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Our house in the middle of the street
Our home, in the middle of the street One house, 3 cultures Love is in the air, every day, every second, every year, every moment. With all the difficult times life brings every day, our home, our house is our welcoming refuge. For many, the final frontier for hoarders, the hideout for killers and robbers.
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Families
"Real" Life Hurts
People say a picture is worth a thousand words, and I would agree. However, oftentimes we judge a picture based on the 0.3 second glance we give it. At first, you may see a happy and joyful mother and daughter enjoying their time on the ocean. With just a quick glance, it looks as though my life is on the up and up. It might appear that I am filled with glee. I may seem as though I have everything put together. I am the strong leader. I am the faithful follower. I am the caring friend, the shoulder to cry on, the one you can depend on.
By Mariam Michalak4 years ago in Families
Fake or Real:
“Let’s get an artificial tree this year,” I blurt out. “They look so real, with lights already installed.” My daughter’s jaw drops and her face rearranges into that, have-you-lost-your-mind expression she has perfected over the past two years as a teenager. “I can’t believe you said that!” she gasps. “Christmas wouldn't be real with a plastic tree and by the way, did you know that the first artificial tree was made by a company who manufactured toilet brushes? Do you really want a giant toilet brush in the corner of the living room?”
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Families
Family is Frequency
Meet the Jackson family ,The Jacksons are an incredibly authentic influencer family with over 338,000 followers on Instagram. They have an undeniable faith like no other . Did I mention every member of the family are comedians , especially baby Judah!
By IAM SimplyShan4 years ago in Families
Excommunication of the Self...
Originally written by Olivia Petrus. Oct. 7th, 2007. I stared out the car window at the green open fields enveloped in the early Sunday morning light. The car moved slowly up and down the hilly road that led us past the Illinois countryside. I noticed the birds soaring freely in the blue skies and watched the cows graze, while the horses galloped in and out of the stereotypical barns littered across that Middle-of-Nowhere Town.
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Families






