Raised by a river. Or a field of strawberries.
Raised by the sun, wind, moon and stars.
Raised by wolves.
Raised by broken people with no communication skills and a low EQ.
Raised by ourselves.
The Nature/Nurture phenomenon.
Raspberries rearing children.
Raised by religion.
Rivers of baptisms.
Do staunch christians need so much to belong or be ‘right’ that they lose sight of common sense.
My cousin has pretty much ex-communicated our side of the family.
She converted to christianity for herself or for her relationship – to ‘save herself’ from a troubled childhood, criminal adolescence and living in H.A. housing – “Hell’s Angels” she has to tell me.
My mom told me on the phone today that the relationship is essentially dead – not receiving a response to an email asking questions about why the big cut.
Her kids – my nieces and nephew – are the ones who really miss out – no goofy aunties dancing around the kitchen with them, building forts, taking them out for too many treats before bedtime.
My mom did some google research and saw the “anti-vax” and pro “freedom convoy” posts on her twitter. I had already joked that she, her husband and kids would be waving flags on the side of the road when the truckers drove through.
where rivers are born 