Since age two I’ve had the same set of goals: be a writer and have a family. They seemed pretty simple when I was a little girl. 1,117 more words
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BY: JAMES F. O’NEIL
Each of us can relate somehow, some way, to a cold winter morning. Well, perhaps most of us. Yet a few of us have such a gift they can relate to others their own experiences with cold and winter mornings (poets and storytellers especially). 709 more words
You’re what’s “termed” the absentee father, a father who’s never there, who’s always late, who never fulfills his promises to his children.
You had never been there for me, growing up, I was all alone, without anybody’s assistance, sure, I owed you, for these clothes on my back, my school fees, along with other amounts of tuitions, and everything that money bought! 143 more words
I am having one of those days where everything I have ever done feels like it has amounted to nothing. Don’t get me wrong, these days, more often than not, I have moments where I am awfully proud of how far I have come, especially considering there was a very real time where I was not considering life beyond 21, but every now and then, social media kicks you in the gut and suggests that, … 228 more words