parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
My Phenomenal Mom, Adrianne.
On any given day there are life lessons my mom taught me that live rent free in my mind. Some she meant to teach and some she didn’t. If I close my eyes I can hear her saying, "Aleah life is not fair," or "God never puts more on you that you can bare," or "not now, doesn't mean never." Of course sometimes, against my better judgement, I choose to ignore those lessons. But I always come back later and regretting that decision.
By Aleah Floyd5 years ago in Families
Everyone Loves Rhonda
My mom, Rhonda, is authentically herself, making her the smartest, strongest, kindest, and most beautiful woman I know. Now that I have buttered up my mom with an amazing introductory sentence, I may continue with my many reasons for why she is all of these attributes.
By Tia Hendricks5 years ago in Families
momma
My mother has taught me one million lessons, all of them still unfolding, as they will forever. Many of them are ripe with emotion, her Cancer sun soaking life in nostalgia, casting feelings of ancestral importance on the world I walk through. Life is about more than what we can see, and my mom taught me how to listen for the rhythms of love beating below the surface. There are many ways to tap into the tune.
By Cecelia Foley5 years ago in Families
Lessons Learned
My brother and I's childhood consisted of one constant: our mother. After our dad left when I was a toddler and my brother was a newborn, our years were a whirlwind of new homes and new families. There were new people to meet, new rules to adjust to, and new schools to navigate. I have had three father figures and a total of six ex-siblings, and this resulted in a fear of abandonment and a distrust of people who promise they'll stick around. But my mother has always made it clear that the three of us - me, my brother, and my mom - are a package deal. “We’re the three musketeers,” she says. “We stick together, no matter what.”
By Emily Berger5 years ago in Families
My Vocal Mother
Writing women: The words, how they are related/and associated with each other, soft spoken but fierce like leading prides, itself, a sacrifice./Mothers edit out themselves/as wives and daughters and keepers of others, who's brother are they? to work or educate, to feed a child or take a day off, to relate to dreams. -a poem for momma
By Angelita Hampton5 years ago in Families
BOSS MOM SUPREME
I have no idea what it is like to be a mom as I chose not to walk down that path. But I do know it can't be easy. Children do not come with owners manuals. Most moms are at a young age when they they are still trying to figure themselves out, let alone how to shape a child. I simply cannot imagine how difficult it must be to navigate all of the advice, information, and opinions that surround us on the topic of raising a child right. It must have been equal parts overwhelmingly exciting and utterly terrifying!
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Families
Crimson Red #8562
Crimson Red, Magenta Madness, Coral Reef, Cerise Pie, Berry Cherry, Ruby Redness, French Burgundy, Scarlet Dear Scarlet – shiny multi-colored bottles, with long tapered handles looking like gumball-colored teardrops. To touch them or to eat them? I can’t decide. Lips like Sugar, Drive Him Mad, Get It Girl, You Got This – golden cylindrical tubes of pigmented bliss ready for daily romantic adventures or on-the-sly trysts. Short, squat, thick, tall, and curvy bottles of fragrant aromatic pastry align – like beauty queens anticipating a long-desired crown. A tiny-populated city of adult coquetries lives atop her dresser, patiently waiting. “Pick me,” they whisper.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Families
My Motorcycle Momma
It was a small apartment, dark and quiet. Mom and I arrived in Canada to start our new life with dad. He came before us to get things settled. We arrived after the war in 1952, I was eleven months old. There were many ups and downs for my parents, but they did their best to make things good for me and each of my siblings. I am the oldest of 6, my second sibling died, he was only three days old. Mom had toxemia and nearly died too.
By Rosemary Evangelista5 years ago in Families
