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

The first anniversary of the loss of my mom
December 2nd, 2025, marks the official first anniversary of my mother's passing. It has been A bit of a rough journey. Still, I was able to get by with my husband's and my daughter's help. Still, mostly I was helped by the grace of God. I'm happy to say my mom is there with him, as well as with my dad, my father passed away in 2017 of heart failure.
By stephanie borgesabout a month ago in Families
Smoke and the Slow Light
I sit cross-legged on the mattress, the cigarette between my teeth smoldering like a dying star. The window behind me bleeds light—too bright, too unforgiving—turning the smoke into twisted ghosts that curl toward the glass, as if begging to escape this room that smells of mildew and regret. The dog at my feet doesn’t move; her ribs show through matted fur, and I wonder if she’s as tired of waiting as I am.
By David cen2 months ago in Families
The Secret Superpowers Every Family Already Has
Every family, no matter how quirky, chaotic, mismatched, or magnificently strange, has a whole toolbox of superpowers tucked into everyday life. They don’t flash neon signs. They don’t come with capes. They don’t even require dramatic theme music playing in the background (though that would be delightful). These powers sit quietly in the heart of the home—waiting, humming, glowing—ready to help everyone get through life’s twisty bits.
By Magify942 months ago in Families
Parenting in 2040: What We Wish We Knew Today
Parenting has never been simple, but parenting in 2040? Oh, buckle up. The future is coming fast, carrying shiny gadgets, new challenges, and unexpected twists like a roller coaster built by a hyperactive inventor. But here’s the magic: the heart of parenting—connection, love, patience, laughter—will still matter just as much as it does today.
By Magify942 months ago in Families
7 Stages of Dementia Before Death: What Families Need to Know
By the time we hear the phrase “7 stages of dementia before death”, many of us are already exhausted, scared, and confused. Dementia doesn’t arrive in one day. It creeps in quietly, then slowly changes the person we love and the life we know.
By Rachel Randall2 months ago in Families
The Tragic Truth About Vivian Ridge: Bob Ross's Forgotten First Wife. AI-Generated.
The Woman Before the Fame Before Bob Ross became America's beloved painting teacher, before millions knew his soothing voice and iconic afro, there was Vivian Ridge—a young woman whose love story would be overshadowed by the very fame she helped create.
By A Flicker in the Dark2 months ago in Families
Shaking Hands With The Doctor Who Saved My Father's Life
"Goddammit, Adi, I told you to be ready by twelve!" Mom shouted at me through the bathroom door, more than fifteen minutes before the agreed time. "Why do you always do this right before we have to leave?" She kept talking to herself at this point, an acquired skill that every mother seems to possess.
By Adrian CDTPPY2 months ago in Families
How Family Breaks You and Builds You. AI-Generated.
When I was twelve, I thought my family was the only place where love existed. My small world revolved around our cramped living room, the smell of my mother’s cooking, and the laughter of my older sister, Maya, who could always make the grayest days feel golden. But love, I would learn, was complicated.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Families
A Multitude of Blessings
Today was Thanksgiving here in the United States. I am nestled in tonight in a warm home with heat, two adorable children who got to spend the day with their Mommy, and my boyfriend. I have had a lot of things lately that I am not exactly thankful for, but I wanted to take a moment to count my blessings.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Families
How Games and Videos Keep the Brain Excited. AI-Generated.
Introduction to Digital Excitement Games and videos are everywhere today—on phones, TVs, tablets, and computers. For children, they are a source of fun, learning, and endless excitement. But have you ever wondered why they feel so addictive? Why does “five minutes” suddenly become an hour?
By Abiniah2 months ago in Families
A Sweet Sunday Morning at the Strawberry Farm
Every summer, the strawberry farms near us open their doors for strawberry picking… and every summer slips by without us going.
By Sandy Gillman2 months ago in Families
Come to me..... Content Warning.
I laid in my bed covered in shame, covered in pity, and just covered with the heaviness of life. My chest felt heavy, my mind racing and my limbs curled into a ball, while my hands covered my heart hoping they could soothe the pain away. I had been in this spot for a while. The sheets stuck to my body, accompanied by a faint stench that I cared nothing about. That was the last f my worries. I shriveled deeper into the bed when my body began to realize that I was waking up and being forced to experience the movements of life. The sun shined through the dark shades I hung to intentionally keep the light out and the sight of a well lit room just made me crumble in my heart and in my mind. How dare such a beautiful light shine into my ambiance of sorrow. Every time I opened my eyes, thoughts of my reality flooded my brain. Words of discouragement, and doubt, followed by the meanest of voices that questioned my decisions in life and the results that lead me to where I am now. I created my own torment, I was the aggressor, I was the enemy in me, and in that moment everything was my fault. Could you believe I was a mom feeling this way. A mom that's suppose to be cheerful and polite, a mom that's always emotionally available to her kids, but there I was. My kids stayed downstairs at this point they kind of understood that I was "resting". At this point my kids were used to those moments, especially the oldest, he could always tell. My kids were going back and forth from laughing to arguing and back again, and I just listened. Usually I would yell from my slumber, but this time their voices and laughter had peace to it. Apart of me felt joy from their laughter, but also felt hope. Something in me sparked, and I felt the twitch. I remember looking at my hands, then my legs and finally my surroundings, and boy was it a mess. My room was a depiction of my mind; trash all over, and junk in random places, but then there were the items that belonged there but were covered by the crap I let build up. I remember looking at my mess of a room, and wondering how I stayed there for so long. Didn't the clutter bother me, didn't I want a better environment then this? I had asked myself a question I had never asked before, and this question began the Journey that I am on now. The question was, "what would it look like with a healthier version of you, a version free from shame, free from trauma, and just the version of you that is free and at peace with yourself and your past." My subconscious immediately snapped back an yelled, I already forgave them, we are healed. My inner voice calmy replied, maybe it's time to let go and be free. Now as I say this don't think that I hear voices because I know we all have that good and bad angel on each shoulder, but rather than the two fighting in my head, I felt as if they came to an agreement. I asked myself a question that sparked a series of questions. It was like I had a epiphany in my pit of sorrow. In my darkness, light had found me. In my despair, hope came and sat down beside me. This moment felt as if God had, touched my shoulder and ordered me to let it all go. This moment changed the trajectory of my thoughts and eventually my life, although the process was extremely hard I began to understand the meaning of living a peaceful life. This moment began my journey to be a healthy and healed version of myself. it gave me the opportunity to not only hear my children's laughter, but to also experience laughter with them. In that moment I decided to change the direction of not only my situation but also my thoughts which created a journey like never before.
By HKC 2 months ago in Families