Search and rescue

candidkay

My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.”

She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back on a life filled with worry about making the right choices and realizing, in the end, most of those choices become irrelevant.

I was torn between staying at her bedside and going back to Chicago to take care of my kids. I felt I did not have a choice. My kids needed me. I was the glue in our household. But my mother needed me also.

Recently, I was worrying about the right job, the right parenting, the right financial and life decisions. As I’m sure many of you do. Few of us are immune to trying to game the system for the best results.

In most situations, you can stay put until…

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That’s why they’re called privates.

gendermom

M.’s dad and I toured a new afterschool program this week. M.’s neighborhood pal, Poppy, goes there, and we thought it would simplify things if M. went, too.

We arrived a little early for the tour, and the director looked at her watch and said, “Oh, I’m so glad you’re early.  Let’s sit down and talk.” Great!  We could get our questions answered about the school before the other parents arrived.

We sat in tiny chairs at a tiny table.  She crossed her hands and gave us a serious look.  “So. M. is ‘trans,’ right?  Is that  the right word?  ‘Trans?'”

Huh? I thought we were going to talk about their art program.

Sigh.

“Yes,” I said. “M. is transgender.”

When I called to schedule the tour, I hadn’t thought about the fact that the director’s step-son used to live two doors down from us, beyond the fact that…

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Wrestling with childhood heroes

verseherder

A glow
in the dark
turns fireflies
into cheap
lanterns

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Sad but true: Childhood bullying is a good preparation for cycling on England’s roads

Helen Blackman

As a schoolchild I was subjected to some horrendous bullying for the crime of being (drrrrumroll) ginger. Explaining this, as an adult, it’s not unusual for other adults to ask why I didn’t just dye my hair, which amazes me because even at the age of 11 I had worked out that the problem wasn’t me being ginger. The problem was other people’s attitudes to me being ginger and those attitudes would have become more entrenched, not less, if I had dyed my hair brown. By the time I was in my teens I had worked out that it was important not to change but to maintain my appearance. If people rejected me because of the colour of my hair they weren’t worth knowing. As a reason for discriminating against someone, this was less than skin deep.

There is no doubt that the bullying scarred me. I attribute much of…

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Laughter

Whenever we laugh we feel satisfaction….So be Happy…Because life is very short……put your best in life.

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I Know That You Try

” Renaissance ” from POETRY book # 3

“And everyone, somewhere, is someone…”

Translating Thoughts

Today I was concerned about the fact that we live our lives without being able to do what we want to do. Many don’t even know what are capable of doing because education is “far more important” than something that you enjoy doing. Talking to some of my friends form other countries I realized how different the education in schools are around the world. What really killed me was the fact that many of my friends couldn’t really enjoy their childhood because they were already learning foreign languages, or piano, or even mathematics. Then during their school days they were always busy worrying about the future; when they were in elementary they worried about junior high, when they were in junior high they worried about high school and in high school about college, and in college about work… And this can just keep going and going. We have become so…

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Game of life.

Gaurav Marne

When you play with life… don’t forget…  the next turn is for life to play with you..!!

Feel the difference…

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