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CAN I ?.. A MOTHER'S THOUGHTS.
Sometimes my ability to do things amazes me. Sometimes I wonder can I do this? Seeing the smiles on my family's faces gives me strength. Sometimes the weight of the world pulls me back down. Thoughts overcrowd my mind. Wondering how my parents would have handled it. Do I make my family proud? Is there more that I can do, or am I doing too much? Is everyone safe? Did I do what I was supposed to do today? and the one that wins them all, the question of the day. What's for dinner?
By Melissa Marie Federico4 years ago in Families
BEING A '90S KID
Does anyone else remember the days when mud pies were a thing? When you could play outside all night as long as you stayed in the light and in the distance where you could hear your mother call when dinner was ready. When you didnt need a pool to get wet, just a water hose a hole in the ground, and you can dry as long as you keep playing in the sun. Not to mention getting hurt was a huge secret or you would be called stupid for doing whatever it was you were doing and you better have learned.
By Melissa Marie Federico4 years ago in Families
Running in My Dreams
Running in My Dreams… By: Shawnee McAninch I have been horse crazy since I got my first pony at age 8 and immediately dreamed of my first horse. Growing up on a small farm in Ohio… dreams were not something to indulge in. But looking back today on that life, I’ve realized that my childhood made me the person I am today and over the years my dreams have come to pass.
By Shawnee McAninch4 years ago in Families
Small Town, USA
Small Town, USA, population 14,000. Nestled ten miles out from the interstate, forty miles from the nearest major city, and the last stop on the commuter train. Fields of green pastures, corn and cows will guide you toward the big smiling “Welcome to Small Town” sign.
By Bridget Vaughn4 years ago in Families
The Collie
Spirit has a gray snout, and his eyes are cupped by gray crescents. When the wind blows back his ears, and the sun fills his eyes with amber, his grin, with the violet flesh and yellow teeth, and lazy tongue which is so free, is that of a silver scholar. He is a sage, now that he hobbles over to sit on my feet. Then he rests his head which smells of the dirt of the garden where he had been rooting on my knee. With my arms around his neck, I kiss him anyways. Of course, it isn’t all so sentimental.
By G. Arthur Clynes4 years ago in Families
As Family Requires
“Stop! Mom! He’s scaring me again!” screamed the little girl. “Tristen, what are you doing to your sister?” their mother sighed, as if she had heard this story before. “Just telling her about the owls in grandpa’s barn and how they use their deadly claws and night vision to hunt for little girls named ALICE!” he shouted while jumping to spook his sister yet again. “AHHH! MOM!” she screamed, only fueling her brothers fire. “Oh stop it Tristen,” their mother exclaimed. “Where did you hear any of that anyway?” she asked boldly. “Miss Maggie told me,” he replied. “We talked about it in science class, which means it’s true!” he followed with, while grinning an evil grin to his sister. “Nothing is going to hunt me, right mom?” Alice asked, while quivering slightly. “No hunny, nothing is going to hunt you,” their mother replied, glancing at the backseat with a reassuring smile. “But what about all the ghosts?” Tristen snickered. “Oh would you stop! We are almost there. You two can’t get along for ten more minutes?” their mom asked, hoping to quell the storm of impatience for a moment longer.
By Kevin Faulkner4 years ago in Families
Everything Has a Reason
In this life, your mother and I learned that misery may love company, but happiness attracts the misery of company. Despite my transgressions, your mom cared for me deeply. Since the first time I saw her sitting on her grandma’s stoop peeling oranges, I haven’t stopped thinking about her one dimple smile. She was the prettiest well-mannered tomboy with her muddy Reebok tennis shoes and all those barrettes on top of her head. Unlike the other cute city girls in Palm Beach, her hands got dirty in that muck soil. Her great granddaddy inherited that thousand-acre land after the hurricane flood in ’28 from his pale-looking momma.
By Kimberly D. Dantica4 years ago in Families
