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Michelle Schultz8 months ago
30 Journal Entries to Self Discovery—Day 20
Hello all! Welcome to day twenty and day twenty-one! Yesterday was a little chaotic and I missed my writing time so here I am! I'm sorry if you actually missed me yesterday. But you get two of me toda...
Malorie Anderson9 months ago
Delilah's Story
I grew up in a small town in Illinois. All there was there was corn fields. The high school even had a ‘Bring Your Tractor to School Day!’ every year. Half the high school kids were farm kids who basi...
Kym Matthews9 months ago
Dear Mom
You raised me. You know what I was taught. You know how my brain works. You know stubborn I am, how hardheaded. You know I think before I make decisions, even if the thinking process is just me saying...
Adeline Cooper10 months ago
Freedom's Restraint
I have to say, my life has truly been blessed. I've been told that my childhood and even teen years have been better than my oldest siblings. I've been told that I have more freedom to do things than ...
Shafiah Khabeerah10 months ago
To Be or Not to Be a Mompreneur
At the heart of every great mother should be a stable, secure, and strong woman who knows her worth, role, and value. As you can see from the photo above I am a proud mother of six beautiful children ...
Drew Lindsey10 months ago
Seventy
Kentucky Plowboy Visits Europe
Kara Li 10 months ago
Forgiveness
The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make was taking Jonah off life support. I was his mother, I was supposed to protect and shelter him from the evils in this world. It’s my fault he’ll never see hi...
Silvia Quiroz10 months ago
A Little About Me
New day. I'm feeling good, overall. I have three boys, 15, 12 ½, and 11. I am truly blessed to have been with my husband for the years we have been together. We met when I was 18, fresh out of high sc...
Gino Collinsa year ago
How Did I Let It Get This Bad?
I was always quick to brag, I have three children from the same man who I've been with for ten wonderful years...such bullshit. Well, at least the wonderful part. For the past six years, I've been mak...
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Harley Tuckera year ago
Moving Out Leads to Freedom
I remember moving out like it was four weeks ago—only it was. I will never forget the look on my mother’s face when I told her that I would not be spending another night under her roof, but under the ...
Here Captain! Dear Father!
For some reason I always picture my father in the week where autumn turns to winter. It’s his favorite time of year because it’s where he feels most comfortable, which makes sense because my father is...
Hope Martineza year ago
My Parents Don't Know They're Racist
I'm unsure why my parents still have a hard time seeing me with a black man, when at age eight I had a 50 Cent poster and cried when Morris Chestnut got a girlfriend in a movie. They've had plenty of ...
Taking the Blame
If you read part 1, " He's the one!",you may be wondering, what happened within the family to put them against me in such a sudden and odd way. Why would they do such a thing? What did I do to bring t...
M&B Musingsa year ago
Paper Houses
When I was eight years old my father told me that we had money problems and so I brought him my piggy bank. What was only pennies and dimes to most were riches to me? Even with what meagre savings I h...
Sadee Fryea year ago
Pet-Peeves of Mine
First things first, pet-peeves are often used to describe things or actions that really get on a person's nerves. I have quite a lot of those and often far too many to name. Yet, I've managed to come ...
The Kid Adult
So, it all started when I was nine years old, that’s when my parents had it tough. They would leave for work to pay of the rent, they couldn’t afford a babysitter so I had to stay and take care of my ...
Randi Dubéa year ago
What If..
Everyone has their own story, with a different beginning, middle, and end. As you grow up, you picture how your life will be ten or fifteen years down the road. Then as those ten or fifteen years cree...
Dawn Ma year ago
Her Story: My Father Was a Drug Addict
Growing up as a child, I never had a good family. I knew my parents argued a lot about money and when they got too loud, I'd hide in my mother's closet. I figured this was normal because I never seen ...