Looking stunning as usual, Miley Cyrus turned some heads with her all-black ensemble at the 2025 Met Gala in New York City. The “Flowers” hitmaker donned a custom Alaïa by Pieter Mulier outfit with jewelry from Cartier. She kept her hair simple with a slick-back style. While at the famous event, Miley stated the “Superfine: Tailoring Black Style” theme meant ‘celebrating identity and uniqueness” and “challenging what’s expected of you and going beyond.” “Really being proud of yourself and how you show up,” she pointed out. “I think of these gowns as, like, armor. It’s a representation of power and…
Author: World Wide
So last night, I did the whole bedtime routine—bath, stories, lullabies, the usual bribes about extra pancakes if they actually stayed in their own beds. My daughter, Lira, has her room decked out in unicorns and twinkle lights, and my son, Cyrus, is across the hall with his dinosaur sheets and every stuffed animal he owns. I tucked them in, did the final round of hugs, and closed their doors thinking I’d finally get a few hours of peace. Cut to about 2 a.m.—I wake up to an eerie quiet. Not even the usual shuffling sounds from the baby monitor.…
We were halfway through the fourth inning, and honestly, I was more focused on keeping Baxter cool than watching the score. It was Bark at the Park night, and my golden retriever was loving every minute of it—ears perked, tail thumping, nose working overtime. People kept stopping to pet him, and he soaked it all up like he was the mayor of the stadium. I turned for maybe thirty seconds to grab my drink. That’s all it took. When I looked back, Baxter was sitting proudly in the aisle, wagging like a maniac… with a fully loaded hot dog hanging…
He was up before me that morning, fully dressed, both shoes on the wrong feet, waiting by the door like he was about to board a rocket ship. “Ready?” I asked, trying to keep it together. First day of kindergarten. Big stuff. He nodded, clutching his new red Lightning McQueen backpack like it held the secrets of the universe. But then he turned around and grabbed another one—same character, smaller, clearly overstuffed. “Why do you need two bags, buddy?” He looked up at me, calm and serious in that way only five-year-olds can be when they think they know everything.…
I was just wandering into the kitchen, thinking about grabbing another roll before dinner, when I stopped dead in my tracks. There they were—Grandma and Grandpa—standing by the counter, totally lost in their own little world. He had his arms wrapped around her, his chin resting right on her shoulder. And she just leaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. They didn’t even notice me. I swear, it was like time froze for a second. All the noise in the house—the kids running around, the clatter of plates—just faded into the background. I always…
Growing up, I never saw my dad the way most girls do. He was already in his late 60s when I was in kindergarten. Gray hair, tired eyes, stiff knees. He didn’t throw me in the air or chase me around the yard. He was always sitting—reading newspapers, fixing radios, or dozing off in the recliner. He never finished high school. Said he dropped out in the tenth grade to help his own dad at the auto shop. Back then, I guess that meant something. But to me, as a kid in honors classes and on track teams, it was…
All our lives, we lived for the kids. Not for ourselves, not for success—just for them, our darling three, whom we cherished, spoiled, and sacrificed everything for. Who would have thought that at the end of the road, when health falters and strength fades, we’d be left with nothing but silence and heartache instead of gratitude and care? John and I knew each other since childhood—grew up on the same street, sat in the same classroom. When I turned eighteen, we married. The wedding was modest; money was tight. A few months later, I found out I was pregnant. John…
Today’s my 97th birthday. I woke up with no candles, no cards, no phone calls. I live in a small room above a closed-down hardware store. The landlord doesn’t charge me much, mostly because I fixed his plumbing last winter. Not much in here besides a creaky bed, a kettle, and my chair by the window. That window’s my favorite—it lets me watch the buses go by. I walked to the bakery two blocks down. The girl behind the counter smiled like she didn’t recognize me, even though I come in every week for day-old bread. I told her, “Today’s…
Okay, I know how this sounds already. Most people get all teary-eyed and sentimental about their moms on graduation day. But for me? I was dreading it. Not the cap and gown part, not even the walking across the stage. It was knowing my mom would be in the crowd—my much older mom. She had me at 47. So while other kids had moms in their forties with dyed hair and fake lashes, mine looked more like someone’s grandmother. I hated that I cared, but I did. I always did. Parent-teacher nights were the worst. Even back then, I’d beg…
