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Unexpected
Mom, I know in recent years we've tried more to hurt each other less. It's taken a long time to get here. And I cherish that strength as much as I despise the lack of it. I don't want to go backwards. I don't want to reopen the wounds, or refresh the pain. But in life, no roads are as straight and narrow as you'd like them to be, and sometimes you have to take a step back in order to move forward. And it is in that uncertain hope that I'm cracking open this can of bloody worms.
By Phoenix Loken Dayze4 years ago in Families
A Dad Worth Fighting For. Top Story - May 2022.
My childhood was nothing short of idyllic. I grew up in a nice house with a big driveway that I could ride my bike around, a big backyard where I played soccer with our dog, and a dad that would do anything for my brother and me. Now, it’s our turn to take care of him.
By Katherine Carnes Coleman4 years ago in Families
The Regret of a Child
Dear Mother, Happy Mother’s Day! I wish I could be home with you to celebrate this global holiday. I know you have done so much for me when I was a child and there are never enough words to thank you for all that you have done. Raising me by yourself was difficult, and I am more aware of this difficulty today, as an adult. You always had my best interests at heart even when I refuse to believe you did. You wanted to raise me with the same ideologies your mother had raised you, in spite of how outdated those practices were. How could you know any better? How could you keep up with a rapidly changing world? It was wrong of me to think that you could and for that, I apologize. Our constant disagreements are evidence of the complexity of parenthood. I am writing in hope that you have forgiveness in your heart to restore the relationship that has become the diminished winter snow during spring.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Families
What I Want You To Know
Dear Mom: I love this picture of you as an Egyptian princess. You shine and I can see your inner light. You have always loved to dress up, to play, and have fun. I want you to see yourself, in your essence, sparkling, next to my letter to you. When I write from my innermost heart, you always tell me how beautiful it us. This letter is from my heart to yours.
By Deborah Thunderchild4 years ago in Families
"Fear is the heart of love"
I thought I knew fear and grief, but I didn’t. Not until you passed away, Mom. That day, I rushed out of the hotel and to your hospital bed. I just wanted a few last hours with my mommy. I thought that somehow, you’d miraculously come back from it, but I watched you slip over to the other side. I’m just glad you waited for me to get there before you went.
By Elizabeth Karns-Waters4 years ago in Families





