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RIP Momma
Life is never meant to be easy, but I never thought it’d be this hard. At nine-years-old, my mom passed away from a brain tumor. I remember getting the news. The immediate heart ache—it’s a feeling you can’t forget.
By Angela Travis8 years ago in Families
A Bracelet With a Name on It
All my life I had this bracelet. I looked at it occasionally and found myself wondering why I was looking at this silver men's bracelet. It was small for a man in my opinion. The name "Craig" was embroidered on the outside of this bracelet. The name Craig was stuck in my head since childhood. It was the name of someone evil, someone I have no memory of. The name Craig was my father.
By Jacquelina Cain8 years ago in Families
Everyone, Always and Often
"I can't get a pulse." "Uh, what? Are you sure? Try her wrist." "There's nothing." "What about her femoral artery? Try that."
By Millington Lockwood8 years ago in Families
Gaining the Trust of an Orphaned Kitten
Adopting an animal has always been something I wanted to do, but there were so many "what if's" that I always backed out of actually doing it. So when my beloved cat passed away after being hit by a car, I can honestly tell you that adopting another kitten was the last thing on my to-do list.
By Mikayla Walker8 years ago in Petlife
Blessing in Disguise
I used to wonder how people could have kids so close in age. I always had a thousand questions running through my mind like, “Why would someone want to do that to themselves?” and, “How do they deal with all the stress on a daily basis?” None of my business, right? I know a lot of you are thinking, Why is she being so judgmental?
By Jessica M8 years ago in Families
Cutest Supportive Bras for Big Boobs
Ladies and gentlemen, I have big boobs. Like, really big. As in, my largest bra size was a 38L. (No, that's not a typo, there are real L-cup bras.) Nowadays, I'm down to a 36G, which is still apparently pretty darned large since it's close to halfway down the alphabet.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Viva
Should My Dog Sleep on My Bed with Me?
As a dog owner and avid dog lover myself, I have always been curiously fascinated by this question. My little guy Theo is a toy poodle, so he’s always been small enough to snuggle with at night. For the most part, you won’t even know he’s there. But how many times have I heard from other fellow dog owners (my mother included) that dogs shouldn’t be allowed on the bed? Too many times to count. We hear stories about kids with autism or children who have disabilities that are coaxed into comfort with the companionship of a dog. A dog’s presence is unconditional and pure, without any harmful intentions that cause pain, hurt, suffering. We as human beings continue to collaborate with dogs to create a harmonious environment for those around us on a daily basis.
By Delilah Jayde8 years ago in Petlife
Gordis (Fatty)
Yo soy gorda. I am fat. Not always have been. I was actually pretty skinny until the eighth grade. The only other time I was chubby was when I was a baby. Old VHS home footage shows me scooting rather than crawling, and my chubby cheeks were my best features. My nickname was "Gordis," a cute way to say gorda/fat (Anything in Spanish that has endings with -is, -ito, or -ita is meant to be cute). But I have wondered lately when I stopped being called this name that feels, I don't know, good? Warm? Nostalgic? It stopped at some point, before or after I got fat, I honestly don't remember.
By Selena Villegas8 years ago in Viva