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  1. ‘I am still a child, it cannot be good to be married’: how drought forces Afghan families to sell girls as brides

    As climate breakdown pushes families to starvation, many feel forced to ‘sacrifice’ daughters to save siblings. Photographer Elise Blanchard travelled the country speaking to girls as young as eight, 10 and 14 who have been engaged or married to repay debts or pay for food

    theguardian.com/global-develop

    #Globaldevelopment #Childmarriage #Womensrightsandgenderequality #Childrensrights #Society #Afghanistan #SouthandcentralAsia #Drought #Forcedmarriage #Poverty #Hunger #Worldnews #Environment #Climatecrisis #Family #Humanrights #Aid #Internallydisplacedpeople #Violenceagainstwomenandgirls #TheGuardian #

  2. 🦁 WATCH: On a #safari drive through #Kenya, #Elmo and Abby Cadabby learn that lion prides live on open savannah rather than in the deep #jungle. Guide Ms. Naserian explains how female #lions work together to hunt, protect cubs, and lead their family groups.

    👉 seethis.tv/post/who-leads-a-li

    #africa #habitat #kids #mothers #nature #parenting #sesamestreet #travel #tv #wildlife #animals #mammals #science #education #biology #conservation #family #tksst #video

  3. Pa. Great Wolf Lodge homicide: Woman kills husband, 3-year-old son, police say

    POCONO TOWNSHIP, Pa. — A Bradford County woman is accused of killing her husband and her 3-year-old son…
    #NewsBeep #News #Headlines #affidavit #call #charlesharrison #family #husband #investigator #knife #lodgeroom #metallicaharrison #p.m. #poconotownshippoliceofficer #police #resort #son #UnitedStates #Us #USA #wrist
    newsbeep.com/770197/

  4. Wed. Oct. 14, 2026: It’s a Whirlwind

    image courtesy of Pexels from Pixabay

    Wednesday, October 14, 2026

    Waxing Moon

    Pluto, Neptune, Saturn, Chiron, Uranus, Venus Retrograde

    Rainy and cool

    This is my changeover day.

    Monday night, my friend took me out to dinner at Brothers again, which was wonderful. The paving happened on time in front of the house, and they were even done early (but too late for me to head out).

    The cats did not like the noise and vibration.

    We fell into bed early, and I was up a little before 5 AM on Tuesday. I fed the cats, did the litterboxes, made sure everything was set up, ate a muffin, packed up, and was out the door by 6:45, 15 minutes before the pavers would have cut off the road I needed to use to get out.

    I scooted into Fishkill, filled up the car with gas, got on 84, and then the Taconic. The weather was better than predicted for most of the trip. It was a gorgeous drive up the Taconic, with the foliage in full color. Really lovely. Not too much traffic, either.

    MapQuest had another meltdown, and was useless. It sent me in the wrong direction when I got off the Taconic, but I figured it out and turned around. 295 to 5 to 20 to 22 was fine. They paved the bit that was milled on the way down, and it was a better drive. But I missed the turn from 22 onto Provost Road, and ended up going all the way up to Pownal, VT, where I caught 346, and then I knew where I was, and came down 7 through Williamstown. It was rainy and mucky from about Berlin, NY on up.

    Home a little after 9:30. My parking space was there – imagine that! I parked, unloaded, got everything up the stairs.

    Charlotte was delighted to see me. Tessa muttered I messed up the schedule again. Bea hid for about two hours, before becoming very affectionate. Willa didn’t really care one way or the other, because my mom was there the whole time.

    Everything was fine at the house.

    A bunch of packages had arrived while I was gone, and a big stack of mail. Got that all sorted out.

    Unpacked what needed to stay home, and repacked some stuff I need for the residency. Several bags were already packed, and I’m taking fewer books than usual,  but I have project research and accoutrements. Because I’m taking the kiddie pool and the wedding dress to work on for the installation, plus all the stuff for the reading, and the books that weren’t delivered to the studio, it will be a full car again. And I’m still taking less than last year, but it’s bulkier this year.

    I paid the last two bills for the month, I put together the grocery list, and I wrote some cards.

    I did laundry at my friend’s place, so that’s all good. I have to repack the clothes with heavier sweaters and switch out some pants, but everything else is pretty much packed. I will go through it again later today, just to doublecheck.

    I took the COVID test and sent off the negative result. I knew I wasn’t sick, but I get anxious every time I do it.

    We had a meal I’d cooked/frozen before I left for dinner, and I went to bed ridiculously early.

    I slept pretty well (in my own bed!), although I was up twice with Charlotte when she had anxiety attacks.

    Today, I have a lot of errands and grocery shopping, then some baking for the reading. My mom is still stocked with meals I made before I left for Beacon. I’ll buy her some more of the basics. This afternoon, I’m picking up a double batch from the CSA – our last box of the season. I will miss it. I plan to cook some of what’s coming in, and flash freeze some other stuff so I can use it when I come out of studio.

    We had some personnel changes among the poets for the residency. One of our poets’ husbands is ill, and she had to drop out. A local poet stepped in, and I’m looking forward to working with her. She sent me the information I need for the program and the book sale sheets, so I’m working on those changes today, too.

    Tomorrow, the residency starts. October is definitely a whirlwind!

    #cats #changeover #cooking #family #organization #poetry #travel #writing
  5. Homeschool Field Trip

    One of the greatest joys of homeschooling is being able to learn on the go. If the kiddos don't feel like diving into the books that day, we learn outside instead. Especially while the weather is enjoyable I try to incorporate fun field trips into our lessons. Learning should be fun and exciting not mundane. While I know fun and exciting can not be incorporated into every lesson, it is a vital part of our homeschooling and one I enjoy greatly. In fact, field trips are probably my favorite […]

    heathercongrove.com/2026/10/14

  6. I Sang Along with Michael Jackson in the MRI Machine

    For legal reasons, I can’t write explicit details about getting hit by a car as a pedestrian in the crosswalk with the blaring walk signal, nor about my injuries. 

    Shock and denial had me believing that since there was no bloodshed or broken bones, I was (going to be) alright. I’m the freak of nature who walked (limped) home two blocks after getting hit. 

    Well, MRI results and sleepless nights due to agonizing pain and visual mind replays of a car grill coming at me deem that to be magnificently incorrect.

    The silver lining is that even in the depths of depression, I can laugh—in the sense that people text LOL even though they did not “laugh out loud—at the moments of absurdity that have since spawned from that life-altering event. Let’s start with the absurdity of getting hit by a freaking SUV in the crosswalk! On the other hand, I jaywalked on busy Fulton St., dodging bikes, buses, ambulances, and cars yet walked away unscathed.

    Despite being in visible pain, swollen and limping, I offered my friend Gina a tour of my apartment when she arrived to take me to the hospital. We’d seen each other since I moved into my new home months earlier, but she hadn’t seen it yet.

    The whole hospital corridor caught a peek of my red panties through the back of my hospital gown when I hobbled out of the bathroom back to my gurney. I didn’t care about modesty even though that was before the drugs had kicked in.

    Gina said she could tell when the drugs kicked in. Later, looking at my droopy eyes in the photos, I could tell too.

    My father, who walks with a cane due to MS (multiple sclerosis) jumped up and ran around á la shocked baby mama learning disappointing paternity results on Maury. 

    Over a month later, my father hollered when I told him I still wasn’t OK, as if it were the first time learning I’d been hit by a car.

    When my father calls for his weekly check-ins, he whispers as if he doesn’t want to wake my newborn baby. I will never give him a grandchild, but he has six thanks to my siblings.

    The amount of sweet potato I left on the peel broke my heart. Being right-handed, I couldn’t maneuver the peeler with my left. It takes more strength and dexterity than I realized. I used a knife to peel it as I would a pineapple. Like Julius on Everybody Hates Chris, I tried to calculate how much money I lost since I paid for the potatoes by the pound. 

    Paying per pound is the same reason I hate buying whole fish versus fillets at the fish market, though I do. Y’all are charging me for the head, fin, tail, and bones that I won’t–nay CAN’T–eat! I do enjoy the eyes, on the rare occasion I fry the fish. 

    It was only after the potato peeling struggle that it dawned on me to wrap the potato in foil and bake it so I could easily slice through the flesh. My usual and preferred method is to peel, cut into cubes, drizzle olive oil, sprinkle cinnamon and nutmeg, then bake until tender.

    The nurse and I laughed when she left off the numbers after the decimal point when she weighed me on the digital scale during a follow-up appointment. She winked and said, “You know, gotta account for the clothes.” The kind gesture in the form of a laugh was appreciated in what was sure to be a bleak appointment.

    My aunt spent a week with me to caretake and help me. I asked her to clean my gross tub. I gave her a tutorial on how to use the extended automated brush with a rotating head and interchangeable parts. I purchased it pre-injury to make cleaning easier. Even though I could use it with my left hand, the vibrations irritate my back. 

    It was quiet for a bit, so after hobbling to the bathroom door, I saw my aunt on her knees scrubbing the tub with a towel. She found the towel, used for cleaning blinds and windowsills, amongst the cleaning supplies. “I don’t trust the brush,” she said.

    I refused to let my aunt rub me down in turmeric, as suggested by her close friend. I have white walls (for now), nice furniture, and bamboo sheets that shan’t be forever tainted orange like our current Commander-in-Chief. I am more than willing to sip hot turmeric tea with a dash of black pepper to activate the turmeric’s anti-inflammatory properties.

    It took me 56 seconds to unlock the two locks on my front door with my left hand. I’m quicker now, but the hand-eye coordination was that of a baby.

    Seeing that the security desk was vacant when I went there seeking help to open a new jar of sea moss gel, I asked a female resident in the lobby returning home. She looked at me funny, but obliged after I explained my injuries.

    There was water spillage everywhere the first time I watered my plants with my left hand. No need for them to go hungry just because I don’t have an appetite.

    Despite my dress being backwards at the doctor’s office, I was complimented on my chicness. I realized the black, one bare shoulder maxi dress was backwards when I attempted to put a tissue in the pocket, and the pocket was facing the wrong way. After wrestling to put it on, I didn’t have the energy to fix it. Assuming they’d have me change into a hospital gown for the X-rays, I’d remedy the situation then. They did not. I did not.

    At the same appointment, they did require I remove my jewelry and bralette because of the little metal adjustment pieces on the spaghetti straps. Post-X-ray, I just let my titties hang under my backwards dress for the rest of the injury assessment. I felt more naked not wearing my necklaces and earrings than not wearing a bra(lette). 

    With my shoulder injury, I can’t even wear a bra. Fastening the clasps shocks me with jolts of pain.

    The Lyft driver looked like he was on the verge of tears because I was on the verge of tears (or was I actually crying?) from pain as I exited the car.

    I sang along with Michael Jackson to “The Lady in my Life” in the MRI tunnel. They gave me earplugs and over-the-ear headphones to combat the noisiness of the MRI machine. 

    I’m not claustrophobic; I wasn’t scared, and I remember listening to Michael Jackson, Luther Vandross and Stevie Wonder before either crying myself to sleep, passing out, or disassociating from the pain. My aunt said I was in the MRI tunnel for over 20 minutes. The thin padding did little to alleviate my excruciating and searing back pain. 

    As mandated by my physical therapist, I have to take daily morning walks to start my day with mental clarity. I’m scared of moving cars and crosswalks, so I walk in the nearby cemetery.

    I stopped visiting my mother’s grave in my teens, but now I take daily walks in a cemetery.

    I have the worst sense of direction. I get lost at the doctor’s office trying to find the exit. It’s a big deal that when a car pulled up to ask me how to exit the cemetery, I was able to give directions. Confidently.

    Only a few days prior, I did, in fact, get lost in the cemetery after getting spooked. Not because I was walking amongst the dead, but because the sound of passing cars was too close for comfort, so I walked deeper into the grounds not to hear them anymore. I took too many turns and had no idea where I was. “Auntie, why didn’t you use GPS?” asked my niece. Because I didn’t know you could use GPS in a cemetery.

    I recognized one of the cemetery groundsmen when we crossed paths.

    When I heard music, I turned to see a woman dancing and singing off-key at a grave. Because of my poor eyesight and the sun, I couldn’t tell if she had set up a tripod to record herself. I really hope she wasn’t making content for Tik Tok.

    This list was mostly conducted after, or rather during, another sleepless night due to pain. I’ve watched the sun come up several times. My weighted blanket can only do so much. I don’t take melatonin; magnesium upsets my stomach, though it gets the job done by knocking me out without warning.

    I found a Spotify sleep playlist. Certain megahertz frequencies supposedly induce relaxation and sleep. I don’t know if it actually worked or if my body finally gave in to the exhaustion. I remember seeing the digital display of 3:38 am.

    I’d rather tap away on my phone in the dark than wrestle to lean over to turn on the bedside lamp, or worse, get up out of bed to turn on the overhead light to read. ‘Tis time to purchase a book light so my physical therapist can’t throw shade about how long I spend reading a book. 

    #love #family #writing #health #life #depression #PTSD #MentalHealth #MichaelJackson #hospital #Recovery #Cemetery #Walks #MRI
  7. Violence Against Children in Australia

    Australian data reveal sharp rise in recorded violence against children over past decade

    * "Research published today by University of Sydney researchers has found that both sexual assault and family violence-related assault involving children increased sharply across Australia from 2014 to 2024, with violence accelerating in the last three to five years."

    "We are at a crisis point. Sexual assault and family and domestic violence have increased over the decade, but what's particularly concerning is that the steepest increases were in the last three to five years." >>
    medicalxpress.com/news/2026-10

    * "Violence against children is a fundamental breach of human rights."
    Lucinda Grummitt et al., Trends in Violence Against Children in Australia, JAMA Network Open (2026). DOI: 10.1001/jamanetworkopen.2026.38285 >>
    jamanetwork.com/journals/jaman
    #violence #children #infants #MinorityRights #HumanRights #MisogynisticCultures #GenderNorms #FamilyViolence #family #FDV #MasculinityNarratives #SexualHarm #GenderBaseViolence #inequality #culture

  8. Family dialogue and its impact on home stability

    This is dialogue: to listen, to gather, to explain, to make the person in front of you feel valued, and to address the problem with wisdom and compassion, not with oppression and humiliation

    alborz8.wordpress.com/2026/10/

  9. 370). "Someone's" being used to 'get to' younger bro (and test of bro's/fam), so he'll be MASSIVE danger while out n about....wherever he is and WHOEVER'S with/around him (possibly ANYONE 'unknown' who's "approached" him)....same lowlife scum of the earth behind everything going on...

    #targeting
    #family
    #illegal
    #harassment
    #criminal
    #corruption
    #pancreas
    #electroMagneticExposure
    #gallbladder
    #lungs
    #back
    #heart
    #allMajorOrgans

  10. 369). Targeting MAINLY younger bro's heart and abdominal areas.......guts, liver etc...

    We're all MAINLY being targeted when in any particular building, WHEREVER we're expected to be (also expected to be out in the open)

    #targeting
    #family
    #illegal
    #harassment
    #criminal
    #corruption
    #pancreas
    #electroMagneticExposure
    #gallbladder
    #lungs
    #back
    #heart
    #allMajorOrgans

  11. Check Out at RoddandTodd.com

    Step into the delightful world of RODD AND TODD©, where gentle stories, early learning tools, cozy gifts, and family friendly resources come together in one magical place. Every item is thoughtfully created with soft artwork, simple language, and timeless lessons that help little ones grow with confidence, kindness, and joy. Whether you’re searching for a new bedtime favourite, a meaningful gift, or engaging activities for curious young learners, RoddandTodd.com offers a collection […]

    roddandtoddcom.wordpress.com/2

  12. fall is for friendship

    Sometimes, fall makes me believe I’m a witch who can travel in time.

    mylittlehawk.com/2026/10/13/fa

  13. 351). So basically targeting bro without doing anything to his specific van at base, instead via someone else's and/or another driver's goods

    #targeting
    #family
    #illegal
    #harassment
    #criminal
    #corruption
    #pancreas
    #electroMagneticExposure
    #gallbladder
    #lungs
    #back
    #heart
    #allMajorOrgans

  14. Don’t Forget

    Don't forget to grab your free pritnales that go along with your new book! Check out The Book Nook to find reading logs, matching games and book marks. For even more fun check out my curated list of free resources and links at The Wonder Workshop. From cirriculm to STEM resources catered to kids of all ages. Haven't grabbed your copy yet? Not a problem. Follow the Amazon link to purchase Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go. A huge shout out to Kaylee Norman and all the hard work she did on […]

    heathercongrove.com/2026/10/12

  15. A Flood That Should Have Run Dry

    She sat in the waiting room, she twisted her face toward the window so the other patients—the joyful ones, the ones with big bellies—wouldn’t see the tears falling from her eyes.

    thewordsofsophiemarino.com/202

  16. A new approach to tackle sexual abuse in schools | Letters
    By Guardian Staff

    Responding to an editorial on the extent of sexual abuse of pupils by their peers, a reader calls for more nuance and compassion. Plus a letter from Donna Hill

    theguardian.com/society/2026/o

    #Childprotection #Children #Society #Schools #Youngpeople #Sexualconsent #Education #Relationships #Family #UKcriminaljustice #Teaching #UKnews #TheGuardian #GuardianStaff

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