Lifestyle
For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
We Always Loved You
I got her when I was ten. I lost her by twenty-three. She’s a part of my growing up, maybe even the biggest one. Anyone who’s been through what I have will understand. Anyone that hasn’t most likely can’t. But that’s okay. I don’t judge. When it happens, it happens. Pain or freedom. That’s the choice. Your decision. Not hers, but yours. Freedom for her, pain for you, and vice versa. There is nothing you can do when you’ve done all you can. You had the time you had together. You always knew it wouldn’t be forever. Sometimes, I function. Other times, I break. It’s getting better though, or easier at least. At times, it feels difficult to express what I feel. If I do I think that I will lose myself, isn’t that scary?
By Feliks Divelli8 years ago in Petlife
I Found Myself When I Quit My Job
I would never personally suggest women return to a 1950s lifestyle. I can only imagine the horde of women marching up to my door with torches and pitch forks demanding my head for that one. Women have strived for decades to earn an equal footing in the working world with men. Before a year ago, I would have laughed at the idea that somehow, giving up my 9 to 5 job might give me a more fulfilling life. In fact, I probably would have been the woman supplying the lighter for the torches.
By Kimberly Adams8 years ago in Families
Michael Jackson...Because I'm a Good Mom
He’s captivated by the drum beat and fire eaters in "Remember the Time" and enthralled by the dance moves in “Bad,” but his absolute favorite is the harmonization of "Earth Song." Ever since my six-year-old son heard the opening intro to “Bad,” he’s been hooked. He loves anything Michael Jackson, and comically, it’s almost become an unnatural obsession. He begs for me to play Michael Jackson songs on any car trip longer than five minutes and studies the dance moves of the music videos on YouTube.
By Keisha Simpson-Baker8 years ago in Families
Things I've Learned from a Great Father About What Makes a Good Man
The things I’ve learned from a great father about what makes a good man are many, to be sure: honesty, hard work, generosity and a sense of humor. If you ask me about my dad, I’ll tell you these are his four most salient characteristics and the four values I strive to embody—I’m not sure I’m nailing it, but I’m trying, every day, to follow his example. Doing so makes me a better man and a better father.
By David Porter8 years ago in Families
Just Good Friends?
There has been much written on the Friendzone, and its counterpart the Fuckzone, by people of all genders and opinions on this dismal dichotomy. Experiencing the horrors of this trap is shitty for all concerned. In the interaction between two humans, one suffers rejection and refuses to deal with it, and another has to work around a set of feelings and expectations they never asked for. And there are the bystanders, the friends and allies of either party, sometimes helping, sometimes enabling.
By Katy Preen8 years ago in Viva
Being a New Mom Really Sucks!
When you're pregnant, you have all of these blissful aspirations about how wonderful everything's going to be. You think about the kind of mom you'll be, and how your birth will be prefect. Sometimes this happens, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes the baby won't come out or your blood pressure skyrockets. Because really, you can't control your birth. You can have an idea about what will happen. But it's my opinion that birth happens to you. You can read. You can plan. But in the end, you are ushered into motherhood with a squirmy, wonderfully squishy baby.
By Shana Nizeul8 years ago in Families
