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My parents died years ago. I was very close to them. I still miss them terribly. I know I always will. I long to believe that their essence, their personalities, what I loved so much about them, are - really and truly - still in existence somewhere. I wouldn't ask very much, just five or ten minutes a year, say, to tell them about their grandchildren, to catch them up on the latest news, to remind them that I love them. There's a part of me - no matter how childish it sounds - that wonders how they are. "Is everything all right?" I want to ask. The last words I found myself saying to my father...

Two cases before the court could affect laws in 27 states that bar trans athletes from women’s sports.

I am a mom a wife a daughter and I try to b me also a professional corporate America’s at one point was all a ok work life balance family inclusive culture but that’s not it anymore

I feel like I am falling asleep 😴 driving in I have to use sick and vacación days to be part of my children’s life.

My husband say I shouldn’t just stop everything and concentrate on motherhood so by I wont resent myself or the children later but let’s face it k have been at c company for 3 years now and I am the only mom on my team

Cooperation among law enforcement agencies is critical to many investigations, experts say. After a series of shootings by immigration agents, the relationship is showing cracks.

Another war. More blood. More lies. Israel and Iran are at it now, and once again, regular people are paying the price while powerful men play games with missiles and human lives. How many children have to die before these governments stop pretending they're defending their people? How many homes need to be turned into rubble before someone says, enough?

We’re watching cities burn in real-time on our screens, and somehow the world still talks about “strategic interests” and “deterrence” like that justifies the slaughter. There is no justice in bombing civilians. There is no defense in erasi...

Love how gas prices keep climbing while my paycheck stays the same. Love how everyone's an expert on everything now thanks to a 30-second TikTok. Love how "entry-level" jobs require 5 years experience and a master's degree. Love how we're supposed to be grateful for the privilege of working ourselves to death while billionaires play spaceman. But hey, at least we can afford avocado toast, right?

We found the effects of tariffs and extreme weather, relief (finally!) in the egg cooler, plus one case of shrinkflation.

Putting aside the fact you have a 1 in 400 trillion chance of being born, we spend so much time focusing on the things we don't have, and then when we achieve any of those things, we feel unfulfilled and strive for the next best thing. Rinse and repeat. It's the same thing everyday, no matter what, until we end up in the ground a pile of bones. We beat damn near impossible odds to actually exist in a universe where non-existence is the norm. We can from nothing, and will return to nothing. Make the most of it, let petty things go, and live.