Three-year-old Nina leaned over her best friend, enthusiastically jabbing a toothbrush inside Ava’s mouth. Nina’s recent dentist visit inspired a new version of creative play. Ava lay prone on the couch, her face scrunched in discomfort; she kept her mouth open and soldiered on with the prodding and poking. Nina hunched over her, brushing intently, and noticed Ava’s distress.
“It’s okay, Ava. You don’t have to like it,” Nina informed her.
She nailed it. There are countless things we do that we don’t like. Cleaning toilets is second only to cursing and fighting with my printer when it won’t work.
My bestie Laura once confided that I’d had considerable influence on her as a mother. …
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do, too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.
— Joyce Maynard
Let me know if you can relate to this situation:
You tell your loved ones you’re having a kid. Everyone then proceeds to tell you how wonderful being a parent is. They’ll tell you about all the fantastic memories you’ll create with your child. …
Several years ago I casually mentioned to my adult son that I wasn’t going to put up a Christmas tree, and a rebellion ensued; “It won’t even smell like Christmas! Where will we put the gifts? We ALWAYS have a tree!!!”
I didn’t intend to write an article about the holidays, but this might be important to you. I use the phrase “might be” because I’m not sure what’s important to you.
That’s the point; I have to ask.
I’ve made the mistake of assuming I knew what was important to the people I love, and I’ve learned my lesson.
The first Christmas that none of my children were living at home I thought I could be done with Christmas trees. The kids would return home for one week during the holiday break, and I planned to dig out some decorations and string lights over the mantle. …
I’ve continuously lost in life. I’ve lost love, loved ones, family, and friends. I’ve lost astounding amounts of money in a fraction of the time it took to acquire it with absolutely nothing to show for it after — other than maybe a sad story to tell.
Some days, it feels like all I know how to do is lose. Which is ironic considering how much winning once meant to me. I had to have the last word to win arguments. To land the last punch to win fights. …
What this U.S. Presidential Election Means to a Puerto Rican
The day after the 2016 U.S. presidential election, my dad, who had been visiting us in N.Y., announced he was cutting his vacation short and returning to the relative safety of his island, Puerto Rico. He looked depressed and discouraged. I had never seen him like that before. He pounded his fist on the counter like he had done when I was a teenager and felt disrespected by me, then cursed the blind and ignorant people who would vote for a man like Donald Trump.
A little less than a year later, my husband and I visited Puerto Rico when Hurricane Maria slammed into the island. We had known it was coming but decided to stay so that my father and grandmother wouldn’t be left alone. No one expected the ferocity of the hurricane. We knew it would be bad, but we didn’t expect ‘end of days’ bad. The destruction caused by Maria is indescribable with just words. …
Quick link to charity:
Did you ever have to fight for the right to be educated? Did you ever wonder if it was possible for you to make it past the eighth grade, let alone attend college? When COVID-19 hit, did you worry that your education would be taken from you forever?
Girls living in remote of villages of India face these problems, and often ask these very questions.
When the pandemic hit the world unexpectedly, it was clear that everyone in the world was in the same storm, but not in the same boat. This is especially true in regards to Pardada Pardadi Education Society, an organization trying to fight gender bias and provide education to girls in rural villages in India. …
Are you happy with your life?
Do you think you can have more, be more and do more? Do you believe that somehow if it’s not because of a certain person or some situation, you would have soared in life?
You will not get over it until you wise up and take responsibility for your life.
It’s one of the most boring and tiresome words ever. And do you know what else is? It is this — you are responsible for your life. Your ultimate success depends on the choices you make right now.
That means accepting full responsibility for the quality of your life and for your results. Although technically you didn’t solely create the outcome, you definitely contributed in a significant way to whatever happened. You are the creator of your own destiny. …
The spiritual 5th Dimension feels a lot like religion.
Christianity holds the idea of “Heaven” as the salvation that humans will achieve in return for leading a “good” life on this sin-filled planet Earth.
Christians have a deep faith in this belief of an after death salvation from the present suffering that they are experiencing.
Similarly, many, if not most New Age esoteric teachings today hold the spiritual “5th Dimension” (aka “5D”) has the salvation that humans will achieve in return for leading a “good” life on this lower 3rd Dimensional planet Earth.
Followers of these 5D teachings have a deep faith that the Earth is ascending to the 5th Dimension at this time, which is will be our reward for all the present suffering that the planet is enduring. …
Nature speaks to me. The woods and trails call my name longingly like a lover to come back. Drawing me back into its arms and enveloping me in the canopy of trees, meadows, streams, and mountains. When we are in tune with nature, we are in tune with ourselves and our world outside of our home and work.
Hiking is cathartic for me. I hike with my husband and, at other times, a friend or two. We usually make a day of it, taking breaks for photo opportunities and grabbing a bite to eat from our backpacks. There’s usually chatter about our past week’s life experiences, what’s on tap for the upcoming week, or where the next hike might take us. …
I was six years old, and it was game 6 of the 1993 World Series. Our apartment was three blocks from the Cottman and Frankford Avenues intersection, Northeast Philly’s very own version of the infamous Broad Street.
Remember the kid who drunkenly climbed the street light pole after The Phillies won The World Series in 2008, before having the very same people he was celebrating with throw full cans of beer at him from below?
Well, that perfectly sums up Broad Street celebrations.
Cottman and Frankford is no different. I saw the exact same thing happen there with my own eyes after The Eagles won the Superbowl — and this time the poles were greased. Didn’t stop us. Neither did the likely potential of unopened cans of beer being thrown at you for no reason. …