Lifestyle
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Mother Is a Verb
This is not a letter to my mother. It is NOT some grandiose trip to make others dig real deep for some sympathy for the little girl that was abandoned by her mother. Truth is there are a lot of kids out there with situations just like mine, if not so much worse. Kids feeling that longing for a connection, to feel loved. However, this is not for them either. Not yet, anyway. This is a for MY mother. This is for me and how I learned to become a woman that socially carries the "daughter" title without a true understanding of what that means. This is for all the fears I carry with me because of her.
By Ash Bennett8 years ago in Families
Yet Another Story About Consent to Read with an Empty Stomach
My bones, my teeth, my skin aches when I think about the girl. I need to sit down and light another smoke. The girl was young, but she felt a like derelict of a sailboat left rotting on the bottom of the ocean, where silence screams with its mouth shut and fish stare back at darkness with dead eyes.
By Clara Malaussène8 years ago in Viva
To My Mother Who Left Too Soon
Hello Mom, It's been too long since I last spoke to you, in person that is. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I could call you or visit you just to see how you're doing, to hear your voice, to know you're there. You left too soon, too soon for me to tell you all the things I wish I could so I'll say them now if only for the hope that somehow you can hear them.
By Kasey Gilbert8 years ago in Families
From Savior to Destroyer
I am a military brat. I have never been in one place long enough to forge relationships with people. I was born on one coast and moved to another in my early childhood and that is when my life began to spiral downwards. My mother is a raging alcoholic. Whenever my father was away, she would beat my older sister for any reason she could find. My sister protected me from the physical harm but there is only so much shielding possible from the psychological and emotional wounds that have long since turned into scars. One night after my sister was nearly choked to death she ran away only to be found hours later by California police, despite the bruising already forming on her neck in the shape of hands, the countless scratch marks on her arms and face, her clothes being torn from the struggle, the police reprimanded her for running away. They never said a word to my mother who was still drunk even at that point. Fast forward two years and my sixteen-year-old sister admits to having a drug issue in order to be sent back to our home on the east coast when in reality her drug problem didn't begin until she was home.
By Celest Nyte8 years ago in Viva
Judge Yourself
There is a huge problem with society today where people try to make other people's lives their business. Maybe this was caused by the media, or over sharing on social media, or even just plain human nature; but it needs to stop. This problem exists everywhere but the worst one by far has got to be mom shaming.
By Heather Mason8 years ago in Families
Finding a Lucky Penny
It was 2004. I was in the first half of the fifth grade and my sister in the second grade. I had been asking (begging) for my parents to get a dog for as long as I can remember. And one day, seemingly out of the blue, they casually mentioned that they were considering it. Now I don't quite remember how I reacted, whether it was stunned silence or screaming my head off, but I know I was excited beyond belief, and so was my sister. This was the first time we really had a chance at getting a dog.
By Celina Campbell8 years ago in Petlife
Meant to Be a Mother
I have always know that, above everything else in this world, I was meant to be a mother. However, there were many times in my life when I questioned if I would be able to have my own children. It seems an odd thing to have always wanted to be a mother, even as a child. That is who I am in my soul, I am a mother.
By Kylee Darryl8 years ago in Families
