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Even Miracles Take a Little Time
We all know the rhyme. So why is it that I'm yet to finish? Welcome to my bare all story of trying to conceive. So a bit about me. I'm 27 and recently married to the love of my life. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts—I fancied a guy four years my senior and he didn't know who I was until I was 18—a modern day fairy tale! Years later, we met again in a local supermarket and I fell into total and complete love. I've never known anything like it. It's the most natural high you can experience and let me assure you, you never want it to end!
By Hannah Mulcahey8 years ago in Families
10 Homemade DIY Eye Masks for Removing Dark Circles
Finding a great eye mask can be hard without breaking the bank, and forget spending under $30 if you're planning on shopping at Sephora. Instead, you can make your own homemade DIY eye masks with these ten simple projects to spice up your skincare routine.
By Kelsey Lange8 years ago in Blush
Failure of Flesh
It sometimes seems as if there is one correct form of body positivity: one that prizes cis, White, abled women thinking that they are beautiful. I am not the first to notice this, or the first to ask, where do I belong in this movement?
By C. B. Blanchard8 years ago in Viva
Through Dad's Eyes
This is the journal of a dying man. My kids won't know everything from my life. They're barely old enough to realize daddy is sick. I sit in this room in the back of my mother's house at 33-years-old and I am facing a hole in the ground that is about six feet deep. Part of me wants to just jump in and escape the pain I'm in. Part of me wants to rewind the time, undo the things I did that will take me away from the lives I created. Were the times I had getting myself into this mess really worth the price that they'll pay without me here; were they worth the price I'm paying now? Every day I wake up to pill after pill and another day of doctors and IVs just to get through. Maybe I'll be here for the next birthday, or the next holiday. Maybe... Maybe not. At this point in my life, that shouldn't be a question. The reality of it is—my reality anyway—is every day, every hour, minute, second, every breath is a question. I can only hope and pray at this point. "Give me one more, God, please just one more. I want to see my daughters playing in the park just one more time. I just want one more kiss goodnight. I want to get to read one more bed time story. I don't want to go now, God, please let me hang on for a while longer. At least until they know me."
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Families
Boys, Boys, Boys
I have not one, not two, but THREE smelly boys. They range in age from: 15, which translates to eating every minute of the day, body odor, a constant boner, very long showers, his phone is now a growth on his hand, and my aversion to EVER stepping foot in his bedroom again.
By Jennifer Terrell8 years ago in Families
Why Is It Okay to Be Silent?
I have PTSD, anxiety, depression, insomnia, and trichotillomania all stemming from the first time I was sexually assaulted. I have now been assaulted three times, all before I turned eighteen. I am constantly on alert. I am always worrying about if I'm being followed when I'm alone. I have trust issues because two of the three times I was assaulted I knew and trusted the people who did it.
By Madison Neal8 years ago in Viva
Mom Worry!
Ugh. I fell into the trap again tonight. I haven't done the mom worry since the last hospital visit Ian had to make. (That is one heck of a story I will tell sometime, but not today. P. S.: He is fine). Nope, this particular mom worry was over my daughter's little mouse. You see, Dorito—yes that's his name—has never been an active little fellow, but I love him all the same. He is a sweet boy with a good disposition. He spends most of his time sleeping, or hanging out on Emmy. But tonight when she got him out of the cage, she commented that his tiny ears were cold. Yup. Cold ears. folks, that was enough to pet him, worry, add more bedding, worry, check his food and water, worry. Google mouse colds! The mom worry went on for a solid twenty minutes.
By Dawn West8 years ago in Families
One Minute of Influence
It is no doubt that when you turn on your TV to watch a show, or even flip through the channels to see what’s going on in the news, an ad or commercial will most likely pop up. It’s not an innocent one either. It’s sexual and demeaning, or it can sometimes be outright racist and blunt in its message and it's not always on television, the same can be seen in magazines as well. What’s concerning is that everyone can see these ads. They’re everywhere. Kids as young as 10 can watch these sexually undignified commercials and have a certain intuitive as they grow older. Such portrayals can come off as "normal" when children grow up because the image has already been burned into their minds at such an innocent age. In Shafeeq Sadiq’s article, “Racism and Sexism in Advertising” upon explaining this logic, it’s clear that the idea of "sex sells" is applicable, however, there are many individuals who understand why anyone would pose a half-naked woman next to a hamburger, and other explicit pictures which have absolutely nothing to do with the food itself. It’s a form of commercializing which is well thought out to only degrade and over-sexualize a specific gender for the purpose of monetary gain. In this case, women and other minorities. When was the last time anyone saw an outstandingly attractive, blonde, and well-built guy on any food commercial posing an unnatural pose next to something meant to nourish the body?
By Hediye K8 years ago in Viva