My Memory of Mom: The Day She Became Sober
Written by Sunshine Diaz on April 27, 2011
My memory of my mommy is a fond one.
I remember the day we sat on the porch crying. My Dad had just left us with my little brother in the house we had been living in for five years.
We had no electricity for three years, no gas for two, and never knew what a phone or television was.
Drugs had taken over.
The day my Dad left, my Mom and I at there alone. . .foodless. . .moneyless. . .alone.
In that moment my Mom became a MOM.
She said, “When the smoke clears, we will see the light!”
That day was 13 years ago. She has been sober since then, and has been the Mom I always needed.
It was a miracle we were never taken away, but I am so glad for that.
We became strong women together, and I will never forget her for that.
Thanks, Mommy!
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What is The Inspiring Moment?
Written by Braiden on April 26, 2011
Take a minute. . .
Think about your life. . .
And recognize that even in today’s rush-rush, work-a-day world, there are inspiring moments in each and every day.
These inspiring moments can be found almost anywhere, and are just waiting to be captured for eternity by a quick cellphone photo or video.
LOOK UP TO THE SKY. . .
And set your sights on a bank of fluffy clouds.
Or the setting sun.
LOOK DOWN AT THE GROUND. . .
To discover the way autumn leaves form a colorful pattern on the sidewalk.
LOOK ALL AROUND. . .
And marvel at how a spider spins her web in an urban environment.
Or the stark beauty of a winter beach.
Once you’ve captured your own Inspiring Moment photo, upload it in the simple submittal form, and share it with all.
We are happy to list the photographer’s name as a photo credit and link back to his or her Web site.
A brief verbal description is needed. . .just two or three words of where the photo was taken or its subject matter.
Share your Inspiring Moments today, so viewers can enjoy a quiet moment of serenity, an uplifting break in their busy day.
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Five More Minutes with my Grandfather
Written by Peter L. Mosca on April 25, 2011
I left my Grandfather who was in a Florida hospital, tubes and other apparatus connected to him, to go back home to New Jersey to work.
Can you imagine? It hurts me to this day.
What a horrible decision. He died weeks later.
The only saving grace was that he did meet his only great-grandchild at the time.
Editor’s Note: To visit Peter L. Mosca’s Web site, click here.
