The Road to Tender Hearts is a story about PJ Halliday, a 60-year old lottery winner, who comes up with a plan to journey across the country to woo his recently-widowed high school girlfriend, who had married his best friend many, many years prior. Before he could set out, however, he finds himself the legal guardian of his niece and nephew, neither of whom he knew existed until now. His daughterā¦
Love is for All of Us is a beautiful and heartfelt anthology of poems about love, acceptance, and celebrating our differences in a world where the goal is, quite often, to āfit in.ā I was deeply captivated, and frankly, enraged by each shared experience in which the poet describes how they were alienated simply for being themself. Itās absolutely devastating to think that even your own family canā¦
Love is for All of Us is a beautiful and heartfelt anthology of poems about love, acceptance, and celebrating our differences in a world where the goal is, quite often, to "fit in." I was deeply captivated, and frankly, enraged by each shared experience in which the poet describes how they were alienated simply for being themself. It's absolutely devastating to think that even your own family can so quickly turn their back on you for something out of your control, but it truly does open your eyes to how important it is, now more than ever, to love carelessly; to hell with restraint!
I realize how fortunate I am that I struggle to connect and relate to such stories and experiences, but the overall message is one I wholeheartedly support. I find, today, that love is a limited resource. There simply just isn't enough of it. But love is also a necessity; we live and breathe it without a thought. We need it. A LOT of it. It is my belief that only through love and compassion can the world experience positive growth and development in any context; that love, truly, belongs to us all.
Since I was a kid, I was sure of one absolute truth: Life SUCKS.
Ā Ā Ā It's just unfair, the way it will throw you curve after curve, push you here and there, and the way it will, at times, fool you into thinking, "This isn't so bad!" before crushing all your hopes and dreams once again. I, myself, have been victim to its games for what seems like my whole life, but here's the thing: I AM NOT A VICTIM.
Ā Ā What I am is a product of my own design, my own poor decisions,Ā of life itself, because, my friend, that is simply what life is all about. It's something I've realized only quite recently, the way that your struggles may not define you, but they do, indeed, make you. They are a part of your foundation, they build your character, then they tear it down and build it up again. No. It's not fair, but it is the way it is. Life is tiresome. It is pain and suffering, but it is also joy and love and doing everything you can to make it not so sucky; it's about growth and learning from your mistakes to become the best possible version of yourself, and it's also aboutĀ fulfillment, whatever that may mean to you.
Ā Ā To me, fulfillment means making the most of my time here. I want to see everything, hear everything, learn everything, and I want to experience every emotion on the spectrum. I want to spend my time with my friends and my family, before I never get the chance again. I want to make my mark, leave something behind so that maybe, just maybe, my name won't be lost to the universe when my time here is done.Ā To you, it may mean something else entirely, and that's okay. Just remember,Ā life is going to suck, so take control. Grab life by its sucky behind and push it, throw it a curve of your own. Refuse to be a victim and take a stand against the tragedies and horrors that come with being alive. Make life not suck.Ā
Oftentimes, I will find myself doom-scrolling on Instagram; I follow many fellow readers and writers and students, and I can't help but notice how different I am. I like to read, but admittedly, I rarely do any actual reading; I like to write, but I don't write a lot, and what I do write doesn't sound like what I like to read. I enjoy learning, but I don't like to study and I don't do my assignments. Everyone else, they seem so ahead, so advanced. I always feel like I'm stuck way behind where I should be, where they are. IĀ wantĀ to be where they are, but most of the time, I can't bring myself to get up and get there. It's an awful feeling: to know you can do something you want to do, while not having the energy or the drive to do it. I hate to be limited. I'm sure many others have felt this too.
I hope you have not. If you have, however, know this:
No matter where you are in life, whether you're doing better or worse than anyone else in any area of life, you are exactly where you're supposed to be, and you will only keep moving forward.
i strongly believe that walter white should reconsider his career as a meth giant and start a glee club full of misfit kids and outcasts with loads of talent and varying levels of plot relevance
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a long, bittersweet story about a rising high school student who struggles with feeling lonely, on a journey towards recovery from his past trauma and self-discovery.
Loneliness is something we all experience. The feeling is reflected with perfect precision as Charlie's relationships are explored and developed. While he tries to participate, it is clear he is not always quite present with the group, nor does he share very strong relationships with the full lot of them.
As someone who has felt a great deal of loneliness myself, I find it very easy to relate to him. I'm sure others have felt this way, too. The addition of Charlie's new letter in this edition was a lovely reminder that things do get better. Eventually, anyway.
This book will always hold a special place in my heart. One hundred percent worth the read.
šø From One Motherās Heart ā Please Read šø
My name is Saja. Iām a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow ā from her first smile to her first steps ā surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment ā a fragile, breathless moment ā when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark ā hiding, holding on, praying.
Iām writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterās life.
And even now ā especially now ā I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iām Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatās why I keep going.
Iāve launched a campaign to ask for help ā not because itās easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
š¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
š¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
š¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
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My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnāt have to live t
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From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youāve never lived through war.
But if youāve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them ā then you understand more than you know.
I donāt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youāve read this far ā thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itās a lifeline.
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I'm so afraid about my family and my kids please help us evacuate from this place we are crying now and screaming because of the strength of bombing around us.
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I donāt usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home š”. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasnāt always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I lovedāsome of them are gone forever. š
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My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayāmy home, my safety, and the people
