I’m very much pro-choice, but I could never have an abortion myself. I’m also 30-something with a house and a very good salary, so more than able to care for a kid. I’ve always wanted kids anyway, so I decided to keep it. I told him as much, and that he was free to be involved or not, but I didn’t need his money.
We both realized that you were no longer the sweet, caring Grandmother we had always known. Somewhere along that past year your sanity had slipped away from you.
While I do think our country faces a much bigger question around education and the appropriate levels of funding for it, I wonder if we can all play a small part in trying to better understand the situation at our own school.
Our motto is to “raise brave kids” that are not scared or fearful about the world and that learn to love and impact this world in mighty ways.
We must remind ourselves that we are not spectators of this world watching a high-definition movie on the big screen. We are this world.
I missed his booming laugh that I craved but heard so infrequently, but I felt relieved. No more forced once-a-year calls, no more pretending that our relationship was natural and okay as it was. I felt horrible for feeling relieved.
She’s more like a friend than a family member. You’re comfortable talking to her about everything.
You taught me that I was a person worth saving.
When I conjure up memories of what it is like to be raised by addicts, I get a sepia toned movie reel that contains both months of nothing but frozen meals as well as instances of laughter while being ticked by my mom.
No matter how thin you were, all you could see looking back at you in the mirror were your imperfections.