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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Why I started a blog
When I started this blog, I only had one intention of blogging. My only reason for starting this blog was to write my feelings out. Ever since I was diagnosed with postpartum depression, I had this idea of writing down how I feel every day because every day I would wake up with different moods. From the moment I knew what was postpartum depression is, I wanted to share everything with everyone who would understand what I was going through and maybe I will get someone who is going through the same thing as me and we share the same journey.
By Straight out of village5 years ago in Families
The Myspace project: My Father
I originally wrote this as a blog entry on Myspace in 2006. I was a 32 year old self proclaimed immortal with a taste for good cocaine and an eye for what made the world a beautiful place. I was smack dab in the middle of my glory days. Growing old was never a forethought or an option. Even when I look back at this moment in my life, a moment that I think many people would consider life changing or pivotal, in the here and now, it still hasn't really hit me yet. I don't think it ever will either. Ironically enough, the photo this is all about no longer exists, and yet somewhere in my mind it was significant enough to write about 14 years ago, and important enough still to post once again and talk about it. So here goes.....
By Anthony Salinas5 years ago in Families
Step Mom
Step Mom. Its the awful terrible term that women get cursed with as they get blessed with the love of a child that did not come from their own womb. Its the term with such a bad reputation that fairy tales often have an easy time coming up with a villain with its mere existence.
By SirenSavage5 years ago in Families
Dad
I thought you would want me. After all I was just your baby girl. It was us against the world till drugs claimed your heart as home. You let greed and sin claim your name. You sold your soul to Grim and a lie, believing you would become whole. But your hole was never filled so you beat me and you sold me. My body was no longer my own. what did I do other than call you Daddy? If this is what a father is then I truly don't need you...
By Mrs. Pensive5 years ago in Families
Me and Mom
ME AND MOM (A short story) It’s a Spring day in the countryside of Folkston, Georgia. The sun is bright, and birds are chirping like crazy in a tall tree that I try my best not to walk under. When I visit my friend Bobby, I have to go under that tree. Boy, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think the birds hold their poop to have a laugh at me trying not to get all pooped on. It took some time after coming home from Bobby house with bird poop all in my head and shirt to realize why my mom always asked me, if I was taking the umbrella. My reply would be the same, “The weather is okay mom. I don’t need it.’
By Poetic Empress- Original5 years ago in Families
Finding Dad
Who is my father? Who is this handsome old man looking at me through the cell phone screen, this cute young man with a ridiculous moustache, this blond little kid in an ancient sepia picture with angel wings in some type of pageant, this boy dancing with this girl, couldn’t be older than 15 but they were actually 23 and 25?
By Marilia Coutinho5 years ago in Families
A Different Kind Of Love Story
My father was a superhero. No really... he truly was. Daddy could leap in with homework help and kisses. He had a never ending supply of hugs and stories to tell. The man was amazing and boring and way before his time. Today is my father's 87th birthday. I always think about him, today is no different than most... except it's his birthday.
By Neccessary Brown5 years ago in Families
Consequences of Dependence
As far as I'm concerned, these past four years have been one of the worst years I've ever had to go through. I am 23 years old, and I am still being treated like a child, and rightfully so, as I live under their roof, and follow their rules. 2020 just happened to take the cake for just how much I want to jump in front of the nearest Bart train.
By Diana Rosales5 years ago in Families
Single parent buying guide
I think most of us can agree that being a single parent is especially challenging during the holidays. Between shopping, working, and still doing everything else to maintain your life daily, it can be a stress financially and physically. The pandemic has added an extra layer of stress on top of just trying to make ends meet.
By Lyndsey Culver5 years ago in Families
