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...add more powdered sugar until you get the desired consistency. Fill a piping bag with the icing to pipe out into different shapes. (Or use a plastic sandwich bag, with the tip of one corner of the bag cut off.) Keep the icing covered while you work with it or it will dry out.
In our family, we take the Royal icing, and we make a lot of it, and divide a little into separate bowls and then color it with food color, red and green for Christmas, and some blue too. We then ice the entire cookies with a thin coat and before it dries completely, we sprinkle it with colored sugar... (more)
As the mother of 3 teenage boys, I've learned a lot of things over the years. One of the main things is that no matter how much I want to manage or influence my kids choices that the natural progression of things leads to my letting go and to their making mistakes. It is the way of life and it is the way that they learn.
When children are small, parents can shape their actions and choices. They can determine what they do, where they go, what things they receive. They can to a large extent determine how well they do in school as children are more apt to respond to parental involvement... (more)
Just the word brings forth emotions,Memories and hopes for the future.
It is within family where life isExperienced most intensely.
Within this grouping you will Have contact with for the rest of you days.
Acceptance, forgiveness. love, All feelings are felt intensely.
Common history breeds familiarity.
They know you - You know them.Not the image butThe real you beneath.
Under the cloak of the family.There all good and bad Is remembered and shared.
With a bit of humorAgain and Again..Hmm....mmmmFamily
Just a peek underneath the covers... (more)
Oh dear me, Oh dearest Mother,
You have gone from here to there.I know it was not of your choosing.You're right, it is was not fair.We, family and friends, all losing.
I would have you very closewith moments of sharing.My heart warms and glowswith memory of garage sale-ing.
I know you would rather beHere with me and others too.Our time together was the key.My life improved because of you
My friends, yes, more than one.Chats morning and evening.They feel the nearness of their loved one.Their words, the veil between them thinning.Today, I share my dreams. My thoughts,... (more)
...end is nigh.
Waiting for release so intense. The suffering so great. "Please help me! I want to die."My heart breaks as Mom's has.How can I answer this question?
The answer has been."I do not know, but let me hold your handand wait with you."
Let us again share our memories.Retell family stories.Relive pain and joys. Celebrate the good times.
We do not controlThe timing, nor the place.We can, only be, patient.We can only wait.Keep searching, Learn Acceptance.Keep knocking. Learn patience.Joy awaits.
A deep breath.And then no more.Good bye, my heart.(more)
Ryan is a typical three and a half year old boy. He runs around the house dragging a well chewed teddy bear behind him. He fights with, and screams at his sister, who is 15 months his senior. He jumps up and dances around when Yo Gabba Gabba comes on the TV.
Ryan also doesn't talk. His recognisable vocabulary comprises of 'Dada, Mama, Papa and Joojoo'. That is almost one word for each of his years. We know he understands as many words as the average boy his age. He listens, comprehends and does what is asked of him. We see and feel his frustration at not being able to communicate because... (more)
I heaved a tremendous sigh and fought back tears of resentment. I never had to eat anything I didn't want before. Even when we went on vacation and I ordered (I always ended up doing this, so my Father told me), the most expensive meal on the menu, I ate what I wanted and the rest of the family ate whatever I couldn't finish. Now Sister wanted me to do something against my will. I was just a little kid and she had authority over me. My parents had told me to do as I was told. Okay, I took a bite and wanted to spit it out. I chewed and chewed and the more I chewed the bigger it got!... (more)
...about the future hurts, but the breaks, sprains, migraines, or back problems have not brought the tears. Tears come rolling forth at moments when love is exquisitely expressed or demonstrated. Tears are the rare jewels of my soul seeping out unbidden.
As an explanation, I grew up in a family where tears were not tolerated for physical illness or pain. “If you are going to cry, go to your room,” were the words I heard. Other words were, “We don’t have time for this. Get on with it.” or “That did not hurt that much.” So, each of us learned to “suck it up” and get... (more)
We used to do it just to get nice. It was part of the seduction.
With the children tucked into their beds, you’d change into something sexy. Over some drinks, we'd talk, laugh, and share what was on our minds. The cocktails were no more than rewards at the end of a difficult day, a way to dispel inhibitions, or just a part of unwinding. Nothing complicated. No deeper meaning. It was as simple as that: grown people doing grown up things.
It was never about the drinking… until it was.
Looking back, I can’t pinpoint the moment that it all went wrong. There were signs... (more)
This is one man's story.
I took this project on partly out of curiosity and partly to leave a monument to my family and the kin to come. I did not know how it was going to go. I started off the same way any of you would. Ancestry.com or Genealogy.com and FamilyTreeMaker.com; I used them all. The next thing you know I have some basic crappy information of family members I already knew and a sizeable dent in my debit account. My faith in the project’s success had been momentarily derailed.
I started to wonder if searching public records could yield a more promising result. The... (more)