Lifestyle
For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
Addiction
Sometimes I wonder if it was suicide, a way out of misery. A life left alone, old and frail, a life where if no friends were available for fun then life wasn't worth anything. He seemed so confused about what was the right thing that the bad things were hidden in the obvious. We all knew he had a problem but we couldn't talk about it. It hurt too much.
By Juliaa &&kidds8 years ago in Families
Chaos and Messy Kisses
My living room is trashed; my kitchen counter is covered with dishes (mostly bowls and spoons). Toys that were meant to stay in the play room have somehow managed to invade my bedroom. To say a hurricane flew through would not be an understatement. The hurricane has two legs and arms, a bottomless stomach and curly, wild hair.
By Chandra Harrison8 years ago in Families
Upside Down Pacifiers
We all start out the same. Biologically, we all come into being the same way. Of course, there are different methods of this happening, but when all is said and done, a baby is born. From the exact moment we let out that first cry, we all embark on different journeys: a one-of-a-kind story that no one else can repeat to exact replication.
By Brooke O'Neill8 years ago in Families
What Is a Mother
I was not allowed more than a few years with my mother. I don't remember much, and what I do remember is fuzzy. I remember pizza, ice cream, but having a lot of "time out" as well. I also remember dark nights curled up next to her after having nightmares, and hearing her talk about someday buying the house she had rented out. It was obvious that my mother worked hard. She had a hard life dealing with abusive boyfriends, an underpaying job, and two children. I never understood that at the time, so looking back I wish I had more positive experiences with her.
By Buck Mobbs8 years ago in Families



















