There’s something really nice about walking into my Nana’s house. I’m not sure if it’s the Banksia wind chime hanging from the living room rafters, the cosy (if not slightly musty) feel of the carpet under my feet, or the Vasolined cupboards that keep the ants from munching on a multitude of treats that my Nana can’t even eat. 452 more words
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As often as I must hear the song “Let it Go,” I couldn’t help but write my own parody based on our adoption journey. Some of you (especially those still on your journeys) may be able to relate to this adoptive parents’ parody of Idina Menzel’s song… 72 more words
A 8×8 inch scrapbook. Ordered by my friend Nila for her aunt. I make this scrapbook using Prima Marketing “Fairy Tale”.
The idea for this scrapbook is to keep the memories in simple scrapbook. 25 more words
Household of violence and turbulent life filled with Yelling and screaming and cussing and fighting Boy growing up thinking it’s alright To punch kick or just smack his wife Cuz his mama accepts it as a price to be paid For the good life her victory not being a maid So it’s normal for him to see a woman as a slave Boy graduates to pimping in tenth grade His first girlfriend he forces to fuck his friends On this he says their relationship depends On this stipulation manipulating the ends Of her freedom he says it begins on a bed Just the price to be paid for being a woman The mother of fallen grace eaves drop the solution Youth cannot choose to put stops to the pollution It’s you mommies and daddies who must end the confusion