Family Bond Paper™

Perhaps some of you, like me, have a daughter who has pursuits to attend college, or desires to move away for their first job opportunity. To a Daughter Leaving Home When I taught you at at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away on two round wheels, my own mouth rounding in  surprise when you pulled ahead down the curved  path of the park, I kept waiting for the thud of your crash as I sprinted to catch up, while you grew smaller, more breakable with distance, pumping, pumping for your life, screaming with laughter, the hair flapping behind you like a handkerchief waving goodbye. -- Linda Pastan Look what our attitude of  American finance systems have done--productively allowed the labels or identification of our most highlighted social dysfunctions towards money. A Song in the Front Yard I've stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back where it's tough and untended and hungry weed grows.  A girl gets sick of a ros