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Candy Bars and Chemotherapy
I remember watching my father walk down the street, the bright yellow shirt with the solid black zigzag pairing perfectly with his bald head. An adorable Charlie Brown if there ever was one. He was laughing with my mother (who was dressed as Snoopy), watching my sister rushing ahead in a witch's costume as she darted from door to door. I had lingered slightly behind, trying to commit as much of the scene to memory as I could. After all, it was possibly the last Halloween I would get to spend with my father.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Families
The Weeks of the Cult
A week before my junior year of high school I picked out the all-important first day of school outfit. The outfit that would set the tone for the rest of the year. Like, the effortlessly cool girls would look cool no matter what, but I really had to work at what and who I wanted to be. This outfit could make or break me.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen4 years ago in Families
21st Century Fathers Are Awesome
The Family Backstory As I parked my car at the mall a short time ago, I saw a lovely sight. A father stood at the opened hatchback of his SUV changing the diaper of his infant. I further observed him talk to and play with his baby as he carefully secured its onesie. The father appeared to enjoy these priceless moments with his precious tiny one.
By Dr Deborah M Vereen4 years ago in Families
Tips to Raise a Baby
The truth is that babies cost a lot of money. They need a lot of things, which can make them even more expensive. The truth is that it doesn't have to feel that way. If you are smart and careful, you can raise a baby, without spending a fortune on them.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Families
Everything Was Fine . . .
I sat in the hair salon one Saturday getting my maintenance trim and I suddenly realized something about my surroundings. There was a young woman getting her hair all twirly-curled, faux-complaining about the shoes she ordered for her wedding (she clearly just wanted to talk about how cute and perfect they were), a young girl accompanied by her mom and grandma was getting especially dolled up for some upcoming event and the two mothers were there to make sure everything went smoothly, simultaneously giving directions to the stylist who was cheerfully taking their advice. Another woman, tinted and blown out, paid her bill, left a tip and, placing her tortoiseshell sunglasses above her wide grin, walked confidently out into the morning sunshine.
By Cindy Eastman4 years ago in Families
I'm Pretty Sure I May Have Just Become A Terrible Grandparent
It was hot as hell, and I couldn't believe they didn't sit our group inside. Yet here we were, sitting in a covered patio with old school fans blowing warm air on us on a 95 degree Texas summer afternoon. And worse than that is we were about to be served some chips and salsa.
By Rick Martinez4 years ago in Families
A Letter To A Lost Loved One.
"You will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly-- that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp" Anne Lamott
By Amanda Russo4 years ago in Families
Immigrants Among Us
On January 28, 2017, a protest was held at JFK International Airport to oppose the implementation of then-President Trump's executive order (#13769,) that called for a suspension of all immigration to the United States for a period of 120 days. As hopeful immigrants were being turned away, I remembered being an impatient three-year-old in that very terminal, waiting to pick up my new baby brother who was flying from Vietnam with a plane full of other refugees. The plane of war-orphaned babies and children was held up at customs in Paris for nine hours, and people were afraid that their children were going to be turned away. More than forty years later, the place where we had once welcomed these immigrants, was now turning other hopefuls away.
By Allison Rice4 years ago in Families
Pygmalion Marigold
She hoped there would be more time, but a small part of her was already quite sure that Norman would never wake to his favorite sound again. The unpleasant whistle of the male cardinal. It seemed natural to her that Norman’s favorite bird spoke such a funny language. The little beast’s song was notoriously difficult to describe in words, but sounded to her, like an exact replica of Norman’s snore, just higher pitched.
By Bridget Harvey 4 years ago in Families
