I am a mom first and foremost. I have two children five years apart. I have been married for 16 years. I am a chuaffer, maid, chef, bodyguard, negotiator, CFO, CEO, teacher and tutor.
I went back to college when I was 28, although my core classes were in
+ more bio informationMy great-grandfather was a shyster, scam artist,dreamer, promoter, singer, alcoholic and survivor. I never got to meet him, he had died when my mom was a little girl, but the stories that have been passed down about him have always intrigued me. Most of the stories I have heard about him are from my grandma. Her stories have ... More..
"Adult survivor," these are the two words I hate more than the word incest. It sounds like damaged goods. Like most survivors, I have secrets that I still keep from when I was seven. The smell of peppermint schnapps, the hushed whispers in the middle of the night, telling me that this is what all fathers teach their daughters... More..
I know You are there. I do not question Your presence. I prayed that You would give her the dignity that she deserved. I wanted for her to get better, You chose to take her back. I know that she is in a better place, she is with You. I wanted her to stay the way she was, happy and in charge. I didn't want to see her go. G... More..
After fifteen years of marriage I have learned that what I had determined to be submissive behavior was in-fact, warrior instinct. I will admit that my behavior seems submissive and weak from an outsiders view, but if it were not for my strength and determination our marriage would not have survived its infancy. I like many w... More..
With the obvious absence of my own father, I have lived a fairly normal life. I have mourned the fact that he has made it known that he does not accept me as his daughter. Probably overcompensating in my efforts to keep my own little family together no matter hard life between me and my husband is. I have committed myself to ... More..
Big, bright, colorful, and asymmetric. The 1980's was a decade of indulgence. Hippies from the 70's were growing up, graduating college and shedding their bell bottoms and leather fringe, for a newly coined term Yuppie. The Brat Pack showed an entire generation how to dress. Women and men alike went for bigger hair sprayed up... More..
Bleary eyed I awoke to the sound of my doorbell ringing over and over at the buttcrack of dawn one Saturday morning. Running to the door to catch the culprit, I jerked it open to nothing but the pale pink of dawn. I was closing the door when I heard a giggle, looking down to my toddler swathed in only his summer pajamas.Oh my... More..
My Mother of the year award should be arriving any day. My son is adhd with an impulse disorder. This became apparent when he was four and thrown out of daycare. It was out of frustration that his father and I started calling him Peckerhead. He never questioned the name and even comes to it. Definitely it was never a name tha... More..
The grand dame of our home is a petite little 99 pound chocolate Labrador named Irish Rose, with an intense fear of going hungry. Her rotund figure has put us into many frustrating situations. From her looks you would never imagine that she is quite agile and even at thirteen can still scale the fence on garbage day.Our neigh... More..
The point of a vehicle is to get me from point A to point B with as little trouble as humanly possible. I have never been particularly vain about what I drive. My first car was a little Chevy Sprint. The windows would frost on the inside when driving in the winter. I would drive while simultaneously scraping the window. This ... More..
Karalyn Pierce
Sherman, Illinois US
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