grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Bloomers or Boomers . Top Story - April 2020.
Black Bloomers are Future Guide Reference’s for Black Woman I’ve been indecisive on which women out of two in particular inspires me the most in my life and throughout instilling great values, morals, standards, respect, and no shit taking energy along with strength from childhood to adulthood.
By lurenoor006 years ago in Families
My Inspiration
My Inspiration Hi, my name is Ayesha Hynes, and today I'm going to be telling you about the woman who inspires me the most, my Nan. My Nan is a very special person in my life, she has always been there for me, she is very kind and a great roll model.
By Ayesha Hynes6 years ago in Families
Best Ways to Support A Family Member with Alzheimer’s
When my grandmother was first diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, my parents and I felt helpless. What could we do to make things easier for her? How quickly will her cognitive decline happen? How could we preserve her quick wit and sense of humor? Was there a way to slow her memory loss?
By Sherry Campbell6 years ago in Families
The Godmother
All the positive words found in then entire world couldn't even begin to describe this woman. This woman was my grandmother. She was the most loving, giving, and just person you could ever meet. Yes, I have to admit that to some of you this may sound cliche and maybe it is. However, let's dive in and see what's this all about. Shall we?
By Bybyana Arias6 years ago in Families
I miss you
Hey Momo, I love you! That's the first thing i would say to you. I love you and I miss you! It's been a month since you went home. And as much as I wish to be there by your side, I got to see you smile and make you laugh one more time before you went.
By alexandria Urrutia6 years ago in Families
"Just Let Life"
When I think of one woman that has changed my life, it has been my Grandma. This is a lady that would put up with everything from my Grandpa screaming "Woman! Get me a sandwich." to grandkids coming to her house just for some cookies and a talk at the kitchen table.
By Salina Lehn6 years ago in Families
Memories of an Accidental Nazi Hunter
On the night of March 10th, 1945, seventy German prisoners of war escaped from the Island Farm POW camp in Bridgend, South Wales. It was the largest breakout on British soil during World War Two, and has been dubbed "The Welsh Great Escape". A tunnel had been dug by the inmates from Hut 9 in the camp to a field outside of the boundary. At 04:00 the next morning the escape attempt came to an end when a German officer was caught exiting the tunnel by a guard. What followed was a nationwide man-hunt that saw all the escapees recaptured within a week.
By Daniel Lyddon6 years ago in Families
The Woman Who Inspired Me
There were many times in my life when I came across the question of who my hero was. The question would shift and change but it always meant the same. Who Inspired me? Who was molding and shaping me into the woman I would become? I would ponder and yet I always saw the answer. The sweet eyes and quiet strength of my grandmother was an image that would appear in my mind. As I grew up, I understood womanhood and what it means to have passion from what I consider, my other mother. I know that the question of who my inspiration was had only been my conscience not wanting to feel guilty. I was raised by my father and my mother was still present in my life. I chose to ask myself the question even though I always knew.
By Monica Davis6 years ago in Families
To the woman who raised me
She was divorced from an abusive crack addict, a single mother. 2 of her biological children had serious mental health issues, her oldest son schizophrenic, her only daughter bipolar. I remember the one and only time I saw her cry. It wasn’t when her own mother who she’d taken care of all my life had died, it wasn’t when her father had died, it wasn’t when I told her I didn’t want her love but that I wanted my mom. Her tears covered her face after her children tried to kill each other outside our apartment. I remember them (my mother and my uncle) screaming at her that it was her fault their father had become addicted to drugs, that it was her fault he left. My uncle drenched in his own blood because my mother hit him with her van at 30 miles per hour, stood screaming profanities at the woman who did her best to raise him on her own. My mother still in risqué clothing from her exotic dancing job, stood screaming at her mother that she had ruined them, that she alone was the cause of everything wrong in their lives. I could tell by the pain I can still hear in her mourn, that she believed that. My grandmother was a tough woman. She was born from a 14 year old little girl who’d had 7 children total. My grandmother being the oldest diligently strived to assist with the care of all 6 of her siblings. She never heard “you’re beautiful” or “I’m proud of you”. So she never did use those words with any of her children. She told us that life was unfair and that people will likely always take your hard work and genuine nature for granted. She’d quote my favorite Mother Theresa quote telling us to “do it anyway”, and to ” do all things as if your doing them for God”. But she didn't just say those words, she lived by them. She only had 2 friends and each of them refered to her as the best friend they ever had. My grandmother worked as a nurse after she adopted my siblings and I. She worked 3 jobs, took us to Bible study 3 nights a week, ministry once a week, family Bible studies were regular almost daily. We were allowed to talk about how we felt. No matter how embarrassing or scary she would always listen. She never took a dime from either of our parents after she saved us from sexual and physical abuse, even calling the police on her own son even though that broke her heart. She built a home for us and got us out of that ghetto apartment out of the sweat on her brow. And she did it alone. When my mom went to prison I was bitter and I lashed out on her often blaming her just as my mother had. But she held space for me. She was still housing her 2 sons, had rehabilitated 6 children who were told they’d never be able to walk or talk and she was sending money to her daughter in prison. Many times I remember her words of wisdom. Her patience, her resolve to never, ever give up on the people she loves. ”Where there’s life there's hope” she says. I am beyond blessed to have had such an unshakable, powerful, beautiful woman raise me and if I do nothing else right in my life I ”hope” I can show her how proud I am to call her my grandmother, the woman who raised me.
By Tera Summers6 years ago in Families
