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My Love of Freedom as Lived by my Pacifist Grandparents from Russia
How fortunate I am to greet each dawn in safety with love and freedom to dream of tomorrow to leave a legacy? Another good day of freedom to work, play, raise a family and fulfill one's purpose ... the way we all deserve to live.
By Annemarie Berukoff4 years ago in Families
How One Missed Call Reminded Me To Appreciate My Family More
It's a Wednesday afternoon. I just finished drafting up an article when my son woke up crying from his nap. I carry him downstairs and we start our mother and son dance party. He's 1 so it's more like I dance and he wanders around the carpet while I try not to step on him.
By Katharine Chan4 years ago in Families
GOING THROUGH THE ROPES
THE PLANE LEFT CHICAGO en route to Columbia, South Carolina, the first part of a split to Charlotte. If there were military personnel aboard, I could not tell because there was not a pickle suit in sight. There was only one familiar face and that was my assigned buddy; a designated companion to endure the hardship of military training... an escort of sorts. Neither were very sure of who ordered the "buddy plan" but it was to be appreciated in the long months to come. For these two, training was more of a summer camp... the summer camp neither had managed to attend as a child... than the torture it was designed to be. They enjoyed the inundated hell out of it. (excuse the french) Sullivan and Williams looked at the secondary transportation provided for the final leg of their trip to Fort Jackson and shrank away, forgetting their military... or soon to become military bearings. It was a prop... a small twin propellor plane. A four seater with only enough extra room for a pilot. The "grunts" who were to accompany them in this contraption boarded with no problem. Neither of these two women had seen such a tiny plane and were concerned about their welfare, their return, their lives, etcetera. Sullivan went back inside to purchase flight insurance for the trip. If she was going to bite the dust, it wouldn't be in vain. At least her kids would eat.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
What is true love?
Whatever be the time or circumstances, true love never changes. The feeling of true love can improve even the worst of the worst. True love is like God, about which everyone talks but very few people feel it. In this love, we care for each other more than our own life. He is called true love in which there is a fear of losing each other.
By J M 11 tech4 years ago in Families
How to Find Your Purpose in Life: A Step-by-Step Guide
How many times have you asked yourself the question, "What is my purpose in life?" It can be a difficult question to answer, especially if you're not sure where to start. But don't worry, because in this article, we're going to help you find your purpose in life.
By Alain Saamego4 years ago in Families
CAN YOU HANDLE IT?
To my Mom.... Can you handle it? If I knew I was going to be now but knew it before, what would you tell yourself? Could I handle it before or I guess I was just getting ready? Have you ever been in a situation where you lost your belongings? In any situation, lost your belongings? It’s awful. It makes a mark on you. You would probably like to know how this would come up in my head while I was folding clothes. Of all the different times of the day, and different things we do during the day, folding clothes was just what helped me remember.
By Regina Mauldin4 years ago in Families
Don't be an Outlaw, Mom!
Mother-in-laws have been the brunt of many a rude joke and ever so many complaints. Both sons-in-law and daughters-in-law have mistreated these wonderful women as much as they have been mistreated, so I guess the playing field is level.
By Gail Allyson King4 years ago in Families
The Carlson Family
Leah floats around the world enjoying serving as a volunteer in refugee camps, low-income neighborhoods in the US and many times in the jungles of Brazil. Since she does not have to work to live, she works to serve and learn. Truly enjoying the world that has been laid at her feet by her wealthy family. Her grandfather a poor immigrant born in Russia about 1800 came to America from a small farming community located just outside of Moscow. His birth name was Vladimir Kara. He later changed his last name to Carlson to fit in after his arrival in America.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Families
The Boogey-Man
I was ten or eleven years old at the time. We lived out in the sticks, the boonies, the back water swamp area of Livingston County, Michigan. You might be familiar with the place. Howell, Byron, Cohoctah. Everything in Michigan is named after Indians. Wyandot and Gratiot? Indians. And just as the Native American Indians lived off the land, those who live way out in the country do the same, to a much lesser degree.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Families





