I enter Junior High and find that things are changing fast. I take an interest in girls.
Mom has a new baby and it's a girl. Everyone is making a big fuss over her just because she's an old girl. No one wants to play with me anymore.
Do you sleepwalk? Ever wonder if your child will grow up to be like you? Did you have night terrors then sleepwalk as an adult and now your child is having night terrors and are you wondering if they, too, like you, will sleepwalk. That is if you had those two problems with sleep.
With Father’s day approaching, you may be wondering what to do. My advice is doing something special, yet simple, such as a movie day. Make some popcorn and eat junk food all while spending quality time with Dad. Here’s my top 5 movies to watch with dad for a pleasurable experienc...
In 2007, Richard Hammond left his Porsche on traffic and ran all the way to his home for 16 miles to make it for his daughter birthday
This is a letter a wrote to my sisters when my mother died. We had lost our father 10 years before, we lost our mother. I was only 35 and both my parents were gone.
Do you know the difference between attachment and tiger parenting? The field of parenting is full of theories, here are the top 7.
But what came to pick us up was everything but her dad in a luxurious vehicle. It was their gardener in a dirty old pickup truck. The back being fully loaded with broken glass, tin cans and lintels. I did not want to sit there, so at the top of my lungs I yelled: "Shotgun!" And ...
I lost my amazing dad twelve years to the day and this is just a short poem to show my loss
It has been 12 years since my dad passed away and this article is about him and how I felt his loss
Felipe spends an enjoyable night at home with his parents and Delilah begins readying things for her son's departure.
This is a profound piece of how actions in one lifetime are played out in future times. I am a participant in this action just as many participate in actions with their families...i hope this affords understanding for it is written with love...
In Imagination I return to my youth - today I am ten years old again.
Poem about my life, my family, the goods, the bads, and the proud moments shared between loved ones.
A short poem about the life my so called father gave to me
A couple of haiku's I've written on various topics. This batch involves haiku about my parents, breastfeeding, resentment and gluttony. Hope you find time reading these short poetry.
Two poems for dad, one dedicated to dad's love, other a child's anguish to his busy dad.
What really happens to those broken and non-functioning household items your significant other has taken away to "repair?"
Back in 1966 the morals and values of society were not as they are now. This is Karen's story, read on to find out more.
A short story about a father and his daughter's trip to Las Vegas his last year of life.
Ever wish you could go back and say the things you needed to say when someone was alive? Here are my thought to my departed father, and my regrets at thing left unsaid.
Despite the hardships of the time, my father who was born in 1879 lived to the ripe old age of 95 years. This is a tribute to my greatest teacher and the most remarkably man I have ever met - My Dad.
My Dad taught me how to grow a flower, how to watch a horse race and how to treat others. As we celebrate Father's Day weekend, let's pause to remember how much our fathers taught us.
My father is my friend, philosopher and guide. He has always been there for me and helped me along in my journey through life. Even though he is not here today, he is there with me always in my heart.
I'm not June Cleaver and I'm not Bree Van De Camp. I am not a Stepford Wife. But I do believe my home is less stressful because there is small stuff I don't sweat. Clean towels are one of those things. Read on to learn more...