“This allows her students to walk around to the teachers and staff in the school, take their orders and then deliver their coffee to them. They even learning how to run a simple business by calculating their expenses and profits.”
‘It was obvious her heart behind this was ENORMOUS and pure’: Special education teacher’s homemade traveling coffee cart allows her students to ‘practice social skills, work through their shyness’
‘This is what my daughter wore to her first day of 1st grade. Three pairs of different colored socks, all inside-out, stuffed into her ‘fancy’ shoes. And oh, let’s not forget the bright pink BATHING SUIT.’
“Did they think I was a bad mom for letting my child walk around like that? That I was lazy or over-indulgent?”
Dear Society: Stop Telling Boys They Can’t Cry
“Crying doesn’t make you weak. Fear doesn’t make you weak.”
I Birthed A Child Faster Than It Takes My Husband To Poop
“What are men doing in there anyways? Surfing the internet? Watching YouTube videos? Playing Fortnite? Putting things into their Amazon cart they’ll never actually buy?”
‘Back to School!’: Teacher husband is hilariously unimpressed with wife’s photo of his 1,080th day of school
“My favorite color is Gator Orange”
‘The girl at the front desk asked me with the biggest smile, ‘Where’s the baby? No baby?’ I shook my head no.’: Woman shares experiencing anxiety attacks after child loss
“I dig my fingers and nails into my skin. I rub the crap out of my knees. I pick my cuticles. I pinch my skin extremely hard. My muscles all get super tight, and my entire body tenses. I hyperventilate, and I can’t control my body.”
‘I attempted suicide as mightily as any 14-year-old girl could muster. Suicide is the greatest thing I’ve ever failed at.’
“My dances with death were on the same day, just 7 years apart. Extensive counseling and desperate journaling have left me without any explanation of why I subconsciously chose May 4th as the date I should die.”
I Am A Disabled Person, And I Don’t Exist To Inspire You
“If my story was a movie, dramatic music would play while I’d look meaningfully into the camera and gush about how becoming chronically ill changed my life for the better. I’d clasp my hands together and preach about how my condition helped me to discover more about myself as a person, and then waltz off into the sunset with a handsome prince and some kind of small fortune due to a dramatic plot twist.”
Dear Parents: Hold Your Babies Close—They Don’t Stay Little Long
“Those little fingers will grip a steering wheel, wave goodbye and drive off to somewhere new. Those little fingers will walk down the aisle and say ‘I do,’ falling in love with someone new.”
Dear Infertility: I Don’t Hate You, Not Anymore
“My strength was rising. Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws and doctor visits, but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave.”