, to enjoy the time exploring San Diego with my husband, and to just check out from things for a few days, but it still felt weird, and I felt a little bit guilty. I don’t know where the guilt came from since I don’t technically owe anyone anything, I don’t have an editor or a deadline, and my two-piece a week goal is strictly for myself, but maybe it is because I felt like I was letting myself down a bit or not taking my weekly steps to doing this professionally or reaching my goals. Maybe I just felt like I was letting all of my five paid subscribers down by not providing content that they paid for (even though my five paid subscribers are my mom, my dad, my sister, my aunt and my husband and I think they would all forgive me and still love me even if I never wrote another thing ever again- but seriously, how do I get more paid subscriptions here?!) Maybe I just am taking this journey seriously because I want it so badly, and taking a week off feels like I’m not applying myself. But here I am, and I feel rested, my brain feels fresh, it is the astrological New Year, so onward we go, and it feels like things are about to get much, much easier, even if I don’t quite know how yet.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Families
