humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Fleeing Home - Again.... Content Warning.
Today I am not going to lie about or sugarcoat how I am doing. I am doing terribly. My children and I ended up fleeing our home last night. Again. Because of a man who decided to tell me that I had no other option than that he was going to be accessing my property.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout 5 hours ago in Families
How Pets Shape Us Into Better Humans. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
A good friend comes in any form, whether human or pet, capable of changing your personality and character. Like a good human friend, pets give you a new way of thinking, fresh perspectives, and teach you kindness.
By Pets Lifya day ago in Families
Why Busy Moms Don’t Need New Year’s Resolutions
The Pressure of New Year’s Resolutions Being a mom is a lot like running a marathon that never ends. Every day brings new challenges, new decisions, and countless small emergencies.
By Tiffany De Marco2 days ago in Families
The Love That Stays Off-Camera
I didn’t notice the fire until it was almost too late. It was a Tuesday in late October. Dry wind, brittle leaves, the kind of air that crackles with danger. I was inside, scrolling through bad news on my phone, when the smell hit—acrid, sharp, wrong. I ran outside just as smoke curled over the ridge behind our street.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Families
The Last Gallop
In a small village nestled between golden wheat fields and sun-cracked hills, there lived a horse named Bahar. He wasn’t sleek or swift, nor did he have a pedigree worth boasting about. His coat was dull in places, his legs bore old scars, and one ear was half-torn from a long-forgotten storm. But to twelve-year-old Rehan, Bahar was more than a horse—he was memory, comfort, and home.
By meerjanan5 days ago in Families
Mutants for Dividends: How Bioengineered Animals Feed Profits, Not Life
That little “bioengineered” sticker on your groceries? It’s not a warning—it’s a confession. America didn’t just change food; it rewrote nature’s code to keep profits flowing. Too bad your body—and the animals—are the crash test dummies.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.5 days ago in Families
Your Plate Is a Stock Ticker: How Wall Street Profits Off Fake Food
Walk into any supermarket and you’re not walking into a place designed to feed you. You’re walking into a showroom for financial assets disguised as food. The bright boxes screaming “healthy,” “whole grain,” “low fat” are line items on earnings calls, tuned to one purpose: turn your need to survive into shareholder profit.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.5 days ago in Families
The Last Day of 2025. Content Warning.
2025 was an objectively hard year for me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't extremely thrilled to be done with whatever this last year has been! It is fitting that I want to use Wednesdays to write wacky things... and the end of 2025 is on a Wednesday - as it has been one wacky year!
By The Schizophrenic Mom6 days ago in Families
KEM reveals baby no. 8 is a girl with sonogram video: ‘Another little miracle’
KEM is a staple at music festivals all around the country. His cool, not showy presence is a favorite amongst grown folks. You can almost picture the silk shirt sets and loafers worn and coolers toted in SUVs to an area with folding chairs and fans.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Families
Abuse Comes In Many Forms
There are many forms of abuse in relationships, and some show very few signs to those on the outside. Abuse: Definition
By Margaret Minnicks7 days ago in Families
The Space Between Noticing
The city woke up loudly, but Jonah always noticed the silence first. It lived in the early hours, tucked between the hum of traffic and the clatter of metal gates opening for business. It lingered in the spaces most people rushed through without a second thought. Jonah didn’t rush. He never had.
By Yasir khan8 days ago in Families
How Growing Up Through a Stereo Shaped Me.
Nintendo Game Boys, Veggie Tales, and the original Wii. These are just some things I remember from my childhood. A boy is looking out the window, letting the wind run through his hair as he leans out the window. That’s my oldest brother, we’ll call him Wiz. Adjacent to him, we have a bald baby playing with a Larry-Boy, affectionately called “Toilet Man” (Veggie Tales) action figure; that’s my older brother Bud. We’re a year apart. Then there’s my sisters, Pat and Kay, kind of quiet souls, but the radio is playing, so there’s some life in them.
By Samantha8 days ago in Families