213 results for 'relationships'
As a freelance writer, I am always on the lookout for more work. I go through hundreds of potential writing opportunities every week. Recently, I ran across one that made me more than a little concerned about the many who are venturing into the online dating world.
The job was for someone to write a person's online dating profile and then, to answer all their online dating responses. Immediately, thoughts of misrepresentation came to my mind. Having someone else write about you and answer your email seems to open all kinds of doors to a complete misrepresentation of the facts. A... (more)
I've always heard the phrase opposites attract. People seem to say it continually about relationships. I don't know how many times I heard in my younger years, you know what they say opposites attract. Maybe when you're very young and rebellion is your main goal, but in a long term stable relationship - that has never once been my experience.
When some are young they tend to gravitate to the opposite in relationships. A lot of times it is in rebellion to their adult guidance. Sometimes it is just for the shock value of it. Sometimes it is for the adrenaline rush if the person they... (more)
...real life is about. Some of them learn to deal with it. Some of them suck it up and realize it's not about me anymore it's about making ends meet. Some them though become nothing. They take jobs that are well below their capabilities. Some don't work at all. They can't manage personal relationships with others. They turn to alcohol, drugs, and some even to criminal activities to support their me, me, me lifestyles.
Is the kids fault? The parents? The culture? The non-formed brain? Of course it's a combination of all of these, but 3 of the 4 can be changed. Kids can learn... (more)
I think that all humans have pet peeves of one form or another. Some are just more bothersome than others, at least to me. My worst one is when people are late. It irritates me to no end.
I try never to be late. In fact, I've always been that one even when I was very young. I didn't like being late for anything. I was often early wherever I went. I always felt it was better to be early than to be late. Especially if I was meeting someone and had told them a specific time to be at a certain place. I felt it was rude to tell them I would be there at a certain time and then stroll... (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)
Somewhere in my heart, lies a wounded child. She cries at night, alone, and sinks into the shadows of my soul. She sings a tragic melody of love, untouched and life un-lived. She is the bittersweet truth that haunts my shattered past and draws upon the blood of my survival.
Won't you walk with me awhile and share the sustenance of compassion? I have traveled from far away just for a breath of kindness to toss my windblown hair from my solemn and scarred, stone face. There is love to be found. I am more than what is seen, though still a lost soul, looking for your guidance to even fathom... (more)
Her eyes spoke what her lips dared not say.
An aching girl's heartbeat was pounding away.
Reflections of many days gone by,
Renewed all their meaning in her water-filled eyes.
As she pondered her memories once shared with one love,
She couldn't help questioning the Lord up above
About his departure and why he had gone.
He had stolen her heart and fled with the dawn.
The feelings once vague now scraped at her soul.
She couldn't fill up the regions once whole.
She thought to herself, what words might come first
To a... (more)
Blacker than night and four months old, Velvet came into our lives when she was barely weaned from her mother at six weeks. An ad in the paper, a desperate plea for homes for an unwanted and unanticipated litter was how we found each other.
Being the parenting types, and with the kids all grown up and going about their own lives, I imagine it was 'empty nest' syndrome that drove us to seek out a surrogate child, and while not generally a lover of cats, Velvet has become such a part of me that when she was injured this morning, I acted as though my child was being murdered.
I had... (more)
We all were lucky to have grown up with a saint. Maude Beckner Donovan (Mama as we called her) and her husband, Charles E. Donovan (Grandpa Charley, who died before I was born), were my Mother's adoptive parents. They adopted little Virginia when she was barely two weeks old. She was the seventh child born to John and Rachel Peters, of Red Alley, Knoxville, Tennessee. Mother used to joke and say she had nowhere else to go but up from that address. (I later learned Rachel sang from the time she got up, until it was time for bed. And that John played the fiddle and banjo ... I’m part of their... (more)
Marriage is an entity of benign omens and configurations made in the heaven, performed on the earth. It’s a gracious threshold to unification of two souls and of two families. As a prime religious ceremony, its zenith lies in a father’s courage to give away his piece of heart, his daughter in a poised and sacred alliance to another man as her better half. Also known as “Kanya daan” in Hindu wedding, it’s the father of the bride that offers his daughter for marriage on a promise that the groom shall perform his duties as a husband according to the vedic(religious) hymns recited during the ceremony.... (more)