family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Letter to Other Overwhelmed Mothers
I love reading parenting books. Well, not all the parenting books. Just the ones that make you think that you are not alone. You know the ones that talk about REAL parenthood. The ones that talk about how the days seem to last forever. What about the ones that talk about the loneliness of being home with the kids while your husband goes off to work?
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Humans
Happy eccentricity.
What is a job? Is it something we do for a living? Something that pays our bills? Does it define us? Is our job our passion that fuels our soul’s and mind? These answers will vary for each of us. If we are talking a job as in terms of monetary value and how we impact the world by our means of living, then I have a couple significant ways I impact the world. It isn't my favorite way of impacting the world around me, but I will get to that later.
By Gena Adamson4 years ago in Humans
Confessions of the Mad
If you don't love me, you're missing out. I have a ton of love to give, and I am loving myself more and more by the day. I am a total dork, but super chill to hang out with. I'm awkward and I struggle sometimes to write about anything interesting. Don't get me wrong, I'm a dope ass poet, but when it all comes down to it, writing articles are all new to me.
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Humans
Paternity Tests
When a man questions the paternity of a child, it is not an attack on the child but a question on the character of the woman. With women running wild today, paternity tests should be a standard requirement immediately after birth.
By Olufemi Oni4 years ago in Humans
"And the CNN Hero of the Year for 2011 is ...". Top Story - September 2021.
I looked around the spacious living room. The entire administrative staff from the Bumi Sehat center was crowded in, pairs of people wedged into chairs meant for one (Indonesian style), sitting cross legged on the floor, stretched out on the massive carved Chinese teak bed or leaning against the wooden walls of the joglo, or traditional Javanese wooden house.
By Liz Sinclair4 years ago in Humans
The Rays of Joy That Flow Through My Pen
My Dad used to tell me I was going to be a late bloomer in life. As it turns out, he was right. For most of my adult life, I've searched for "that thing" I do that defines me as a person. My husband found his calling, my son and daughter found there's but what is mine?
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Humans
His Name is Michael
His name is Michael. He asked me to call him Mick. His name is the same as a fictional serial killer, and we shared a laugh over that. He promises he isn't that bad. I believe him. He couldn't be if he wanted to. Not anymore.
By Kristy Westaway4 years ago in Humans
Vacation part 2
So I had found out that Jack and his sister owned the restaurant we had had dinner in that night they had inherited it from their parents a couple years ago I didn't ask what happened to their parents as it was not my business. Marie had been my best friends for years and had been there for me when Logan had cheated on me but sometimes it was hard to be around her and Trevor as Trevor was Logan's brother and their looked to much a like I tried hard not to treat Trevor any different but it was difficult at times. The morning I had just needed some time to myself so I was strolling through a antique book shop I loved antique books I found a copy of pride and prejudice one of my most favorite books when someone came up behind me 'good book' I jumped and nearly screamed 'it just me' Jack rubbed my upper arms to calm me 'I am so sorry I didn't mean to scare you' I stepped back 'well you did you shouldn't sneak up on people like that' I snapped 'Lily I am sorry' his face looked so sad 'no I am sorry Jack I shouldn't of snapped at you like that' his face lifted a little. I hated myself for being like this but with everything that Logan had done to me I hadn't fully gotten over it 'um... sorry you said something before' 'yes I asked if it was a good book' 'it is a good book one of my favorites' Jack smiled at me 'can I buy you a coffee as an apology for scaring you um... do you drink coffee I could buy you something else' 'I love coffee and that would be nice just let me pay for my book' I smiled a little it was the least I could do after snapping at him I had felt bad.
By Jessica Howard4 years ago in Humans
A Tree In Town
The old tree had seen a lot over the years. Children who swung on and climbed its branches had grown in to adults and started families of their own. Some stayed in their hometown, others moved on. Everyone had, at one time or another, plucked a pear from its branches. Most took a moment to appreciate the tree as they enjoyed the juicy snack. As of late, though, the tree had produced less and less fruit as time wore on.
By Ben Wallace4 years ago in Humans
perfumed memories
Home can be a place, a person, a feeling. Childhood homes are altogether more complicated. For Elizabeth, childhood meant dirty feet after a day of play. Feeling isolated. Breathing in the smell of rain. Possessing an overwhelming sense of longing. Home meant being a flower trying to grow in the middle of a corn field.
By Sarah Bruce4 years ago in Humans
Growing Up Religious
From a very young age I was raised with the belief that God was going to come down from heaven at any point in time and take the qualified up to heaven and spend eternity together. This was how they defined the second coming of Jesus, or the rapture. For the kids in my family, hearing this was a curious thing to wrap our minds around since there was no real agreement on what Heaven would actually be like, how God would be coming back or what that event would be like. Vague explanations left room for our imaginations to conjure up some pretty imaginative methods for the second coming. Let’s just summarize it with, the rapture was presented as the promise of all things grand and glorious and the absolute absence of pain and suffering. Anyone that didn’t make the cut for spending eternity in heaven was sentenced to a lifetime of pain and suffering in a much less hospitable location.
By Brendan 4 years ago in Humans
The Gift of Love and Stability
I grew up in a blended and separated household. One household of stability, the other with an alcoholic, abusive biological father. From a young age, I had to learn to live two different lives. No one asked me to, yet I knew I needed to. Being naive led to me believing that being with my biological father was worth the struggles he put us through. Coming to my real home, with my mom, I felt like I couldn’t tell her the things that really happened when we were with my biological father.
By Neil4 years ago in Humans