family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
To my fiancé
To my fiancé. I hope you know that I truly do love you, Granted things are hard right know I know it isn't easy me being between jobs just trying to make ends meet and to be completely honest with you a lot of the time I'm not sure I can. Then I turn around amid all the chaos and stress life brings between the ups and downs, the I cant stand you, the i love you your there.
By johannes eberl4 years ago in Humans
Rapunzel
Dear Mom, I’ve never told you who I really am. When I was younger, you told me who I was, and I believed you for so long. Everyone had a pigeonhole in our family: the oldest, the middle, the youngest, the rebel, the loner. And me, I was the broken one. The fragile one. The one who couldn’t be expected to do what other people did, because I couldn’t handle it. The one who lived in a fantasy world and couldn’t understand reality.
By Stacey Post4 years ago in Humans
Adoption
Before we married, my husband (DH) asked how many children did I want. I told him maybe two; four at the most. He asked if I was open to adopting; it was something his family did and he wanted us to continue the tradition. His older brother was adopted, as were several cousins and an uncle. I told him, sure. Maybe we would have two children and adopt two. I really wanted to have at least one biological child. But, it was not meant to be. DH seemed to handle our infertility struggle better than I did. When I got to the place where becoming a parent was more important than giving birth, I was ready to adopt. First, I needed time to grieve.
By Kim Brewer4 years ago in Humans
Dear Mom, I Understand Now
Don't get me wrong; I love the cards and flowers I know you enjoyed being treated by your offspring too. After all, mothering is hard work with high stakes, brutal hours, a constantly shifting job description, and an uncertain retirement plan.
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Humans
Rewriting My Life
A fun fact about me is that I have 11 siblings. It's not necessarily uncommon to have that many. However, I didn't grow up Catholic, and we are decidedly out of the Baby Boomer era. Every time I bring that up in a conversation, people are surprised. Like jaw-to-the-floor surprised. I have to quickly explain that we all have different mothers and fathers. So while I do have an older sibling, I grew up the oldest out of six siblings. It's no wonder why I relate heavily to "Surface Pressure" from the movie Encanto.
By Mikayla A.4 years ago in Humans
It Is Not Hard…
Just like anything else in this world being a good person takes work. But it is far from impossible and could quite possibly be one of the easiest tasks someone could take on. Often, it simply involves tweaking how you already behave or live, by just a bit. Or many may be surprised that they are already exuding the habits of a good person, and they do not even realize it. Here are some tell-tale signs of a good person; where do you rank?
By #KristinaWrites4 years ago in Humans
Anxiety
Anxiety, my old friend. It seems I've lived with you my whole life. I do remember a time before you came to live with me. I was small, four, five, that happy age were the sun came up, Dad went to work. Mom cooked, cleaned the house. I can still smell the fresh laundry when she would bring it in from outside. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans from dad's garden. Life was nice. I knew mom wasn't always happy. Her and dad argued about things, they were loud, dad would get an odd look on his face, clench his fists, jaw, I could see a darkness, just for a moment and then it would be gone. He would go out to his beehives, his garden, he would hoe the rows, till there was a slick sheen of sweat on his forehead.
By Patricia Ann Thompson4 years ago in Humans
