Welp, I cut off part of my thumb this morning while trying to make myself breakfast. Silly me didn’t follow the directions of my new slicer and cut a small piece of the side of my thumb and nail off. Nothing too serious, really, considering I didn’t lose the whole finger and I didn’t even go to the emergency room. Either way, there is a point behind me bringing all of this up. Today was just another example about how much my family cares about me and how they would drop whatever they were doing to help me. Continue reading →
Posted on December 31, 2011
I was brought up living in a house in middle-class suburbia with a red door and a white picket fence. We were an All American Caucasian family with a mother, father and two children with a golden retriever named Duke. My father was the bread winner while my mother was a homemaker who cooked and cleaned for the fun of it. My elder brother did everything a regular little boy would do–road bikes with friends, played in the mud, got dirty, played baseball–while I stayed at home to learn how to cook a meal that could be featured on the cover of Bon Appétit and a house so clean you could eat off the floor. I wore dresses, kept my finger nails well manicured, and had teeth that pinged whenever I smiled.
If you haven’t realized it, the above it completely and utterly false; I take that back, it wasn’t all false, but here’s what was false. My family was not at all what people would refer to as the “nuclear family.” Firstly, my parents were not both white; my father black and my mother is white, making my brother and myself half black and half white. My mother and father both worked; there was no “bread winner” or “home maker.” My brother was one who went out to play with friends, got dirty, and played baseball, but I was far from the home maker in training I made myself out to be. I didn’t wear dresses, I bit my nails, my room was a mess, and I’ve only recently learned how to cook a proper meal. We also didn’t have a golden retriever; though, we did have a beagle and some cats. And to top it all off, my parents were divorced when I was still young, but continued to live in the same house so my brother and I would have both of our parents. My situation is just one example of how the nuclear family is changing. Continue reading →
Posted on December 30, 2011
Welcome to Familiar Ramblings!
I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m still in the process of putting everything on this blog together. I’m a bit on the indecisive side, so this may take a bit longer than originally planned. I have my first post already written up and ready. It’s actually something I put together when I originally opened this blog, but due to time constraints and all that good stuff–which I’m sure most of you know about– so I figured I’d go ahead and start anew.
Either way, if you haven’t read my “About Me” page yet, I’ll go ahead and give you the basics. My name is Felicia and I’m twenty-three (going on twenty-four). I’ve been married for about a year and three months now to a man that I adore. He’s supportive and someone I know who is always there for me. I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Clinical/Counseling Psychology and as soon as I finished that degree, I decided to jump right to the next–Master’s Degree in Couples, Marriage and Family Therapy which has inspired me to create this blog.
I’ve completed one semester thus far and will be starting my second tomorrow. I’m hoping that my classes will aid me with this blog, giving me new ideas of what to write about and what not. So, stay tuned and enjoy!
Posted on December 28, 2011