parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
A lifetime of perfection
She has been complaining about the way her mother gave her heart out to her father. She doesn't like her father very much. She is over half a hundred people, and she is as headstrong and stubborn as a child. If you don't say grumpy, you should make a few comments on everything your mother has done to please him. Of course, she can't see the past. She always stands bravely among them and looks straight at her father as she did when she was a child. A father is somewhat afraid of her; But I can't erase my face, beg for mercy, or say a few gentle jokes, and let this little quarrel slip away. He always grunted bitterly and turned to walk outside.
By kightanton1495 years ago in Families
Boosting Your Quality of Life in Assisted Living
As you grow older, quality of life will eventually become a huge priority for you, especially if you have an existing health condition. Surviving every day and being alive won’t cut it anymore. It’s just rational to desire a happy, healthy, and long life despite the changes that come with aging.
By Ocean Hills Senior Living5 years ago in Families
A Quilt is More than a Blanket
When she arrived on our doorstep in 1970, my Great Aunt Sadie didn’t look like a revolutionary, much less a person who would change our lives. She looked exactly like what she was; a supremely huggable church-going mother of seven from Utah; short, bespectacled, and just a little plump. I was 13 to her 70 years, and found her to be nurturing in a way I had seldom encountered. She felt like home; I adored her instantly.
By Alline Anderson5 years ago in Families
Miss Tibby
“If you make me cry, I’ll unplug the crock pot.” This was a statement I made to my sister, Vicki, on Sunday. In that moment, I thought to myself, would this be a good way to start a memoir? Our conversation continued, while trying a new idea I had, trying to slow cook a dozen chicken legs in a small crockpot. As I lifted the lid to take a whiff, we continued our conversation, which had to do with how similar we are in some ways to our mother, particularly in the way she interfaced with people. Looking back at Vicki, I noticed tears, which led to the first sentence of this writing. I’ll leave it for Vicki to recall her memories, as I begin to unfold some of my recollections of a woman I knew as Mama.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Families
Custom Father's Day Cakes That Will Melt Dad's Heart
Your dad deserves more than a cake purchased from the shop on father's Day. But, if you are looking for more than that for father's day gifts online, then you are at the right place. These ideas for happy father's day gifts will rescue your Day. Here you will get everything he likes, whether he likes chocolate cakes, cheesecake, peanut butter, lovely pound cake, Perfumes, Flowers, or other gift hampers.
By Arabian Petals5 years ago in Families
Stay Quiet. Stay Safe.
You never expect chaos when it comes. Let's be honest, it's a lot easier to give your mind a soft image to focus on when you have to face your fears. As an introvert, you thought that the pandemic was a welcome blessing (it felt that way, right?); however, if you give it some thought, it was more like 2 steps back from all the progress you made. Suddenly it's mask off o'clock, social on, and you have no clue what to do when hearing the chimes.
By Just Tiffany5 years ago in Families
Making memories
Let me start by saying that my father is terminally ill and in the end stage of kidney failure. We have gone through all of the tests and are pending acceptance on the transplant list. However, the current wait time for a kidney is about 3-8 years and my dad has been told that he can live about 2 years on dialysis. That will help you to better understand why I’ve chosen to do the craft in which I will be referring to in this story. I am an only child and even though I am now 37 years old, I am still my father’s only “child”. My dad was sure that my mom was carrying a boy and my dad dreamed of the coaching football games, playing baseball in the yard and all the things he could do with his son. The minute I was born, he became a girl dad and wouldn’t have it any other way. We have traveled together, shopped together, and he has protected his little girl from the moment he saw me for the first time.
By Nicole Miller5 years ago in Families
Purple Scissors
With all of the shut-downs and shelter ins we have all experienced with the Covid-19 virus there are only so many movies you can watch and so many books you can read. I decided to get busy with “long overdue” spring cleaning and working on projects that have been put off for 30-35 years. In our busy days when our three sons were at home, things were hectic and all their memories were tucked away in boxes and crates. Over the years the stack of crates grew and grew until our walk-in closet was full. Our twin sons were born in 1991 and welcomed home by their three-year-old brother so we have over 30 years of school papers, projects and memories.
By Carolyn Leist5 years ago in Families
Simple stuff
Driver, William III age 68, passed away from complications of Alzheimer's on Friday, August 7, 2020. Preceded in death by his father. Survived by his loving and devoted wife, children, mother, brothers, many nieces, nephews, cousins and dear friends. Bill was born March 3, 1952. He enjoyed golfing, vacations, time with family and friends. He will be remembered for his sense of humor and outgoing personality.
By Mary Driver5 years ago in Families
The magic of JOY in the city!
So excited!! This weekend I will be installing my second fairy garden in a local Dorchester Park for families to enjoy. The theme will be a frog that is hosting a violin concert for all of his fairy, gnome & forest friends. Weather permitting! This time I am adding an interactive activity to encourage family bonding by reading a book about some musically talented and funny animals. I am also placing a small violin and a tree stump chair for sitting. That way parents can read to children or if they have ‘the gift’ play the violin for them. I’ve been visiting this empty tree stump on walks with my dog Polo since February and thinking about how I can design it. Each time I pass by I would throw rocks and sticks or leaves into the hole, so the level would be higher come spring or summer. Two weeks ago, I was able to spend time cutting out a piece of black soundproofing material, which allows me to know exactly how much space constraints I am truly working within for the fairy’s placement.
By Maria McKnight5 years ago in Families
