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Letters from Yesterday
Under my bed, there is a box. Though most people have boxes under their beds, those boxes usually have forgotten toys, clothing, or other unimportant articles which would be just as well in the trash as they are under the bed. But the box under my bed is filled with some of the most important things to me. When opened, one will find colorful cards for about every occasion inside. Most people wouldn’t think twice about those cards. They are just pieces of paper with forced greetings on the front and a short "personal" message inside. For most, those things would be easily thrown away shortly after being received, but the cards within this box hold the most important thing in the world to me. The words of a father I never got the chance to grow up with.
By Zephryna Lunatari8 years ago in Families
My Hero Never Saved Me
Growing up most of us latch onto one person: someone you always want to follow or be around; someone you want to emulate; someone you think the world of. For most of us, that person is one of our parents. For a lot of girls, it’s dad. We’re all “Daddy’s little girl,” aren’t we? You choose Daddy over Mommy almost every time, because almost always he’ll say “yes” when Mommy tells you “no.” You live for the days you get to go places, just you and him; you look forward to Career Day at school because in your eyes your dad has the coolest job; you dream of the day your dad walks you down the aisle to your soon-to-be husband. All the things a girl needs, she can count on her dad. Right? Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? That’s what I thought; I mean that’s what the songs and movies say…
By C. Reyes8 years ago in Families
I, Parent
I am a parent. Before I became a parent, I, like so many others, believed I understood — in some inherent way — what parenthood is. After all, I have parents; I am a son to parents.
By Tim Matthews8 years ago in Families
Carleen the Welder
1923 was a good year. On February 16, Howard Carter opened the inner burial chamber of Pharaoh Tutankhamen's tomb and found the sarcophagus. Not much later, on February 22, the first successful chinchilla farm in the US was established. Also in 1923, Time Magazine published its first issue, the first sound in a public film performance was at the Rialto Theater in New York City, Interpol was formed in Vienna, Babe Ruth hit two home-runs in a World Series game and the first planetarium opened at the Deutsche Museum in Munich. Above all that, Carleen Bates was born July 15, 1923.
By Mitch Davis8 years ago in Families
The Day My Pregnancy Stopped
It took us a year to get pregnant when we decided to try for another child. We were on the verge of speaking to our doctor about fertility treatments when the test came back positive.
By Lizzy Phillips8 years ago in Families
Video Games — Not a Bad Thing
It is no question that we live in a technological age. Now, I do believe that being active is very important. I also believe that teaching our kids to be active is important.
By Ashley Robinson8 years ago in Families
Women Respecting Women
“What are you doing?” “What are you wearing?” “Don’t you have any respect for yourself?” Whether these questions have been directed at us or a woman we know, many women have learned, through the patriarchal society, that if we are participating in any activity deemed inappropriate or not "respectable," we are not worthy of respect. Women are often monitored on their clothing choices, sexual activities, drinking, or late night habits. Society polices women's clothing and bodies on a daily basis. These views are extremely misogynistic and lead to people, men and women alike, judging women's behavior in order to determine whether or not they deserve respect.
By Emma Pindera8 years ago in Viva
More Than #Metoo
Social media is in my head. It’s the train wreck I can’t stop myself from looking at, or the venue of marketing for my company, so a necessity, I say. Some days it’s the politics I can’t stomach, the absurd clickbait people I love and admire share, or other days it’s filled with the worldly horrors of mass shootings and natural disasters that I used to be able to escape by not watching the news and hiding on my social media. Not any more. I vacillate between eye rolling at oversharing and the need to add my voice, to believe there’s a purpose and people care what my inane opinions are... the struggle is real, as they say.
By J Leigh8 years ago in Viva