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Take Time To Slow Down And Appreciate Your Loved Ones This Mother’s Day

Kids grow up way too fast.

And Nichole Nordeman knows just that. Her song “Slow Down” reminds us that we should appreciate the good things and people in our lives before it’s too late. We might not even notice when things pass us by…

Mothers, fathers, and children alike will need to get tissues for this one.

(via For Every Mom)

This Mother’s Day, take time to remember your mother, show appreciation to other mothers, and just appreciate those you love in your life.

This Looks Like A Normal First Date, But You’ll Reach For The Tissues 45 Seconds In

When it comes to loss, watching someone you love lose all memory of you is uniquely tragic.

People with Alzheimer’s are still right there in front of you, but the length of a dining room table can feel like an insurmountable obstacle. You can reach out and touch them, but it feels like they’re miles away. And when they look at you, they don’t make the connections they once did. They can’t. They feel like islands, attached to nothing and completely isolated.

According to the Alzheimer’s Association, five million Americans now suffer from the heartbreaking condition. That’s five million moms, dads, daughters, sisters, and brothers who have no concept of who they are anymore — five million families who have to grieve the loss of someone who’s sitting right there. All we can do is make them feel as safe and happy as possible.

And that’s exactly what this woman does in the video below. Watch what happens when she asks her date to dance.

People struggling with Alzheimer’s may wake up every day feeling scared and alone, but it’s our job to ensure that they go to sleep every night knowing that they’re loved.

They Got Their Extreme Home Makeover, Then Kicked Out All Of Their Adopted Kids

When I was young, one of my family’s favorite TV shows was “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.”

Not only were the house transformations amazing, but the stories about the families who genuinely needed help were moving. It felt right that these families who struggled so much should receive new houses and second chances.

One North Carolina family that received a new house on the show in 2012, however, is now being accused of faking it for the camera. Devonda and James Friday were chosen to receive a new home after taking in five siblings as foster parents. But now that they have the new house, none of the children live with them.

Chris and Kamaya, the two eldest siblings, say they were kicked out of the house within months and that none of them lived with the Fridays after a year.

Now adults, the two siblings also accuse the Fridays of misusing items and money given to them by “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition” that were meant for a nonprofit charity they used to run. Chris also says of their adoption, “I know it was all about the money. From the first day, it was all about the money.”

Read More: This Child’s Caretaker Gave Him Milk…Then Killed Him Over It

He Walked Into This Hospital With A Guitar, And You’ll Melt When You See Why

You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who has never felt the emotional impact of music.

Although this is a sensation we’ve all experienced, music therapy is often the subject of scorn from both mental health professionals and the general public. Even if you aren’t particularly moved by what’s on the radio these days, researchers have found direct links between music and brain activity that contribute to overall emotional health.

And unlike many other forms of therapy, that of the musical variety can have both psychological and physiological benefits. Jargon aside, however, the actions of music therapists — especially when they’re helping children — speak far louder than words.

The combined efforts of dedicated therapists, doctors, and activists help children overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles every single day. To learn more about The Children’s Cancer Association, be sure to check out their website.

This Dad And His Baby Recorded Some Awesome Dubsmash Videos For Mommy

The new app Dubsmash is a hilarious tool that people can use to make funny lip-syncing videos. It’s really simple, but the fun is endless.

This father and son decided that they would entertain mommy while she was at work with a little help from the app. Eric Bruce and his son, Jack, sent videos on the app to Jack’s mother, Priscilla, to entertain her at work. After a year, they compiled some of their favorites!

(via TIME)

These two are due for an appearance on Lip Sync Battle. Based on this, I think it’s pretty safe to say that these two are pros.

Blood Line

Hiking on the Pacific Crest Trail in my late forties, and thinking about conversations I never got to have with my mother.

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During the six-hour flight to Seattle from my home in North Carolina in the summer of 2013, my period arrived before my flight landed. So in the cramped bathroom of the plane, I pulled my Diva Cup from its fabric pouch and wondered how to use it while hiking on the Pacific Crest Trail.

While I’d been using the Diva Cup for years, I’d never taken it into the wilderness. By some fluke, my hiking adventures during the previous summers had fallen on weeks when I didn’t have my period.

The Diva Cup — which is made of silicone and sits inside your vagina, collecting menstrual blood, while you have your period — has made this stage of life manageable for me, as tampons can’t handle the heavy flow. In my late thirties, I discovered the Diva Cup after a friend turned me onto the environmental and health benefits of reusable products, and now, the Diva Cup is the only device that will contain the massive quantities of blood produced by my now-49-year old uterus. For most of my life, I privately judged those who complained about their periods, as I could run marathons while menstruating. But now, approaching menopause, my body produces blood clots the size of grapes.

When I drove to the trailhead the next day with my hiking partner, I stopped at a gas station to buy baby wipes, which I hadn’t purchased since my two daughters were toddlers.

“Don’t you think dumping blood in a stream violates ‘Leave No Trace’?” I asked my longtime friend Gary, referring to the low-impact principles that focus on carrying out everything you bring on to a trail. For women using tampons, this means putting them in a plastic bag throughout the hike; I was worried that I’d be pouring blood from the Diva Cup into Ziplocs as we hiked.

Gary follows the low-impact rules about camping away from streams and avoiding dish soap in mountain waters, but practicality often trumps principles for him; he sometimes throws his apple cores or orange peels into the woods, even though he works as an avian ecologist and knows better than most how food can attract wildlife.

“I think you’ll be fine,” he said, giving me the answer that I was hoping for.

As we hiked, I stopped at every stream to rinse out the Diva Cup, and my typical hiking attire of a well-worn Patagonia dress made this process quite efficient. Within an hour, we fell into a rhythm of walking and stopping, rinsing, and refueling. The second day, we hiked to the Pacific Crest Trail, also known as the PCT, and I took a picture by the small wooden sign that identified the trail.

Cheryl Strayed’s book and movie Wild have now popularized the Pacific Crest Trail, but in spring 1999, my parents hiked the entire distance of the trail, all 2,650 miles. (Five years earlier they had completed the 2,168 miles of the Appalachian Trail on the East Coast.) They waited to depart until I had delivered my daughter, Maya, but before I went into labor, my parents mailed their care packages of food out West and weighed every item before placing it in their lightweight packs.

While we often camped as a family in the 1970s, my parents became middle-age gurus of long-distance hiking after their four children were grown. In hiking circles, they were known by their trail names of “Annie and the Salesman” and were featured on an instructional film about lightweight hiking. With her slow Southern drawl recorded on the video, my mother held up a towel the size of a washcloth: “After you rinse off in a stream, you just shake off like a little puppy!” she said with a self-conscious grin and a flip of her head.

She always described hiking as a form of prayer.

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Their last long-distance hike was the near-completion of the Continental Divide Trail, part of the trifecta called the Triple Crown, which also includes the Appalachian Trail and the Pacific Crest Trail. But before they could complete the last section of the Continental Divide Trail, they were killed by young male drivers in separate but mirror-image accidents two years apart. They both died while biking to an organic farm where they volunteered in exchange for fresh produce each week in our hometown of Fairhope, Alabama. My mother and father died long before showing outward signs of old age, at 58 and 64 years old, respectively. In fact, at the time of their deaths, in 2003 and 2005, they were in the best shape of their lives.

During our many conversations on the phone and in person, I never asked my mother how she dealt with her changing female body while hiking, although I have faint memories of her mentioning the subject of “heavy flow.” In the years before she died, I was having babies, starting jobs. Menopause was the farthest life event from my mind.

But I do remember when my sister was in college, my mother wrote her a newsy letter, filled with plans for an upcoming hike. My sister says her roommates cackled at this line in the letter: “I’ve discovered the most marvelous thing!” my mother wrote, in her perfect penmanship that seemed to echo her graceful Mississippi accent. “It’s called OB!”

I’ll never know if she packed out OB tampons in Ziploc bags on the Pacific Crest Trail or if my father understood her “change of life” as they walked across mountaintops and deserts. But I do know that when I walked on the Pacific Crest Trail — step after step on the same path — I felt my body melt into her memory. When I hiked on that trail, my mother had been dead for 10 years and my father for eight, but I could imagine them singing together as they walked and then stopping to admire the wildflowers. In fact, I was stepping into a prayer with both of them, following the actual trail of their walking meditation.

The loss of a parent signals the loss of an entire unrecorded history. Every day, I want to ask my mother, “What was it like for you?” When my teenage daughter looks at me with irritation one moment and vulnerability the next, I want to ask: “Did I look at you in that same way?” Because of course, I can’t remember. So I make up stories in my mind, even as I yearn for the weight of her arms around my middle-age body. Some nights, I pray that I might dream about her, just to spend a few minutes of subconscious time with her voice.

“You’ll always be my girl,” she would say, as she embraced me over the years, patting my back with her right hand, over and over again, even when I grew taller than her. When my mother was my age, 10 years before her death, her children were grown, and she was settling into the second stage of a seasoned marriage that had grown stronger with time. In contrast, I am a single parent of a teenager and a third-grader; we live in a 900-square-foot house in North Carolina with one tiny bathroom, where my older daughter has walked in on me as I rinse out my Diva Cup in the sink.

My own body — that can birth babies, hike trails, and raise a teenage woman — has become my mother’s. And there is nothing that can contain it all.

This Bride Made An Unusual And Heartwarming Choice For Her Flower Girl.

While planning a wedding, there are many important decisions to make and roles to fill. When it comes to flower girl, the honor typically goes to an adorable young girl who can toddle her way down the aisle with the basket. This can often lead to hilarious family stories when she dumps them all out at once, gets stage fright or maybe delicately places each petal on the ground as she makes her way down. 

But none of those are the reason people can’t stop talking about Michigan-native Laura VanPelt’s heartwarming ceremony. Instead of a precocious youngster, she chose to have her grandma fill the flower girl’s shoes.

At 94 years-old, Helen Kavanagh thought her granddaughter was joking when she asked her to do the honors, but couldn’t be more thrilled to take on the role when she realized she meant it. Decked out in a delightful dress they chose together, Helen followed the wedding party and performed her duties beautifully. 

When discussing it with her local newspaper, she says that sometimes people don’t believe her when she tells them about her granddaughter’s special day. That doesn’t matter to their family and friends, though, who will always have the sweet memory to cherish.

Along with the flower fun, Helen is quite the baker and provided 200 truffles and pans of other delicious desserts for the guests to enjoy. 

(via mlive)

Why I’m Still Coming Out To My Twin Sister After Five Years

My sister and I finally have “the talk” we’ve been avoiding, because although my sister’s acceptance means everything to me — I’ve never been sure that I’ve had it.

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Almost five years ago to the day, I came out to my twin sister while she was studying abroad in Italy. In a rambling group Facebook message, after a series of incomplete sentences and written stutters, I finally wrote, “I am attracted to girls, but I am not gay.” Two best friends replied immediately with supportive messages. From my sister, I received…radio silence. Life doesn’t stop while you’re waiting for your sister to message you back, so before long I was taking a boy to my sorority formal and that rambling message was just a memory.

Growing up in a family with eight siblings and being one of triplets (always one tallish brunette brother to my right and one shortish blonde sister to my left), it’s easy to assume that my triplet sister and I would be closer than close.

And we were. I mean…we are close. Over the years, we’ve shared bedrooms, clothes, car keys, and a group of friends. What don’t we share? Pretty much everything else. I inherited my dad’s tight brown ringlets while Hayley gets her straight blonde locks from our mom. Friends might call me “down-to-earth, mellow, and overly sensitive,” and Hayley would be described as “bubbly, loud, and a tad high maintenance.” While I spent time volunteering as an EMT, she once passed out into a bowl of spaghetti over the mention of blood. When we left home for college, I studied science in the Midwest; Hayley went down south to pursue a degree in English. Despite never quite being able to see eye-to-eye, we’ve managed to stand loyally at each other’s sides.

Fast-forward to the present day — a few relationships, sisterly shouting matches, and two college degrees later — and not much has changed. Somehow we are back to sharing a bedroom, if you can call two twin beds separated by a cheap Ikea drawer set a bedroom. We are still sharing clothes (unwillingly) and a group of overlapping friends (more willingly). And we still have not discussed the time I came out of the closet to her and she had nothing to say.

As I’ll be sleeping across from my sister for another year in this shoebox apartment, I decided to sit down over some sushi and finally have “the talk” we’ve been avoiding, because although my twin sister’s acceptance means everything to me, I’ve never been sure that I’ve had it.

Sarah Karlan

Sarah Karlan


Sarah: So, remember that time I told you I liked girls?


Hayley: Well, I was trying to think back on it, on exactly how I felt. I know it was when I was abroad in Italy. You sent that Facebook message to me, Jess, and Carly.

S: Wait, let me dig that back up. [scrolls through iPhone]

H: But, I had a hunch you had been thinking about telling me the summer before because there is this one moment I remember very distinctly, when we were driving somewhere and we were listening to some song — and I don’t know what it was! — but you said, “This song is a girl who is talking about her girlfriend.”

S: I don’t remember this! God, was it that Macklemore song?

H: No, it was before that. I don’t know if I had a boyfriend at the time, but I asked you about your love life and there was this enormous pause. It was like you were about to say something — but then you never did.

S: I chickened out. I had forgotten all about that. OK, I found the Facebook message! Wow, this is way more embarrassing and poorly written than I remember. I guess being scared shitlesss will do that to you. Do you remember how you reacted when you read it?

H: I don’t think I was that surprised — because it had been on my radar for a little bit.

S: So you weren’t surprised!?

H: I mean, I was and I wasn’t.

S: Well, OK. [laughs]

H: There was something shocking in it being all of a sudden a real thing, not just something I suspected.

S: It’s funny because in high school I didn’t think about it at all. It wasn’t a thought until I went to college, and I don’t really know why.

H: You never had anyone you were really interested in.

S: I had crushes, though. I had crushes in high school.

H: I don’t think you even kissed a boy, though.

S: No, I didn’t. Thank you for pointing that out.

H: From an outside perspective I saw you transform in an enormous way, from college to now. From not knowing at all, to realizing you liked women, to being in a closeted relationship, to where you are now — totally comfortable with who you are. It doesn’t happen overnight for the person who is coming out, but I think what I want you to understand is that it doesn’t happen overnight for the people you come out to either. There are people who are willing to accept things immediately, and that’s great — I wish that could have been me also.

S: Do you think I expected too much of you too fast?

H: I think a little bit. Obviously some of this is on me. I could have held back a little more and taken time to think it over internally. Being twins and being sisters, the great thing is that we can have the biggest fight of our lives one night and two hours later everything can be completely rosy. As if it never happened. We don’t always necessarily treat each other with the same amount of respect as friends would. Knowing that we will always be there for one another — we abuse that love a bit.

S:The only person I’ve said “fuck you” to — and really meant it — was you. Probably because when we hurt each other, it hurts more? The feelings are amplified.

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H: I think that happened in the coming out process. As sisters, you can say really mean and nasty things to each other in the heat of the moment and it’s OK — it will be OK. When it’s something like this, when it’s about who you are, everyone has to take a step back and realize that even a relationship between sisters isn’t unbreakable. It can be hurt, so you can’t take it for granted or assume you’ll always be forgiven.

S: You’re right. By the time I came out, I had already been struggling with these feelings for a while and done my own “research” — I binge-watched — The L Word and googled a bunch of things. So when you reacted and said some offensive things — not meaning to — I overreacted as if [to say], “How could you say that?!” I wasn’t patient with you. You hadn’t had the chance to go do your own research yet.

H: Initially, it was a lot to wrap my arms around, and it sounds like it was initially a lot for you to wrap your arms around as well. Also, we were 19 — we were young and stupid.

S: [looks back to iPhone] But you just never responded! Carly and Jess both sent back these long messages right away.

H: I didn’t? Damn. Nothing against Carly or anyone else — maybe Carly is just more accepting than me — but if it was HER sister, would it be a little bit different?

S: For me I had to seriously think, Is my sister homophobic?

H: I think I was. Yes. Or maybe a better way to say it I was just a little confused and scared about what this meant exactly. That would be a softer way of putting it.

S: Because it was me? You weren’t outwardly homophobic to people on the street.

H: It’s not like I wanted to feel that way. I know what’s right. I know what’s wrong. I know what you’re supposed to do and how you’re supposed to feel and act. It’s really easy to say, “It’s OK to be gay” just like I can say, “You should recycle.” It’s easy to superficially support what’s good and what’s right and what you’re supposed to do, but then all of a sudden when it’s not something that’s vague and far away and a general moral principle, but when it’s someone who is directly related to you, someone you’ve always thought as one way and now you have to think of as another, that can be hard.

S: Why, though? Why wasn’t it OK for me?

H: I think it has something to do with never really having any experience with anyone coming out, not friends, not any acquaintances, let alone my twin sister. And I think it’s also partly the town we grew up in — conservative and very traditional — and I remember thinking, I don’t want to tell people that my twin is gay.

S: You thought that?

H: Yes.

S: Have you ever had to say it before?

H: It’s fine now — this many years later, yes, I can say it. But actually, it’s usually just implied when I tell people your job title. For a little bit, things weren’t too great between us. I remember feeling angry about the need to celebrate it. I remember feeling mad at one point. Why is this something we have to jump up and down about and be thrilled about? That was pretty immature of me. It should be a celebration of you being open and honest.

Another tough part was that you told me, but you didn’t tell the rest of the family for quite some time. It was a slow process, it wasn’t all at once, so I felt a bit burdened by the new truth. I felt weird knowing, and I wanted people to know. That was tricky.

S: Right. I told you, but probably a good year went by — we were both at school and life was going on, we were busy — before I was even doing anything or having real experiences with anyone. Life wasn’t going to stop for us to have this conversation, and because of that we were never on the same page.

H: There was never a calm moment or setting we could talk about it. We never spoke about it unless we were fighting about it.

Sarah Karlan

Sarah Karlan


S: There was one incident I’ll never forget, when we went out to a bar and a woman hit on our friend — it became this big joke of the night. Ha Ha, that lesbian was hitting on so-and-so. On the drive home you let slip a comment, like, “Why didn’t you try anything with her?” That drive ended with us both screaming at each other in the parked car — alcohol-induced, I’m sure — because you didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t attracted to every single girl who walks by.

H: That was bad, I remember that. I remember feeling really angry and frustrated, and that wasn’t a space to have a healthy conversation about anything.

S: What were you thinking that night?

H: I think that’s when I was dying to tell someone. It was a secret for me to keep at that point as well. I know it’s a process of when you’re ready to tell people — now it just seems to be such a part of who you are. It isn’t a big deal anymore. It was frustrating to me that I knew and nobody else knew — I didn’t want to know if nobody else did.

S: And there was another incident, much later when I was out to the entire family, we were at some bar and I was dancing with a girl — who was openly bi — and I guess we started to dance a little “too close for comfort.” You came over and yelled at me to stop. I had never been so angry with you, because by that point I thought we had made some progress, and that was a huge step back. You seemed so embarrassed by me while, of course, there were heterosexual couples all over the dance floor probably sticking their tongues down each other’s throats.

H: I think I felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was the space we were in. It wasn’t a gay bar and we were with a lot of friends but they all knew, I think, so it shouldn’t have been weird. I was probably drunk and not realizing how harsh I was being. It was also maybe the first time I’d been in a situation like that with you, but that’s not an excuse. I am sorry about that.

S: I think we’ve tried to talk about this before: The feeling I get when I go to a gay bar is refreshing because it’s a queer space — I’m not second-guessing any of my actions — and I think maybe you’ve never experienced that because any bar you go to will be a normal and safe space for you. You made me feel like what I was doing was “dirty” or “wrong” when I was being pretty innocent on the dance floor.

H: Guys and girls make out on the dance floor all the time and It. Is. Disgusting.

S: Exactly! [looks back to Facebook message] What’s funny is that I’m so insecure about the entire thing when I was coming out. [reads aloud] “As far as my feelings go, I’m still attracted to guys. I still have crushes on them and feel attracted to them all the time. It’s just that for every guy I’m attracted to there is probably also a girl I’m attracted to.”

I was so adamant about not being gay, which of course isn’t the case anymore. I was terrified of the label and all the stereotypes that came along with it.

H: It’s interesting you seemed so terrified of that.

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S: When I look back and read this, it seems like I’m just begging to be normal and keep that sense of normalcy. I even say it a few times: “It’s still me. It’s still the same Sarah.” I didn’t want anything to change. In my mind it felt like once I sent that message, everything was going to change. My friends would never think of me the same and there would be no going back. What a silly thought, right? Because everything has changed, it seems, personally for me, but I’m so much more myself now. When I came out to the rest of the family, Dad said he already knew.

H: Mom suspected too.

S: Did you ever have conversations about it? It’s a big family — I know we all talk about everything.

H: We had one conversation about it. I came home one day, and I feel like someone just said it: “Do you think Sarah’s gay?”

S: Before I told them?

H: It was the summer before, when you began to dress a little differently, I think. Before that moment it had not once crossed my mind. Not once. After someone said it out loud, I had to sit down. It was like a slap in the face. Two minutes later, it all just made sense. Thank god you’re not straight, because then we would be competing for boys and I would lose.

S: [laughs] You would not. Thanks.

H: But in reality it’s just accepting a truth. It’s quite literally who you are. And, for the record, there is no doubt in my mind that you will end up with a woman.

S: I remember when Mom came to visit me at school, after I had come out to her in an email, she asked me if I really could see myself spending the rest of my life with a woman and I said yes. I feel weird ruling anyone out; I tend to think of love as love and not worry about gender.

H: I would put money on it. Another tricky thing about you ending up with a woman or dating a woman is that…I’m your twin sister and there is a little bit of “this person is going to replace me.”

S: I wondered about that.

H: I’ve definitely had jealousy. I was jealous of your ex and maybe that’s why I didn’t like her. You’re such a sensitive and caring person — you’re a giver. You give too much sometimes. I feel threatened I’ll be replaced.

S: For me, I never saw that! I just want you to like this person and get along with them. Out of everyone in my life, I craved your approval and support the most. You are not going to be replaced. Not happening. So if I dated a guy, you wouldn’t feel that way?

H: For some reason with a guy it feels different. It’s very confusing — the girl thing.

S: It’s easy to say gender doesn’t matter, but there is a reason we didn’t invite the boy twin to this discussion, right? There is something about the bond between sisters, women, whatever — it can be very strong, and I understand you not wanting me to have that with anyone else.

H: You were super insistent that you were bi, in the beginning at least.

S: Right, and of course that’s the common stereotype, which I’m guilty of fitting — that people use bi as a stepping stool. I think it happens because it’s just a way to soften the blow and make it a little less scary? A ton of people identify as bisexual. I’m not sure where I land anymore, and it’s clear I’m still learning more about myself every day. I tend to follow a spectrum instead of labels. So on that spectrum between gay and straight, I’m about 85 to 90% gay. And you, on the other hand, are 100% straight.

H: Straight!

S: That was difficult for me to comprehend. What do you mean you’ve never considered kissing a girl? You’re not curious? You’re not even a little bit fluid? That seems crazy to me. So, you would never kiss a girl?

H: I don’t even think I would do it drunkenly at a bar. Nope.

S: We are on opposite ends of the spectrum.

H: It’s all just chemistry. You can’t control who you are attracted to. That was also something hard for me to understand. I maybe assumed you liked every girl. Also, you can’t compare the two environments you were in before and after college. You went from a bubble in Connecticut to a bubble in Ohio, then you finally started living in New York City. That helped you a lot.

S: Right. In college and high school, I didn’t know any gay women. Zero. None to my knowledge, anyway. There were tons of gay men and they were completely accepted, for the most part. I was in a sorority, which also made things tough. There was just that constant fear of people seeing me differently, which is laughable because all my sorority sisters that I’m close with know, accept, and couldn’t care less about it all. It was my own fear that kept me from telling them earlier, and I’ll always regret that.

H: Every girl has gay guy friends. But…

S: Nobody was in the market for a lesbian BFF.

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H: I never thought about it before, but I’m sure New York helped me too. I too had gay guy friends in college. I never thought twice about it. I was never around gay women; I had nothing to compare or relate to.

S: Finally in New York City, I had so many queer women visible to me and I had positive role models. I had just been so desperate for anyone that reflected what I was feeling. I was still trying to “prove something” to you — “Look at this successful woman! She is gay! She exists!” — I don’t know why I felt the need to prove that this wasn’t just me.

H: You were in a closeted relationship for a little bit, which was a double-edged sword.

S: It validated me. Look, this person who I respect and admire likes girls too! This isn’t such a crazy thing. I was still in that mode of pushing away the thought of dating someone who fit the gay stereotype. I still had a long way to go in terms of being comfortable with myself.

H: You lost a lot of weight.

S: I was extremely stressed out. It was my first long-term relationship, and that feeling of finally being loved and having someone giving me that “I’m worthy of love” feeling helped me get over my own insecurities and a little bit of self-hate going on. I was more confident. I’m grateful for that first relationship, even though it was so hard, simply because I learned so much about myself by going through it.

H: To me, the most interesting thing about this entire thing is that it didn’t really change anything. Do you think our relationship would be any different if you were straight? This is just who you were all along and now it feels natural. You were just coming to realize who you were fully. You are still you.

S: So, all this fighting was for nothing.

H: Looking back on how you came out, is there anything you wish you had done differently?

S: Coming out is a different process for everyone. As much as I wish I could have done it differently, I was so scared and insecure. I was clueless on so many levels — just like you — and had a lot to learn about myself. The amount of insecurity I had, I don’t think I could have done it any other way. I guess I didn’t really leap out of the closet; I kinda shuffled out one foot at a time.

H: Space for calm conversation would have been good. [asks waiter for the check]

S: It’s funny — because you’re my twin I think, She should understand. But why would you understand? Because we were born on the same day? [laughs] You don’t have to get it.

H: To me, that’s the problem with the concept of “coming out” — the idea that it’s a onetime action. TA-DA, I came out and now everyone knows and it’s going to be accepted and let’s all just move on. In reality, coming out is a layered process, filled with steps forward and backwards. I think we are both going through it a little bit, still.

S: [glances at restaurant bill] Oh, holy shit.

This Is The Single Greatest Father And Daughter Dance You Will Ever See.

This video is guaranteed to give you the biggest smile; it perfectly captures love, appreciation, family, and the importance of being silly in just over one minute! In the video a father and his little daughter do a celebratory dance that they have been doing for a few weeks now every time daddy comes back home after a hard day at work.

(Source: Chessi Price) That was just too precious to watch, that is one awesome father and one lucky little girl. Share this cute dancing duo with your friends and family below.

Watch The Moment When A Woman Sees Her Brother For The First Time In Decades

We all know how extremely busy we can get.

Unfortunately, most of us are so caught up in work and daily tasks that we don’t realize how quickly time flies by. As our lives become more demanding, it’s harder to find the time to visit family members who don’t live nearby.

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This woman knows exactly what I mean.

She went years without seeing her brother. Because of his busy life in a different state and the fact that she is a single mother who isn’t able to take time off work, they spent 24 years apart. But when she came home one day to see her daughter, she got the best surprise ever.

I can’t imagine how amazing this moment was for them.

How sweet was that? Even though they were separated for so long, it’s awesome that they were finally able to reunite.

I think we should all go and call (or visit!) our siblings or family members. I know I’m going to!