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Childhood Memories

My American Beginning: Learning a New Language, Seeing A Future

Andrew Lam | Posted 10.01.2013 | Good News
Andrew Lam

Back then I thought English was a rather terse and ugly-sounding language -- you don't have to say much to get your points across, but speak it too long you risk hurting your throat. In America that fear became true.

My Childhood Didn't Turn Me Into The Parent I Feared

Jennifer Ball | Posted 09.25.2013 | Parents
Jennifer Ball

My kids have known grief. They've no doubt felt anger, too. But my kids have never felt that fear I felt, they've never fled a room in terror like I did. They've never had to face an adult who has just violated their rights and listened to a pathetic, hollow apology.

Why Childhood Diaries Should Self-Destruct

Rachel Weight | Posted 09.22.2013 | Women
Rachel Weight

What hurt the most was reading how even at 11 years old, I already hated my body. I'd like to say I grew out of that pain, but I really never have.

My Favorite Summer Memories

Maria Rodale | Posted 09.15.2013 | Women
Maria Rodale

This one is for you, Jaa, who asked me to write about my favorite summer memories... The Barn Until I was seven (when my grandfather passed away), ...

I Love You Like Bread and Butter

Diedre A. Ware | Posted 09.10.2013 | Fifty
Diedre A. Ware

Like clockwork, every Monday, the man in the bread truck would deliver the softest and freshest bread I had ever tasted.

No, I Won't Use an e-Reader

Mark Rubinstein | Posted 09.02.2013 | Books
Mark Rubinstein

The book encapsulated a deep sense of pleasure, safety, wonder, satisfaction, and above all, love. These early experiences linger with us, and can have enormous emotional resonance.

'This Is Cancer'

Babette Hughes | Posted 08.28.2013 | Fifty
Babette Hughes

The technician is a man, which surprisingly doesn't surprise you. He looks like someone you might see shopping in the supermarket, or selling you insurance. He removes the pillowslip exposing your breasts. His hands are cold. This is not a real man and these are not breasts for babies or making love that he is touching. This is cancer.

Moving Memories

Meryl Ain, Ed.D. | Posted 08.27.2013 | Parents
Meryl Ain, Ed.D.

It was the house in which my oldest son took his first steps, the house in which we brought home from the hospital two more newborn baby boys, and in which we celebrated all of their accomplishments and milestones.

The Ride of My Life

Jason Earle | Posted 08.21.2013 | Healthy Living
Jason Earle

I continued down the road, reflecting on all of these things, with the cadence of my breath and pedals steady, powering into the wind. I began to think about how amazing this life has been. At 37 years old, I'm starting to see things in a much different way.

Remembering My Father's Face

Lisa Oppenheimer | Posted 08.13.2013 | Fifty
Lisa Oppenheimer

Memories live in the most unlikely places... in a scent, an old t-shirt, a teacup. In my case, it's my father's face. Not the one he was born with, but the one he wore on his wrist.

Grandparents: The Sacred Things I Carry

Janell Burley Hofmann | Posted 07.31.2013 | Parents
Janell Burley Hofmann

My children feel more deeply for our parents than we can. They hold them high, unable to see flaws or strengths, history or potential. They just love them today. Our parents return the love with genuine freedom, without promise or regret, pressure or expectation

Single Mom Stuck in the Suburbs

Erin Mantz | Posted 07.29.2013 | Parents
Erin Mantz

Being a single mom stuck in the suburbs can be hard. Happy, intact families are everywhere, holed up in their big houses and two-parent, tag-team bedtime routines, working on the garden or schlepping in the groceries.

No Longer a Mom to Single-Digits: Parenting Two Preteens

Rachel Blaufeld | Posted 07.23.2013 | Parents
Rachel Blaufeld

I was excited to watch my big guy hit these marks because they were all so new, and I had no idea what it would ultimately mean. This time, I know. I know it is the end of an era. It means saying goodbye to a much simpler time.

Who My Mother Was When She Wasn't My Mom

Monica Bielanko | Posted 07.20.2013 | Women
Monica Bielanko

Moms have a way of settling their features into Mom Face when their children are around. But have you ever glimpsed your mom when she didn't know you were watching? The mask of motherhood slips away revealing the raw expression of the woman she was before you came along.

From Starlet to Stage Frightened Target

Ombretta Di Dio | Posted 07.14.2013 | Impact
Ombretta Di Dio

From being Baby Jesus in the live reenactment of the nativity in pre-school, to representing an essential component of a ribbon number in a gymnastics sketch a few years later, I always managed to get the best part -- as well as the hate of every single classmate.

Life Lessons Learned From My Toddler

Toni Nagy | Posted 07.16.2013 | Parents
Toni Nagy

Toddlerhood is a challenging stage. My daughter has the newfound ability to express her wants, needs and excessively irrational, endless, countless, infinite demands with words, yet lacks the decency to keep it to herself.

Why I Stopped Feeling Guilty About My Divorce

Cynthia L. Copeland | Posted 07.08.2013 | Divorce
Cynthia L. Copeland

Jack bounded down the stairs and thrust sheets of lined paper at me. "Mom, would you check over my essay for English? I'll be back after practice." It...

Do They Have a Hallmark Card for That?

Jamie Krug | Posted 07.07.2013 | Parents
Jamie Krug

What if motherhood puts an even greater distance between an already estranged mother-daughter relationship? What if it makes you feel even less connected to your mother, makes your understanding of her motives and choices during your childhood that much more elusive?

Occupy Childhood, or How I Learned to Love the Moment

Whit Honea | Posted 06.12.2013 | Parents
Whit Honea

My sons take their seats, the motor kicks on and the swings start turning to the right in a soft, careful circle. It is their spotlight. It is as wide as a slow dance and twice as wild. Their hearts beat accordingly. They pass me by again and again. The only thing that changes is the calendar.

How I Revisited My Past With The Help Of Two Former Teachers

Lisa Belkin | Posted 05.26.2013 | Fifty
Lisa Belkin

I would not have 'known them anywhere.' Forty years is a long time, and we, all four of us, are now blurred and softened versions of the ones who'd spent nearly every day together long ago.

A World War II Veteran's Lost Diary Finally Comes Home

Dorian de Wind | Posted 05.06.2013 | Good News
Dorian de Wind

As soon as Wayland saw and read the diary, she knew she had a treasure in her hands, but one that had to be returned to Nowak's surviving loved ones. This became Wayland's mission -- her noble obsession.

Dinner at Gam Wah

Gillian Clark | Posted 03.19.2013 | DC
Gillian Clark

I spent a great deal of my childhood in the back of my father's station wagon. I'd stretch my neck and eyeballs as far as I could from the backseat. There was one restaurant in particular that never failed to capture my attention.

Rx for Adult Play Year Round

Stevanne Auerbach | Posted 02.20.2013 | Healthy Living
Stevanne Auerbach

Whatever you select to play with, make it a great opportunity to learn something new, be more creative, and take ample time to relax, and experience more joyful play times.

The Smells That Remind Me of Home, From Trisha Yearwood (WATCH)

Posted 08.15.2013 | MarloThomas

When Trisha Yearwood joined me on Mondays With Marlo, we reminisced about the smells that remind us of home. Trisha remembered how wonderful it was to...

My Daughter's Reaction to My Childhood 'Princess Phone'

Janie Emaus | Posted 02.03.2013 | Fifty
Janie Emaus

It wasn't even my own private number, but the one my family shared. It had a long extension cord so I could move around my room, but that was as far as I could go. Nonetheless, it was a symbol of independence. I could talk without anyone listening to my conversations. Or so I thought.