humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Metaphysical Maternal Lineage
Our mothers are our life givers, generators, organizers and dispensers. As babies, we go to our mothers because they are our nurturers, our story tellers. Not to say that our fathers are not important, they are our providers, but in a world where patriarchy exists and women are looked down upon, Shelby is creating and building a positive connotation about the power of a woman and feminine energy. Once you tune into your femininity, it’ll give you an even greater sense of who you are and your roots of where you come from. There’s great power in it.
By Shelby Maxine6 years ago in Families
Life on the inside
I don’t even know where to begin, or maybe I do and that’s just it. I need to start at the beginning, which beginning? My childhood? My teenage years? The struggles of coming from a broken home and a family who lacks the ability to provide unconditional love and support. The time where becoming the black sheep of the family not only means being the black sheep but yet somehow always feeling like I am a kid begging for approval. There are so many places to start and in so many ways have now shaped me int the person I am today and I am becoming. I am here to share with you my story, my experience, and my missions. So let’s get started....
By Emily Organ6 years ago in Families
What Makes Me Glow
I am not sure what routine makes me glow. Is it my morning coffee or my shower at night? I enjoy my first cup of coffee in the morning playing my games before my children wake up. I do not get much time before my four-year-old wakes up and starts to cry that he wanted me to stay in bed with him. No, he has not stopped crawling into bed with me and his dad at night. In fact, our current situation means that his bed is in our room still. We have five bedrooms, and they are all occupied.
By Natosha J Selsky6 years ago in Families
Life Goes On
It was February 1996. We'd done it. We'd made it through the first year of marriage. This included a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, a high risk pregnancy, a head-on auto collision, premature labor and delivery of our baby girl, followed by an aortic dissection and open heart surgery for me. So what else is there to do, but go ahead a open some very belated Christmas presents? It was actually the last thing we felt like doing, but the lights were still up on the house and our tree, and friends and relatives were anxiously waiting to have us all back together. Christmas was here, and I was happy just to be alive and that our baby was healthy. Did I mention, she had colic? She was not tolerating the formula and I could not breast feed because I take blood thinners. So, we had to keep trying different types of soy formula/cereal blends until we discovered one that would fill her up and help her sleep longer, yet not upset her stomach. All we wanted for Christmas that year, was a good night's sleep.
By Carrie Partain6 years ago in Families
off my damn chest hh
Chapter One The setting takes place at the house aside from my earliest memory instead I’d say I was about 9 years old when the cruelty and torment started. I was very rebellious and willing to stick up for myself to my dad and my mom. My mother is a tricky person to describe she was both real and fake at the same time. even now she is the same, but I guess she is more free spirited these days.
By MrBake Wave6 years ago in Families
wondering where to go
It seems as if there's something in my life that does not quite seem right! I feel alone and vulnerable, nothing I ever do is not good enough. It is as though my whole life; I have been told I have to please people. I am one person who has decided to take a different path in life, I have decided to live for me. It took me years to realize I am the only one to make myself happy. I am married with one kid and even that is confusing. I haven't even been able find me; I have focused on everyone else that I don't know who I am anymore. I feel as if I can't trust anyone, it's all little white lies that pile up to make it easier for them to avoid me being upset. My marriage is on the rocks, I'm struggling to be a mom with teen child who is confused about herself. I need to make money; I want to buy a house; Simply put I just want to have a real life. I feel like I missed out on so much, and been controlled, manipulated, given certain ultimatums because someone else decided that this is the way we should live. I feel as if it's like my opinion never mattered ever. I am a woman, so therefore I must do what women do and completely comply with your silent expectations of me!
By Lindsay Woods6 years ago in Families
Childhood memories
Growing up in the 70's was fantastic. The early years, I of course don't have very many memories but there are a few. My family lived with my Grandma in Sugar house, Utah. We lived on a tree lined street in a single family home. There were two bedrooms upstairs however one was being used as a den. The basement is where our family lived. My parents had the family room, and my older brother slept on cushions on the floor. I slept with my Grandma in her Room upstairs.
By Lee Naylor6 years ago in Families
