I had a conversation with a terrorist. I was appalled by her beliefs. Angry at the intensity of her hate. I couldn’t understand why such a monster lived inside me. It’s hard to love yourself because you know all the things nobody else knows. You see all the parts nobody else sees. You feel things…
Change. It happens whether we expect it or not. It’s how we get from one moment to the next. Each moment we can be one of three things. Better off. Worse off. Or the same. My daughter is studying Newton’s Laws of motion in Science class. This strikes me as highly relevant because all the…
Approving your friend request does not give you permission to send me a dick pic. Sure there are probably LOTS of people who would love to see your penis, but I am not one of them. IF I want to see it, I promise I will use my words and ask for it. IN FACT,…
Written by: Lisa Listwa Blogger at: The Meaning of Me Not too long ago, a friend told me I was brave. I think the word she said was brave… she admired my chutzpah in posting my whole and actual weight in a group setting focused on lessening our overall gravitational pull. The compliment did…
Title: Why does the creative spirit dare to #BeReal? Written by: Sarina Steinlein Blogger at: Sarina Steinlein Why do poets write? Why do artists paint? Why do musicians sing? What is this compulsion of the creatively minded individual? Some will say the reason for their sleepless nights and endless consummation of caffeine is a…
Written by: Amanda Eifert Blogger at: MandiBelle16 When I was about four-years-old, my Mom, my brother Justin, and I, arrived home to our condo after errands my Mom had needed to run. We started to get out of our van when a woman approached my Mother. The woman desperately needed money so she could…
Written by: Sarah Fader Author of Old School/New School Mom Inside my body I ache The door is open I stand outside of it The cool draft comes fast faster I feel it I don’t know how to make it stop make it stop I can’t make it stop the wind is so cold it…
Today my guest is Mel at PushingOurLimits. She wrote a poem that represents the devastation and harm bullying can produce. Please welcome the talented lovely Mel Douleur. A BULLY’S SMILE by Mel Douleur I smiled at you. A hope of what might be And with what I thought was grace You smiled back at me.…
TO BE YOURSELF Written by Sandy Ramsey Blogger at: An Honest Sinner One of the most difficult ideas for me to grasp in this life has been the concept of how to be yourself. When you grow up without the advice to do such a thing or any idea of how to begin, you sometimes…
I am fairly active on social media so I know, perhaps more than most parents, how insidious it can be. There are so many things parents should be aware of before they can help a child navigate cyber space safely. Although it can be a scary place, social media is at the very core of…
