My American mother’s reaction to me dating an Indian

It is your life to live and if you are happy and content, should you care for those who do not agree. Best Wishes for a long and continued loving relationship.

Mothers who would have them?


The first date was magical. We never even considered if there should be a second date or not. I instead just laid in bed and replayed the sweet memories over and over again in my mind, waiting until he texted again, which wasn’t long. My mother agreed to meet him the very next date. He bought her flowers and bought my baby chocolates that my child dug into instantly despite the late hour. My mom acted very casual at first, but the moment he didn’t immediately agree to something she said, her mood became a bit tense. We all felt it. Over the months I realized she decided in her mind at that moment that he was being disrespectful by expressing an alternate opinion to hers and she blamed it on his bad upbringing as an Indian. I will admit, most of my previous boyfriends would have instantly backed off…

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Interracial Dating

From the heart an aspect of true love.


When I think about the dreams I had when I was growing up, I never considered that my soul mate might be from a country half-way across the world growing up in a strange city knowing little of my culture. I instead latched onto the dream of a blue eyed, brown haired prince that would rescue me one day from my boring life and give me all the things I had dreamed of. This was naïve of course and I learned as life changed that money does not equal happiness, and good looking does not equal a good soul.

When I met my sons father he was perfect. He was the perfect American citizen, perfect devote Catholic. Perfect son. He respected no one however, including myself and cheated with countless girls leading to me being a single mom. I was crushed. How could I have got the perfect man, and yet…

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The Inconvenient Truth | Live simply, travel lightly, love passionately & don’t forget to breathe

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The Three Visitors: Love ,Wealth & Success

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A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.


She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked.

“No”, she replied. “He’s out.”

“Then we cannot come in”, they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them in!”

The woman went out and invited the men in”

“We do not go into a House together,” they replied.

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added…

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Burned Biscuits

Thank you for posting a message for all of us to follow. If this was universally accepted  in the world, the incidence of conflicts would be minimised and we all would be able to lead more fuller lives by understanding and respecting each other.

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When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!


All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing…never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the…

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ASD: A Gift or a Disability?

Gretchen Leary (McIntire)

This topic keeps coming up recently and it’s bugging me. Why, you ask?

Okay, this is my take on this:

ASD is a disability.

It is a developmental disability. I do not see it as a lifestyle. I do not see the condition as a gift. I see it as a disability that may allow some to do extraordinary things at times partially because of our issues with perseveration and extreme focus on particular things.

I have Asperger Syndrome

I think there is a difference between someone accepting a diagnosis and having a positive attitude about it and not letting it define them but finding ways to grow and cope and someone stating that Autism Spectrum Disorder is merely a gift or a choice (lifestyle). It makes me think of how silly it would sound to call “poor vision” a gift simply because it might improve their hearing.

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As you waste your breath complaining about life someone out there is breathing their last. Appreciate what you have. Be thankful and stop complaining. Live more and complain less. Have more smiles and less stress.

Great message.


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When You Hurt Others, You Hurt Yourself

The wonders of magic, unfortuately this magic is not available, so we have to live with those who cause wars and bloodshed. Perhaps in time they will become enlightened.

We should all love more.

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One day the most peaceful inhabitants from the Earth asked one very powerful wizard to stop all wars and bloodshed on the planet.


– It is simple, – he said. — I will destroy all weapons on the Earth, and nobody will be able to fight anymore.

– It would be great! –people exclaimed.

The magic wand’s wave – and this was done.

There was a peace on the planet for three days, while the majority of those who were prone to fight, sought and could not find a weapon. When they understood they’ve lost it forever, they have made spears of young trees and started to fight again.

When the wizard heard this bad news, he said:

– Do not worry. I will destroy all young trees, so that they will not be able to fight.

After two or three days of useless search for young trees, suitable for…

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