family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
My Experience with CPR
I can’t recall the exact time a call for help rang into my room but early Friday morning, I heard the panic filled scream of a family friend, Amanda, followed by the chaos of finding my grandfather unresponsive. I sat up in my room. I can’t recall if I had been sleeping or not at the time. Regardless, the sound caused by my father screaming made me realize that something was wrong.
By Sasha Boileau9 years ago in Humans
Sex, Kids and the Single Woman!
I urge you to read through this post before you comment. Young, nice body, and four kids by different men is not a good look for any female. Unless you have recently been divorced or widowed, you are an exception to this popular opinion. I am referring to women who are competent and choose to make poor sexual decisions. I understand that slip-ups happen during a moment of intimacy, and I understand your choice to live a wild and loose lifestyle. Do know that there are consequences for each of the previous actions that can result in a child or two.
By Ashely Moore9 years ago in Humans
Staying Together for the Kids
The picture above is what is considered the 'norm' and is referred to as a nuclear family. A nuclear family consists of Mom, Dad, and two kids. Why one, three or more kids would be a problem I don't understand, but let's leave that to the experts. A nuclear family is what is considered the 'ideal' for raising well-adjusted, healthy and happy children. Some argue that keeping the family structure together is of the utmost importance. I argue that this is total bull***t. Not only can I speak from personal experience, as a child whose parents 'stayed together for the kids', but having completed a psychology degree I've come across a lot of research that supports it. These are some, just some, of the reasons why divorce can sometimes be a blessing.
By The 'A' Girl9 years ago in Humans
Why Do Black Women Consent to be Side-Chicks?
You know them. You may even hate them. Better yet, you probably are one or used to be one. Side-chicks, mistresses, and the other woman have become rather relevant in our black communities. There is not too much of a difference between the three terminologies associated with the woman who is with a taken or married man. For the purpose of this article, I will use the terminology side-chick.
By Ashely Moore9 years ago in Humans
Low self-esteem/Low confidence
It all started when I was a child. I was taken away from my family when I was three years old. I ended up in about 5 different foster homes before I was put in a home that would become my forever home. I honestly always thought that I wasn't actually apart of the family. I was always treated differently than the rest of my siblings. I never got all the cool toys, I would always be in trouble for something that I did not do, and I always had to clean the entire house while my siblings just sat around doing nothing. I was always told I was ugly and that I would never find anyone who would want me because I was too much to handle.
By christine rivas9 years ago in Humans
Life In An Abyss
Her life was an abyss. Dark, empty and cold. It all started when she was just a little girl. Her mom's dead body lay in front of her with blood everywhere. She was covered in her mom's blood but little did she know that would be the last time she would see her mother. You see, she was only five years old. So she really couldn't comprehend what was going on around her. All she knew was that now she had to listen to her brother. He was nine and her role model. The only thing he told her was that she had to change her clothes. So she did. And while she did that, her brother placed a blanket over their mother. Then this tall man came inside the house a couple minutes later. He acted as if everything was okay. We did the same, too. We said nothing. We lived life as normal people. The only difference is....normal people do not have a dead body in their home. It took a while before people actually knew that our mother was dead. But the tall man got arrested and mommy had her body burnt.
By Lashell Greene9 years ago in Humans
Segregation of the Mind
As the bottle of whiskey I'd swiped from my mother’s stash got lower I could feel myself going numb. The fear of where I was going slowly slipped away and there was room for nothing more than the anticipation of who I was going to see. My feet felt as if they were slipping away from me as I stumbled past the cookie cutter homes. The trees that looked as identical as the houses during the day turned to villainous shapes of demons in the night.
By Alisha Felder9 years ago in Humans
