humanity
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Welcome to the crazy life of Momboss
Hey ya’ll! Thanks for taking the time to visit my story! I am a mother to two little boys who are 9 and 11 so we’re hitting those attitude ages! I have a bf I’m madly in love with. We are currently looking for a new place to call home. It’s been exhausting searching for a new home. We’ve been together for a year and 3 months almost. We have been through he** with each other. If you come back and read my daily stories about my crazy life and how I should have died twice but the Lord saved me. I’m here to tell my story. Let’s say we’ve been to three funerals within a year. That seems like bad luck. Then we’ve both had serious surgeries this year. Those are crazy stories I will soon tell! Sneak bit.... firey car crash and a broken penis. Yeah! Crazy life like I said!
By Megan Moore5 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving? No Thanks
Family, friends and acquaintances convene every year on the fourth Thursday in November dressed in their Sunday best. They gather around a dining table–or the living room television–to commit the cardinal sin of gluttony while watching football or a televised parade. They prepare and indulge in an elaborate feast, all while sipping on wine and beer, bantering about this year's football season, bickering about politics and intruding in personal matters like your cousin's dalliances and your brother's weight gain. Thanksgiving, almost single-handedly, kicks off a nearly two-month period of utter commercialism, consumerism and blatant debauchery normalized by the vast participation of all of us and mere tradition.
By Jose Antonio Soto5 years ago in Families
I Remember
For generations my family lived over the peaceful hills. We were the earliest inhabitants, the only ones for the longest time. The hills were rich in nutrients, full of potential, and we expanded. Although life was hard, the atmosphere was pleasant, and we thrived off one another. In a sense, it was a perfect life, at least for me. I remember so much of my adolescence, always looking up to my elders, and striving to become precisely like them. In a way, that is what we all did, to become the same, to be healthy, and to nurture one another. I learned that from a young age, and continuously reached out to others for guidance and help when I needed it most, and even when I did not need it. Purely to build knowledge, to become wise much like the others. I wanted to be wise one day, I constantly told myself as I grew up.
By Jordan Gabriel Clark5 years ago in Families
Happy weekend
It's another weekend, a full and busy weekend. I will stay with my family at home this weekend. There are things to do every day, with his wife, with his son, with his daughter, cooking, shopping, shopping, washing dishes, etc. It is the life of a family.
By Bun bun svz5 years ago in Families
Thick as Thieves
Small towns are so much different than cities. Growing up in Puyallup I didn't consider my town to be a city, not until I lived in Jerome Idaho. We had one mascot for the entire town, The "TIGERS!" We had two neighborhoods that were considered "in town", the rest were rural homesteads and fancy houses in their own little world by the golf course. The roads were all grid pattern, we had one gas station, one grocery store, one bank and a post office. Plus all the little shops "downtown" off of Main St.
By Jordann Lee Myhre5 years ago in Families
My Life As I Know It
Not long after I turned 14 and my mom went to jail again, my dad was contacted to come get my sisters and me or else we would go into foster care. So he came and got us and had to hear about all the times that we were left alone and everything else. I had to leave all my friends behind that had my back no matter what. They would bring us food, keep me company when my anxieties would get too bad, and when my older sister moved out to be with her then boyfriend and father to her 2 oldest kids. They were my rocks and I had to leave them because my mom messed up AGAIN?!
By Lacey Cohran Kines5 years ago in Families
Diary of a Farm Girl
Diary of a Farm Girl Monday — I’ve been a lot of places. Rocked on the front porch swing in the Arkansas summer heat. I’ve tasted Smoky Mountain rain as I scaled the treetop ropes under twinkle lights. I have all but touched a Colorado elk in the wild. Still, there isn’t anything that comes close to a crisp Fall in Kansas. It tugs on one’s heart strings to hear the crunching of leaves underfoot. Crisp air biting at your nose, as it cleanses your lungs. Breathtaking views of endless hues, as maples and oaks say goodbye to Summer. Watching smoke roll from rooftops as you drive by homes. Watching as birds flutter in search of last bits of fruit and seed. You can feel the cozy and the peace. Everything else in the world can feel unstable, but when you’re standing on the blessed ground of Kansas in the fall… all is still. Pure bliss.
By Brittany Pennel5 years ago in Families
Open Letters to My Mama – Letter One
Earlier this year, I wrote my Mama a letter. I miss letters. I think they’re a skill that we are losing, and I think that’s sad. Letters are personal and let you say things that you can’t in a text, or even over the phone. My Mama is the most beautiful woman I know and she’s amazing, but she has no self-confidence and doesn’t realise how wonderful she really is. So, I’m writing this open letter, so the world has access to seeing just how much she means to me.
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Families
If you will have me
As I look out my window I see the amber light of the setting sun giving light to the dying leaves that softly and almost majestically twirl their way down to their final resting place. My swollen belly moves like something out of a sci-fi movie, and thought it hurts a little, it makes me smile. Every breath I take, like a ghost, gets trapped on the glass like another piece of my soul that is now gone. I begin to think of these past few months.
By Melissa Silerio5 years ago in Families
