homeI’ve gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home. Fran Drescher We talk a lot in our home together about where we’re going, what I’m doing. I think it’s easiest to teach by example. My dad didn’t tell us to work hard we just saw how hard he worked. I know I have shortcomings – like a short fuse – but I’ve learned you can’t come home from a long day of work and snap at the kids. My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was mostly in his room. To the former child migrants, who came to Australia from a home far away, led to believe this land would be a new beginning, when only to find it was not a beginning, but an end, an end of innocence – we apologise and we are sorry. To the mothers who lost the maternal right to love and care for their child – we apologise, and we are sorry. Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for your people: batting averages, home runs, errors, ERAs, win/loss records. You could see what they did well and poorly and call on the right people to play the right positions in a very transparent way. At home I’ve got a very puerile, juvenile sense of humour. Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark. I know this sounds generic, but I’m so happy to be home with my husband, my family, and my dog. Why go for a costly, sickly, mass-produced purebred when shelters are full of one-of-a-kind mixed breeds who are literally dying for a home?
I think it’s easiest to teach by example. My dad didn’t tell us to work hard we just saw how hard he worked. I know I have shortcomings – like a short fuse – but I’ve learned you can’t come home from a long day of work and snap at the kids.
To the former child migrants, who came to Australia from a home far away, led to believe this land would be a new beginning, when only to find it was not a beginning, but an end, an end of innocence – we apologise and we are sorry. To the mothers who lost the maternal right to love and care for their child – we apologise, and we are sorry.
Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for your people: batting averages, home runs, errors, ERAs, win/loss records. You could see what they did well and poorly and call on the right people to play the right positions in a very transparent way.
Why go for a costly, sickly, mass-produced purebred when shelters are full of one-of-a-kind mixed breeds who are literally dying for a home?