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My Nan Died Today
My Nan died today. I’ve felt this pain three times before. The agony, loneliness, denial, anger, the guilt of the things you wish you had done & then the thought of how you’re going to comfort your parent.
By Emma Pilgrim8 years ago in Families
Everything Wrong with the Statement, "God Told Me You're Supposed to Be My Wife"
Going to school to be a preacher is quite the experience. Going into my fourth year marks me a senior. Since my first days of my freshman year till my dog days as a junior, there's one situation that never gets old. I never stop seeing it or hearing about it. A theology major creeps out an individual by dropping potentially the most theologically damaging, spiritually confusing, and controversial line in the realm of romance, "God told me that you were going to be my wife."
By Become. selfless8 years ago in Viva
Equine Soul
In many ways I was raised by animals. Not wolves or bears or eagles, and not a metaphor for horrific parenting. No, my parents were quite wonderful, for most of the years. I was raised by the constant presence of creatures I was not worthy of befriending or worthy of receiving their affection. Animals have a unique gift for forgiving people of their worst behaviors and accepting them in an absolute and necessary time of need. They simply save lives by existing. When my heart beats I can sometimes feel an echo of a thousand little footprints.
By Aly Ray8 years ago in Petlife
Queen Elizabeth II's Most Badass Moments
No matter where you live, the words "the Queen" almost certainly conjure up one world-famous monarch: Queen Elizabeth II, of the UK (and Canada, and Australia, and so on). In addition to being the longest-reigning and oldest living British monarch, she is also the grandmother of the ever-popular young Royal generation, Princes William and Harry (whose recent engagement to Suits actress Meghan Markle recently took the world by storm). But the 91-year-old Queen Elizabeth, or Lilibet, as her family calls her, is not all tea and crumpets and "my-husband-and-I"s.
By Em DiMonaco8 years ago in Viva
Why Shouldn't I Be Confident?
Being a woman is hard. They want us to be thin, then they want us to be thick. And sometimes, both at the same time. This is an everyday struggle that we all face.
By Mikaela Ball8 years ago in Viva
Behind the Scenes
My mom walked toward me in a solicitous was as I was stretched out on my grandmother's apple green couch. I remember how much I hated those couches when I had first moved down to Greasy Hill Loop, they were always so damn uncomfortable. I grew to love them, up until they had became a self-proclaimed throne of mine. My mom smacked my leg as she asked for paper, more specifically graphed paper. I didn't have to answer her at all, she already knew I did. From the many years I spent doodling, and hoarding sketchbook after sketchbook, I had accumulated stacks of paper of many different varieties. I ran off to my side of my grandmother's bedroom and searched for graphed paper, tossing everything aside, I was anxious to know what she had needed it for. I took the papers into the kitchen, and placed them neatly on the dining table. Surrounding the oval dining table was the three women of the house, the fourth slowly made her way down the hall. My mom, Evelyn, sat at the end with a pencil handy, and the papers laid in front of her. My sister, Earla, sat adjacent to her, this was her usual spot at the table. To the side of her sat my grandmother, Evangeline, she was silent and gazed off into the distance. Their demeanor and silence had made me anxious and curious. I turned and stepped into the kitchen, just as my grandmother Floria had eased herself into her chair. I opened the fridge and glanced over at the table, they were all seated so still, and not one spoke a single word. The TV was the only noise filling the empty space between all of us. I grabbed the nearly-ancient pitcher of iced tea and headed for the counter. I stood there as I examined the pitcher, and wondered just how old it was. I reached upwards into the cabinet for a glass, I could not take the dead silence any longer. I spoke. "Why are you all so serious? It is freaking me out."
By Kyra Kallestewa8 years ago in Families
My Rescue Dog, Charlie
I took a job as a volunteer in a small dog rescue. I told myself I wouldn't take any of the dogs home. I did pretty well for a while, seeing the new dogs come in and out.
By Paige Wylde8 years ago in Petlife
The Dreaded Hour Before Bedtime!
The hour before you put your child to bed is like the final mile in a marathon when you are so close to the finish line, yet depleted of all energy to cross it. Not that I have any clue about marathons. In fact, my phone has been beeping like crazy this week (since I had to start walking the school run) telling me "Well done! 15 minutes of continuous walking." I am sure the phone thinks that it has been stolen!
By Michelle Godfrey8 years ago in Families