parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Moms are y'all okay? I mean really!
Hello Moms! How is everyone? I mean for real. How are y’all? Please, don't say fine because I can see that you are not. Guess what? Me either! And it’s okay! It’s nothing wrong with you feeling this way. People try to paint the picture like motherhood is perfect and in reality it’s not. If you were to go look at my social media, you would probably think she is the perfect mom and she is doing great. So, why aren’t I? Let me tell you, pictures can be deceiving!
By Anatonia Garcia6 years ago in Families
Bridging The Gap
I just turned 32 on June 16th. That was the first time I can recall my father ever saying “Happy Birthday.” Hmm..well he texted me and didn’t say “Happy Birthday,” he just acknowledged that it was my birthday. Take your wins where you can get them (slaps knee with laughter.)
By Richie Moon6 years ago in Families
Happy Second Mother's Day
Yeah, we don’t celebrate Father’s Day. Fuck it. I am a single, white female who didn’t grow up poor but we were definitely not rich either. I grew up in Southern California on 10 acres with extended family. I had a good upbringing and had nothing to complain about. However, I grew up without my biological father, and that was a fact that everyone enjoyed throwing in my face.
By Mae McCreery6 years ago in Families
Hurt
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face it’s been so long since I’ve heard you’re voice, sense of smell, you’re touch and everything else about you. You told me how proud you were but I just walked away like if only I knew what I knew today; I would hold you in my arms just to get a hug once last time, I would so take the pain away weather your in a war zone or due to this cronoavirus or whatever is causing you pain right now. Thank you for all you’ve done. I wish you could hear me saying that I forgive you for all your mistakes.
By Lizzy Arrow6 years ago in Families
Lesson learned from my father
To tell my story, I must pay homage to a painful past, to a time when the world found itself in the thralls of hatred and division. The history I speak of does not even belong to myself. It belonged to my late father, a professional actor by trade and psychological refugee of the past. While my father never faced the horrors of the Nazi concentration camps, the loss of his parents at the hands of Hitler's regime resulted in deep scars that would accompany him through the day. His memories were like a silent personal assistant whose primary task was to remind him of the parents and family he had lost at Auschwitz. A fuller description is necessary to understand the quiet legacy that he would bring to each of his relationships. My father was born in Berlin, Germany, in1926. At that time, the threat posed by fascism was believed to be inconsequential. The conscience of Germany's voters would allow the destructive tendencies to ravage the country. People of conscience would never permit the rantings of the Nazi party to determine the country's fate. That was the belief at the time, a form of psychological denial, passionately embraced by intellectuals and more than a few historians. The country's cultural life gave little indications of its apocalyptic future. A free press still existed.
By frederick Hurst6 years ago in Families
7 Nigerian Fathers spill Worst Father's Day Gifts.
Wrong gift for the wrong person. Because I knew father's day was coming up, I wanted to write an article that would be relevant to the day. I've been getting a lot of emails and lists about the "Best Gifts to Get The First Man You Ever Knew in Your Life". I get the promo codes for free Father's Day shipping. I get the buy one get one free promotional deals.
By Jide Okonjo6 years ago in Families
Never Having A Father!!
I sit every year trying to find the words. EVERY YEAR! I sit here thinking, hoping, praying this will be the years; the year I will finally be able to come to terms, to understand, to gain closure about how I feel about Father’s Day. I am not sure, this is the year, nor do I believe I will be able to completely do this conversation justice, however I am confident because this is the year I can actually begin to look at it. To give more context, for Thirty six years, now I have just swept my feelings under the rug, asking why I have to deal with this again? I don’t want too, it is too painful, I just want to speed through, and get through. I am so glad, that was then, and this is now; but before we can deal with the now, we must deal with then, because its time.
By Erik DeSean Barrett6 years ago in Families
Five Ways that Being a Father Will Change Your Life
1. Being a father can make you less reckless in your decision-making. Let me elaborate. When I was younger, pre-marriage and fatherhood, I was only responsible for myself. If I made a reckless decision, such as going bungee jumping, and I happened to break a leg, then it would have only impacted me. Having dependents makes you think before you just jump into something that may negatively impact your family. Even many little decisions may have a large impact, good or bad, on your family so think before you act.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Families
What it’s Like Moving Back Home
The Coronavirus pandemic has caused many changes around the world. Many people had to move back into their childhood homes in order to social distance; I was one of them. When the pandemic hit, my college made everyone leave campus months early in an effort to stop the spread of the virus.
By Brittany Morrison6 years ago in Families
Growing Up
My name is Ussainato Marie, I was born on 06/04/1992 the day I came into this world I always knew I was a daddy's girl. My dad would spend a lot of time with me. When he comes home late from work I would hear the keys jiggle in door and I would stand up at my crib and wait for him to come get me out the crib. 2 years later I turned 2 years old and my sister Nisha was born on 06/27/1994 my dad left my mom for another woman.
By Marie Mendes Djalo6 years ago in Families
Part 1/3: Lost my virginity at 6 years old & Danny DeVito is a douche.
Growing up, the VCR (the ancient edition of what you now known as the DVR) was a holy and sacred black box in an otherwise unreligious household. My parents are both Jews, but we were far from religious. Other than the actual family gatherings that took place a county over at my aunt and uncles’ home on Long Island, which was about the extent of our religious background. Those stopped when I was 10 but we'll get into that later. The VCR was so vitally important for one reason, and one reason only - General Hospital.
By JaimeTheJew6 years ago in Families
