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To Be or Not to Be a Mompreneur
At the heart of every great mother should be a stable, secure, and strong woman who knows her worth, role, and value. As you can see from the photo above I am a proud mother of six beautiful children ranging in age from three to 20 years old. Becoming a mother is the best thing that has ever happened to me but I did not want it to be the only thing that happened to me.
By Shafiah Khabeerah7 years ago in Families
Seventy
Written About My Papa As August 2014 winds to a humid close, the lid to my heart’s cedar chest of memories hearkens back to another August, one distant and cloaked in a recollection inherited from an old soldier of "The Greatest Generation" that I once called Grandpa.
By Drew Lindsey7 years ago in Families
A Little About Me
New day. I'm feeling good, overall. I have three boys, 15, 12 ½, and 11. I am truly blessed to have been with my husband for the years we have been together. We met when I was 18, fresh out of high school. Well, I was about to graduate when we met, but we started dating that fall when I started college.
By Silvia Quiroz7 years ago in Families
Moving Out Leads to Freedom
I remember moving out like it was four weeks ago—only it was. I will never forget the look on my mother’s face when I told her that I would not be spending another night under her roof, but under the Whitmore's. Her look was emotionless yet I could feel every emotion she felt—like they were screaming at my directly. The room stood silent but tense as my heart dropped from my chest to my toes. I could feel my mother’s heart shatter through her chest which proceeded in shattering mine. September 25, 2017 was my first day of college, the start of my freshman year, and the day I moved out and found freedom.
By Harley Tucker7 years ago in Families
Here Captain! Dear Father!
For some reason I always picture my father in the week where autumn turns to winter. It’s his favorite time of year because it’s where he feels most comfortable, which makes sense because my father is a man who likes to feel comfortable. Comfortability is the first step to having the upper hand, I think, and the upper-hand is a mandatory thing for men like my father, no matter how few there might be. And there in my head, with him in those last few days of November, sitting in a rocking chair on my porch, puffing on a pipe, frameless glasses and all, pursuing a Robert Frost collection, I am okay with him having the upper-hand.
By Finnegan Alexander7 years ago in Families
Taking the Blame
If you read part 1, " He's the one!",you may be wondering, what happened within the family to put them against me in such a sudden and odd way. Why would they do such a thing? What did I do to bring this upon myself? Valid questions. My part was being immature and quick to temper. This is how it started and it unfolded like this.
By Existance Enthusiast8 years ago in Families
Paper Houses
When I was eight years old my father told me that we had money problems and so I brought him my piggy bank. What was only pennies and dimes to most were riches to me? Even with what meagre savings I had to offer, it was offered nonetheless. My father looked like he was going to cry.
By Becca Volk8 years ago in Families
The Kid Adult
So, it all started when I was nine years old, that’s when my parents had it tough. They would leave for work to pay of the rent, they couldn’t afford a babysitter so I had to stay and take care of my two younger siblings. We were a family of six at that time. Anyways I would stay home and literally babysit my brother and sister. I was annoyed because, how can a nine-year-old babysit two other kids? As time went on I didn’t really care when my parents would say “We are leaving for work, put the lock on the door, and make sure your brother and sister eat.” My older brother helped but not enough, he just stayed in his room. That was the first “adult” job I’ve had.
By Brenda Hernandez8 years ago in Families
What If..
Everyone has their own story, with a different beginning, middle, and end. As you grow up, you picture how your life will be ten or fifteen years down the road. Then as those ten or fifteen years creep up, a realization sets in. Life never ends up how you pictured it. There are so many different paths and hidden doors that lead you to a new destiny with every decision you make. It's true, what they say—every choice creates a ripple.
By Randi Dubé8 years ago in Families
