Lifestyle
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Nemo
When I was young, my first cat Onyx had passed away. A year or so later, my mom came home with this wonderful orange cat. She said his previous family refused to keep him and that if she didn't take him, he was going to be put on the street. So, she had brought him home to see how he would do with all of the other animals that we had. He adjusted well. He stayed in my room for the first week and would rarely come out from under my bed. He loved me. He was my cat.
By Caitlynn Irving8 years ago in Petlife
Why You Should — and Shouldn't — Volunteer With Wildlife
I started volunteering with animals nearly a decade ago, when I became a member of “zoo team” at the San Antonio Zoo. Since then, I’ve volunteered with sharks, baboons, bears, pumas, and more in South Africa and Bolivia. When people hear about my amazing experiences volunteering with wildlife, they often say that they’re jealous and wish they could do that too. I’m always careful with how I respond to those comments because, while volunteering with wildlife has made for some of the best experiences of my life, I don’t think it’s for everybody. Some people definitely go into it with the wrong intentions or misconceptions about what the experience will be like. That being said, here are some reasons, off the top of my head, why you SHOULDN’T volunteer with wildlife:
By Elizabeth Brandon8 years ago in Petlife
Being a Mom at 35
Yay! Congratulations on being either a first time mom or having another son/daughter. After the long nine months of carrying your little one around, this will get better. Right? It all depends on Mommy of course. As you may have heard, each pregnancy is different, which is true. With my first child, she was full termed and I experience no health issues whatsoever. This is when I was 30. But come to my surprise, this past spring, I was once again pregnant. I did break down in tears. Not for happiness, but for shock and disbelief. How could this happen? Well, of course I knew how it happened. But the timing was horrible. I was doing well at my job and was about to head back to school to finish up my pre reqs for pharmacy school. After everything was said and done, then it was time to make another sacrifice once again. Since I was hovering around being 35, there are more risks with this pregnancy than with the previous one. I thought it was bull, but it wasn’t. Thankfully I didn’t have morning sickness like others can have during pregnancy, instead the sense of taste was off. The foods I had enjoyed was no longer there. I had already swelling and shortness of breath (SOB). This continued through the pregnancy along with palpations, pelvic pain, and right towards the end, gestational diabetes.
By Elsie McMullin8 years ago in Families
An Open Letter to a Daughter Without a Mother
Every time I looked at her, it was like the first time. She had a smile like the sun. It radiated an exuberant warmth that enveloped and wrapped around you like the ocean; a smile that she loved to share. She was always yelling out of excitement, perhaps because she was always so happy to be around, to be alive. She told me, though, that way before we met, she wasn’t like that at all. She used to tell me about how, as a young woman, she felt empty. She used to say how alone and sad she always was. I always found it hard to imagine her being that way. I loved being around her. When we were together, it felt like nothing else even mattered. Everything she said sounded like music and even the silence was better when we were together. She was beautiful, she was my angel, and when she got pregnant, she was so much more.
By Cameron Dominguez8 years ago in Families
How to Be High Maintenance on a Budget
Every woman (most women anyway) spend their money on a certain thing: makeup and nails. While I was in college I had an obsession with makeup and my nails that even when I couldn't afford to, I still bought makeup and went and got my nails done.
By Alix Nicole8 years ago in Blush
For Mother
I stepped out my back door, closing it gently behind me, wrapping my coat tighter around me. The moon was making the fresh snow sparkle. It was so quiet. Nothing stirred in the night. My breath escaped my lips in repeated bouts of warm smoke. I smiled and sighed with such contentment my heart fluttered. I loved winter. Everything about it seemed to bring me to life.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Families
