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commitment-shy
I’m scared of holding babies. For context, I’m great with kids. I teach music lessons for a living, with students ranging from four years old to retired (and I don’t ask their ages). I taught preschool music for three years and had a splendid time wrangling two-to-five year olds who could form rudimentary sentences and scream song lyrics back at me.
By Addison Horner6 months ago in Families
2023:
I know I say this every year, but 2023 was a year full of a lot of change for my little family. I started the year off barely working one job and being a full time mom. Ben was working two jobs, and we were living in a pretty awful place. We had a still pretty new baby, and we were still mostly struggling through our days, trying to figure out how to be parents.
By Hannah York 6 months ago in Families
Trauma and Death Has Made Me Like The Holidays Less
Not to be a "Debbie Downer" (no hate to Debbies of the world), but the holidays have become more unenjoyable. Before you call me a Scrooge or Grinch, hear me out! As you can tell by the title, I have had a fair share of trauma and death in my 30 years of life. I believe this has led to me not being so holly jolly during the beloved trio of major holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's).
By Steven Rice7 months ago in Families
10 Years
I can feel their eyes on me, people looking me over as I speak to them wondering why I haven't shaved or look disheveled. It's because I can barely look in the mirror anymore, whenever I do all I see is you. As I brush my hair back it looks like your hair, I grow a beard and it's your beard. Even the bags under my eyes are exactly like yours, it's inescapable.
By John P. Creekmore7 months ago in Families
Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving
Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving D. A. Ratliff I came from a family of foodies. No, not those who loved a delicate soufflé, a creamy risotto, Beef Wellington, or a classic French pastry, but those who loved food—simple, well-cooked food. Any occasion in my grandmother’s Appalachian Mountain home involved food. My Granny Stella always kept a pot of beef stew, chicken and dumplings, or vegetable soup on the stove in case someone stopped by for a spell.
By D. A. Ratliff8 months ago in Families