Lifestyle
For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
Our Adoption Story
Three years ago, my wife and I decided to start a family. It was the right time for both of us, and we wanted a child. Since we're a lesbian couple, we can't just have a child like most conventional couples. We turned to adoption. However, this isn't your typical happy adoption story. This is the side no one really likes to talk about.
By Linda Belcher8 years ago in Families
Caring for Your Betta Fish
Betta fish (commonly called Siamese fighting fish) are easy to take care of as long as they’re in the right conditions. If you leave them living in a cup at home, they’re going to go to the BIG fish tank up in the sky (you know what I’m talking about). I know, doesn’t sound very fun, does it?! So, if you don’t want that to happen, here are a few simple things you need to do to give them a long and healthy life!
By Mariam Kaddoura8 years ago in Petlife
The 'F' Word
It is the dreaded 'F' word; the title people scared their sons, and daughters, and wives, and husbands, and friends into staying away from. It seems to be more socially acceptable in this world to tell someone to "F**k Off" rather than someone "I am a Feminist."
By Bethany Hutson8 years ago in Viva
Pink Clouds
When I was nearing my tenth birthday, my older sister Ingrid had just turned sixteen. She attended the school across the street from our church, where the teachers allowed you to call them by their first name and art was an integral part of the learning curriculum. I practically begged Ingrid to show me her homework, and after teasing me for being a dork, she would pull pages upon pages of beautiful sketches and colorful paintings out of her book bag. And once my mother had tucked me into sleep at night, I would wait to hear Ingrid give a kiss and hug to my parents before going into the room across from mine for bed. Some nights, it took what seemed like hours for my parent's to go to sleep, but every time they did I would tiptoe over to Ingrid's bedroom and crawl in her bed.
By Megan Leahey8 years ago in Families
Snowflake Memories
Experiencing the death of a loved one is hard, to put it plainly. My first real experience with death was my mom when I was five years old. It is difficult to process feelings of any kind at that age. Let alone something as profound as death. It has taken years to comprehend and accept my feelings and emotions. I am, at long last, finally able to write down those feelings in a way someone looking in from the outside would understand. Perhaps, this will help anyone else dealing with a similar loss; just as writing it has helped me.
By Anna Themas8 years ago in Families
