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Grandfather's Pocket Watch
He moved slowly from the hospital bed to the bathroom. I watched his agony. I looked over at my grandmother. She sat quietly, his pain reflected in her eyes. They had been married, my grandfather and grandmother, for over forty years, and had raised two daughters, my aunt and my mother. And now she watched him slowly die.
By David Stoner9 years ago in Families
The Day I Lost My Son
The day I lost my son was like any other day. I woke up at god awful in the morning and made coffee. My husband came down and we made breakfast while waiting for the kiddo to come down stairs. I remember sitting there, reading random fluff on the internet via my phone, with occasional sips of coffee. The next thing I knew, my child was curled up in my lap, trembling against my chest.
By Kelley Pace9 years ago in Families
10 Reasons Toddlers Rule!
Toddlerhood is my favourite stage so far. Seriously, terrible twos, threenager – why does the world take such a negative view of this vibrant time in a baby’s life? When I thought about it, I quickly realized that to be fair, most stages of childhood and adolescence are judged harshly and labelled negatively. Poor teens certainly don’t escape the judgement levelled their way.
By Abellona T9 years ago in Families
Nature vs Nurture
There once was a boy who was energetic as a young child, subdued as a teenager. He because increasingly troubled as his family life broke down. His mother and father divorced, and his violent fantasies grew. He committed his first act of murder just after he graduated from high school. For the next thirteen years, this man lured other young men to his home where he killed them and mutilated their corpses. In total he killed 17 men. His name was Jeffery Dahmer. Dahmer is an extreme case of deviancy, but the question arises. What made Jeffery Dahmer behave this way? Was he just born with the predisposition to be a serial killer or did his social circumstances lead to his actions?
By Danni Greer9 years ago in Families
A Short, Wartime Bedtime Story
Necla opened her hazel eyes at the sound of an immense explosion. She bolted upright in her chair and ran to the dingy room at the end of the dark corridor. Her young sister was sleeping still, miraculously, a torn doll tucked under her dirty chin.
By Busra Bayram9 years ago in Families
Postnatal Anxiety
I am a mother to two fabulous children. I am alive. These are two important facts you need to know. You need to know them because the latter fact is one that I wasn't sure would be true following their births. I will start from the very beginning, and if you are suffering with anxiety while reading this, take a break every so often to process each part of the story. I promise it helps.
By Fliss Goldsmith9 years ago in Families
