Eldercare: The Forgotten Feminist Issue.

Must read💗👍

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(This was written late last year; I pitched it a few places but received little interest. I’m posting it here because, well, it’s an important conversation.)

One of my favorite pictures of my mom. Mom, back in the day.

As I write this my mother is fast asleep in a nursing home, her third stint in 15 months. It is a heartbreaking thing, watching your parent slowly succumb to her mortality. You try to prepare yourself for the call you’ll get in the middle of the night from a nurse reluctant to give you the news you’ve been dreading for years. But no amount of preparation will ready you for that call. No amount of alcohol will lessen the pain. Even writing about it is hard because it forces you to deal with an absolute, inescapable truth. She is dying, and you are powerless to stop it.

The woman I now visit several times a week is not…

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By bridgettefrederick

Be kind. F*ck nice.

Very interesting read👌

MoveOverMen.org

A friend recently asked me to write a letter to people who are always worried how they’re coming across to others. She doesn’t want to hurt someone else’s feelings by sharing hers, but she’s also sick of editing herself. In her awesome words, “I mean, when will I stop fretting over this sh*t?” (Oh dear, someone might be offended by my language. Oh well. F*ck it.) Sound familiar? Do you constantly censor yourself because you’re worried about other people’s reactions?

In our hunter-gatherer primitive nature, women especially have an inherent urge to nurture and protect. So it is completely natural to care about the feelings and opinions of others. What tends to happen, though, is that we too often put those feelings and opinions above our own. I’m not saying we shouldn’t care about how our words impact other people. Of course that matters. But the more we hold back our authenticity, the less connection we feel…

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My Greatest Sorrow is My Greatest Joy

Please keep this beautiful little girl in your prayers💗 #loveyah

Strengthening the Soul

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things” ~ Robert Brault

She’s dying. My 9 year old daughter is dying. Today I can say it without crying, but not necessarily tomorrow. Each day is filled with up and down emotions. Some days I am hopeful for a cure, but many days I am filled with despair and an indescribable sadness. My heart aches. My tears burn. My head and my body are tired.

You see, my daughter Abby was recently diagnosed with a rare, genetic disease that is terminal. There is no cure or treatment. No cure. 100% terminal. Every child diagnosed with this disease will die. I have never felt so helpless. As mothers, it is our job to nurse our child’s boo-boos, dry their tears, teach them how to deal with sorrow and upsets, and give them hope…

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what do you wanna be when you “grow up”?

I don’t know about you, but I am a big kid at heart and that’s kinda sad being that I’m 21…but hey who cares right? 21 is the new 16 in my book. Most people have a clear understanding as to what they want to do with their lives, and I’m just all over the place. First I wanted to be a veterinarian. Then I wanted to be an elementary teacher. Then after that I wanted to be a dentist! But somewhere…somehow I ended up majoring in Broadcast Journalism. No worries, I tend to make promising decisions so I’ll just rock it out for now who knows I might be the next Wendy Williams (figuratively that is)….

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Bottom line people pick a plan & stick to it.

#loveyah

By bridgettefrederick