How I Met Your Mother

A Mother’s Journey Through Patriarchal Society To my Mother,the person who brought me into this world but did not get to hold me first.To the lady who was not privileged to a proper education but is educating me.The person who would starve herself for my hunger.The woman who puts my needs before hers,the female who works to keep me and my brother in school,the individual who bears the weight of the whole family her shoulders.The woman who lives among the shadows of the men in the family.The…

I was a lucky woman that married a man who loved me and supported me all the time in my whole life. He was my cousin, we met each other when we were thirteen years old at which year we also engaged. Our marriage lives were great, he was gentle and caring. He did not give up on me, even I was almost die at the end of my life. He was such a good husband compared to other men at that period of time. We had one daughter and one son lived together. Unfortunately, because of some money issues, my…

to college has always been something I looked forward to going to and something that I had to do. Since I am the first generation of my family to attend college straight after high school, my parents made it very clear to me that I had to go. Also because I am the oldest of my siblings, I would have to set an example so that they can do the same and therefore follow in my footsteps. My parents will constantly tell me how college is extremely important and how getting a degree will make life…

daughter, a sister, a wife and so many other things. But this endless list boils down to one main thing – my mother is a human being; an unbelievable one human being. This is ordinarily where an author boasts on about their mother being the best mother out there as everyone contradicts against this by shouting out on about how admirable and awe-inspiring their mother is. In my opinion, I would like to argue we fight for our mums in the midst of a crowded yet empty void is because they are the…

June 10th, 2015, my mother and I were in our large southern Indiana home on the Ohio River, the weather was sweltering and it was unbearable to set foot outside without sweating. The maid had just arrived at the house and went to get me another lemonade just like she has done every other hot summer day for years. As I throw back my third glass of lemonade on the porch swing, I hear my mother talking to her friend on the phone about our trip to New York City. “Yes Laquisha, I have to take Nova!…

grandmother on my father’s side was Italian and Irish. Her mother was Irish and her father was Italian. They met in Boston and had three children, 2 girls (one being my grandmother) and 1 boy. My grandfather on my father’s side was Russian, as were both of his parents. Both families moved to Boston seeking a better life for their children. My grandmother’s family lived in the Irish part of town while my grandfather lived in the Russian area; they met and started dating at their high school.…

I outstretch my discolored wings, letting the cold night air sift through my feathers. The silk cloak my Father leant me isn’t doing much to keep me warm. My mind is filled from the words me and him had exchanged earlier. They still haunt me. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I begin to relive all that has happened. “Absinthe! Absinthe, are you listening to me?” Father calls out from behind the kitchen counter. I pretend not to listen and continue reading my book on the plain living room…

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to choose your career over motherhood and becoming a wife? Mother of the World.net had the intimate moment to speak with an amazing woman who made that choice, and never gave up on her ambitions and aspirations as an artist. However in the meantime, she became a mother in the film and still photography industry. Bower continues to mentor, teach, and guide young aspiring film makers today. Heather Bower is a pioneer who has paved the way for numerous women…

I was born in Louisiana; United States of America. I was born a few years after the Louisiana Purchase. I wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact city. I was to young to take any notice in that. I spent most of my life inside my parent’s home. I had an older brother from my father’s previous relationships and a young brother we shared the same parents. My father was a slave brought over from the Caribbean he spoke a mixture of French and English, needless to say his English was broken. I have…

their own sense of humor. Some enjoy the slapstick humor of The Three Stooges while others enjoy the satirical humor of the show Family Guy. I find almost everything in life humorous, whether it be or paying off a ten dollar bet with a bag full of pennies, witnessing a friend walk face first into a sliding glass door, or making a joke about the time your best friend fell into the pool while intoxicated. All is fair play. Humor is not forced but is naturally presented though the expenses of a…