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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

The Point of No Return
"I need to know," she said, "are you serious about this?" "Well," I said. "Why are you asking?" "Are you?" she repeated. "Seriously, tell me."
By Øivind H. Solheim4 years ago in Families
It’s Hard Not To Feel Like the Most Stupid Person in the World
The way you laugh at me when I say something, the way you almost roll your eyes with disgust when I use words, the way you brush me off.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Families
Sounding Out Life
“Where is the Jack and Jill book!?” I demanded, pounding my tiny foot into the soft carpet,“I want to read the Jack and Jill book!”
By Person McPerson4 years ago in Families
My Parents Are Toxic And I Hate Them
Warning: Before you venture into this article, I am giving MY opinion on having no love for your narcissistic parent. Please comment if you disagree.
By Empathic Warrior4 years ago in Families
Travel Is No Cure for the Mind
At this very moment, you'll be here: Or you'll be here: Or here: But maximum possibly, you’re likely right here:
By Joe Walter4 years ago in Families
Mostly Motherless
Unlike me, my sister has an excellent memory. She told me a story the other day about something that happened to her when she was very young. Here’s her story in her own words:
By Kathy K4 years ago in Families
Abandoned Memories
It sits there, barely visible in the dark, fog so thick it tastes like licorice on my tongue. I hate licorice. I hate fog. I love this place. I love this aged set of swings. The metal the warped seats hang from is masticated, the brilliant neon blue paint completely devoured by the insatiable rust.
By Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris4 years ago in Families
Building Strength Through Trust
What made me discover my true strengths, you ask? I believe I am in the midst of discovering some of my greatest strengths as I write this. Sitting in a little cafe called Coffee Break in Hackensack, NJ while my mother undergoes 8 hours of chemotherapy at the nearby John Theurer Cancer Center, I am finding strength and faith in places I’ve never felt before. I am simultaneously broken and renewed. There is so much more treatment still ahead of us, so many variables to consider, and unfortunately I cannot stop time or the rest of life from moving forward until it is over. I’ve already asked and it’s a pretty hard “NO”.
By Jamie Lee | STELLA BROWN4 years ago in Families
Meatloaf is a Liar...
Back in 2009, my daughter was moving out of state and she requested for Christmas that year, that I get her a cookbook, but she wanted a bunch of my recipes in there. I was flattered because, to be honest, my daughter to my recollection never seemed to get excited about my cooking. 🤷🏻‍♀️.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Families
Are Kids Allowed to Cancel Their Teachers?
It started with her math teacher. "She doesn't teach in a way that I can understand." Our daughter, who struggles at school, was having a tough time in math, and her teacher had a very traditional teaching style that was not working for her. We spoke with our older daughter, a great student who had had this same math teacher. She confirmed that she wasn't a great teacher and had a style of teaching that would be very hard for our younger daughter to keep up with. So, we spoke with the school, and they switched her to another class — our school is fantastic that way.
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Families
Let's Get Real at the End of 2021 Share Joy and Fears
There are moments in our life where we walk past pure, perfect moments and forget to see them. This morning I came downstairs; my two-year-old sat in a large blue bucket filled with Rice Krispies throwing them in the air with a look of pure joy on her face. The joy a toddler takes from the simple things should never be overlooked.
By Sam H Arnold4 years ago in Families
Coming to Terms With the Lasts in Life as You Get Older
Sitting on the pale white folding chair, I pulled the pages from the clear sheet protectors. Each binder contained hundreds of hours of work, and now I was tossing his efforts into a burn box.
By Scott Ninneman4 years ago in Families