Max Apple’s story, at first read of the title, had me to believe this was a story about the struggles of parenting a stepchild and to some degree there were some difficulties the stepfather faced. The story is about a blended family and the worries the mother, Helen, has for her daughter Stephanie due to Stephanie’s passion for doing shot put in school. This seemed silly to me simply because the extent Helen went to in preventing Stephanie from advancing in the sport. Helen’s main concern was that Stephanie would not become lady like and turn into a masculine type of young women. The first sentence begins with a description of the scene and how the stepfather, who remains nameless in the whole story, is sitting on their new leather couch.
As I ran up and down the tee line, I saw my father slamming the ground with a golf club. I could not understand why he was always so angry when practicing. I stopped running and watched him closely, studying his body as he elegantly whipped the club through the air. Sweat was dripping from his nose, his shirt soaked completely through. I was six years old and in awe of this man. At home he was just dad, but on the golf course, he was someone else. He was an athlete. I watched him for hours that day, and I would watch him for years to come as he practiced, trying to find the perfect swing.
Impregnated while on the ball of her running career in Louisiana State University track, Heather Van Norman fought to survive as a young woman and athlete. She ran, baby and all, during her career as a collegiate track runner at LSU in the 1990’s. But even before she would sprint to victory as an outstanding track runner, mother of Odell Beckham Junior, and ladies’ coach for track, field, and cross-country, Van Norman had to face the harsh realities of paying for college and working for her time as an on-team performer. Eating, sleeping, and breathing her life as a full-time student, the young woman had to overcome the monetary and physical hardships with only the help of herself, her family, and her community’s support (Reusse 2).
In her article “The Myth of Co-Parenting: How It Was Supposed to Be. How It Was”, author Hope Edelman claims that perhaps the ideal, balanced, and harmonious marriage that many couples yearn for is merely an unachievable myth. Edelman’s anger and frustration drives her essay as she recounts her childhood, analyzes societal gender roles, and narrates her own relationship in order to explore the concept of shared responsibility in a marriage.
In “The Myth Of Co-Parenting: How It Was Supposed To Be. How It Was.,” Hope Edelman lays out the many obstacles she and her husband, John, had to overcome in their first years of marriage. She admits that from the beginning she assumed that all responsibilities would be split 50/50: if she contributed to the household income, he would contribute to helping out with childcare and housekeeping. But because John was in the midst of starting a new business and was working up to 92 hours per week, Edelman quickly realized how wrong her assumption was. As her own work hours started to dwindle down to about 18 per week, Edelman started to become extremely angry with the way her household as being run. She wanted John there to help her make decisions,
Consider the opening of the story, the story begins with a very detailed description of Couffignal
When we went inside the spiral white wood staircase had fool’s gold railing. In the kitchen there was a table with 4 twine wrapped legs, and a wood stove with a chimney. In the living room there was 3 small chair couches and another chimney but this time with a fireplace. When we went upstairs there were 2 bedrooms, another living room with 4 couches this time and another fireplace. In my bedroom there was a big dresser with plenty of space, and there was a window, with a window screen, and glass! The bed was big and luxurious. And John’s bed was smaller but luxurious. His room was pretty much like mine, except mine had a fireplace with a chimney.
The story starts with our no name narrator and her husband coming to a county home that he has rented for three months to provide her with relaxation
In lecture 5, while learning about different parenting styles, I could not pinpoint exactly how I was parented. At first, I thought I was parented through authoritative parenting but then I realized I could also relate to indulgent parenting. I believed my parents fell under democratic parenting since my parents do explain things to me and help me think of the consequences my actions have. However, I grew up with just a few rules and barely had responsibilities. Even if I misbehaved, I was never grounded. My parents do not speak English, so they do not even know what grounding is. I was not assigned any chores and now I am barely ordered to do any housework. When I help around the house it is because I want to, not because I am told to. My
Moving is hard. Growing up in the same place, in the same house, with the same people for you whole life and then having to be torn away to move to a new city is a hard thing for anyone, especially children. Riley Andersen, a twelve-year-old girl from Minnesota, goes through a big move when her father gets a new job. Riley and her family have to move to San Francisco, California, moving away from her community, her friends, hockey team, and everything else she has ever known. Her and her two married parents experience stress, unhappiness, and how Community shapes children. Community is a place for a person that involves a neighborhood and the area that surrounds them. Children develop by creating close bonds with people in their community, through things like school or a sports team. (CITE BOOK) The children also develop based on the quality of the neighborhood surrounding them. If the community is a good, wealthy community, a child will most likely partake in sports and good activities; however, if the community is poor,
Every parent wants their child to succeed and will do just about anything to ensure that success, but not really knowing how to make their child successful is scary. What makes it worse is there is a lot of information out there about how to raise a child that isn’t really true. Chapter five talks a lot about the finding of the ECLS and what the data from it showed. Again conventional wisdom, in this case what factors of parenting affect test scores is proved wrong which isn’t very surprising. It made me think about what possible conventional wisdom I’ve heard which may be wrong. The ECLS data showed that there is still a black-white test score that stems from bad schools which is pretty depressing. I thought is was king of weird how it matters
In Kat Stoeffel’s “ Why becoming a dad makes you a feminist?” she is responding to an open letter from AllHipHop site owner Chuck Creekmur. Stoeffel’s main argument to Creekmur is that it shouldn’t take having a daughter in order for you to care about women. She's not against more people for feminism, however it makes her skin crawl when she hears about a father talk about what having a daughter has taught him. The overall problem isn't about Creekmur disagreeing with Nicki Minaj’s actions, but really about the fact he’s only making this letter because he has a daughter and he doesn’t want her actions to rub off on his own lil’ girl.
Last Year when Bad Moms was released, I stated that the film felt like an R-rated version of Modern Family, sitcom-level writing trying it’s hardest to be edgy. Lo and behold the story hasn’t changed much with A Bad Moms Christmas as you have much of the same except it is exponentially worse. Riding on the notion once again that the most difficult job on the planet is being a mother, the two horrible mothers along with their semi-competent friend are back this time dealing with the pains of their own horrible mothers, it’s like a pattern. There isn’t much of a plot here, it is the same crude humor and f-bomb dropping every third line that makes this feels like a 90-minute sketch some Viner on YouTube would put together (and those videos are
Twinges of anxiety agitate. Get a grip because to run is not an option. And then presto, he opens the door and greets me with a warm smile. Unlike the last time, he escorts me into the living room. A space decorated with a gray velvet sofa and two leather chairs, and near the window, and a vintage bookcase with three glass paneled doors.
My artwork that I chose is called “ Mother and Children” by Nancy Spero, and its oil on canvas. In this art piece, you can see a figure who seems to be holding someone in their arms, and it captivates you and catches your attention because of the sheer display of emotions that you get while looking at it. When I went to the museum this is the first painting that caught my eye all because I could sense the feeling that the artist was trying to convey to her audience. To me, I feel that the artist is trying to say how a mother will protect her children and/or family at any cost, but also that there is a dark and painful past to what happens to women and children. The message I picked up from this artwork is that a mother will do anything for
And how would you know what’s good for “our family”, like you’re even a part of it. He is not the college dropout