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The Current Effects of Evolution on Our Christmas Traditions
Nostalgic but Fond Memories Today I received a video through my Facebook Messenger. The video is about a Christmas tradition in Puerto Rico. This tradition is a “parranda.” It brought many memories from when I was young. It was also very nostalgic for us - my husband included. We enjoyed the full 7-minute video and reminisced about that time in our lives.
By Debbie's Reflection5 years ago in Families
Christmas
During the holidays there are some of us that have a hard time. It might be something as simple as finding a Christmas gift. For others, it can be something greater, such as finding the Christmas spirit when they feel that there is no reason to be happy or celebrate.
By Rebecca Schoenfeld5 years ago in Families
Superpowers
It's very hard for me to tell this story in a way that others can understand. I just hope it's all much clearer written down.
By Sylver Boswell5 years ago in Families
I made the conscious decision to epically fail this Christmas and here's why
What were your first thoughts about Christmas as a child? And now, what do you think of when you think about Christmas as an adult?
By Amy M5 years ago in Families
Superpowers
I have a lot to say, but I may struggle just a little trying to get it all out. This story is not just hard to explain, but hard for someone with a closed mind to believe. So just hang in there because what I'm about to tell you will have to be broken into more understandable pieces.
By Sylver Boswell5 years ago in Families
Why Am I Not Grateful?
When my mother, who I was estranged from for twenty-eight years, said she’d rather leave her house to me than my sister I must admit I was tempted to grab her in a bear hug and dance around the room with her! Yet, I stopped to consider my younger sister, who is both poor at keeping in touch and won’t have much of a pension due to spending twenty-two years of her life not working at the behest of her controlling baby daddy. I too, in the past, have been hopeless at remembering close family birthdays, and friends’ birthdays stood even less chance of being remembered. I try harder these days.
By Karen Madej5 years ago in Families
Family Insanity
So to begin, I understand every family has their up and downs and skeletons in the closet. What many people may view as a picture perfect family could have many dark sides to that picture. I know it sounds repetitive, since there are many songs, weird movies, and much more on such things. But to me each one is different. You may have a family that abuses physically or one that does so mentally. Mine mostly dabbled in the mental portion and a little in the physical. This is part one of my family's insanity. To begin, my parents divorced when I was about 4 or 5. My mother gained custody of my brother and I, and moved to Texas. We stayed with our grandmother for a while and eventually got our own small house there. As far as I can remember, it wasn't too bad there. Eventually, my grandmother moved to New Mexico to live with my aunt (mother's sister) and her family. Not long after we followed suit. From what I remember it wasn't too bad at first. It was difficult during that time because for my mom to be a single mother and barely be home due to work was difficult. With that being said, my mother's father and her brother moved in as "help". My grandfather wasn't really an issue, he was okay. My uncle on the other hand not so much. Granted to some people, they may not have a problem with how he handled us. On weekends he would have me clean the whole house, while my brother had to go in the backyard and pick weeds and clean dog poop. Sounds harmless, right? Well for me it wasn't that bad, but it was opposite for my brother. With doing his outside chores in the blistering heat, he was not allowed to come back in the house for a break or to get water. And to give a better perspective on the situation. I was maybe about 7 or 8 when this began, which means my brother was about 5 or 6 (he is 2 years younger than me). Yep. Not sounding that great, huh? And as time went on we began to see the difference in treatment, not only by our uncle, but from the rest of my mother's side of the family as well. I know this probably isn't the best beginning to a story, but I feel like this is the best way I can tell it. One piece at a time. Maybe then I will feel the weight lift from my shoulders and possibly start letting go of the past and create a better future for myself and my own family.
By CC Carr5 years ago in Families
Christmas Memories
Christmas Memories I remember when Christmas the holiday used to be fun and joyous. Not so commercialized like it is today. You used to enjoy time with your family and friends. Sometimes it was a time for old friends you have not seen in a long time to come around. Reminisce about days long past. Children now a days would not know of what is was like before. All they seem to look forward to is what will they get under the tree.
By Dina Severino Todd5 years ago in Families
My Cherie Amor
The Big Chicken My mama don't do dope no more I can hear her praying to God sometimes . I think God really helped her change herself.
By Hopscotch Street5 years ago in Families
The Life of a Misunderstood Women
I always hated school, not because I didn’t know how to do the class work given to me, but because I always felt like teachers abused their authority as teachers. They would intentionally provoke our characters and try to get a reaction from us just so we can fear that they would tell our parents. But little did they know, that even though in my time a phone call from a teacher would lead to physical discipline from parents, once our parents would receive so much phone calls, they would eventually get tired of it and ignore them all and we eventually use that against the teachers. At least i did!
By liana cortes5 years ago in Families
The Beginning Part Two
The first thing the Lady from CPS did was walk to our little table where we were sitting and eating. She looked around the living room, and then moved to the kitchen. The two police officers stayed near the door and observed the CPS worker. No one said anything. You could feel the tension that was left by the silence in the apartment.
By Heather C. Beck5 years ago in Families
My 3 Biggest Life Lessons From Being Estranged From my Parents
I ran away from home at 16. As an adult, being an ‘Elective Orphan’ has become a part of my personal brand. But these days it feels like quite a small part of it.
By Sarah K Brandis5 years ago in Families