humanity
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Product of Lies
Product of Lies My earliest recollection of a lie was at the age of five. It was the Christmas holiday week, and my mom and dad were have an annual Christmas party for friends that included a couple children. The night was a fantasy, like the Nutcracker Suite without dancing. Our house length sunroom, which I always called the ball room was fully decked out in silver and gold garland, hung from each of the recessed lights in the entire room, which made the light refracting off of the tinsel, shimmer and flicker throughout. There was beautifully delicious food laid out and beverages for the kids and the adults. I was going to be a long evening of magical socializing in holiday vignettes.
By Alexandra Grantabout 8 hours ago in Families
The quiet sound of families breaking. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
There is a kind of silence that is louder than any noise. It is the silence of a child waking in the night and realizing their parent is gone. It is the silence of a kitchen table with one chair suddenly empty. It is the silence of a home that still looks the same, but no longer feels the same. Across the United States, thousands of families live inside that silence. Not because of war. Not because of disaster. Not because of death. But because of policy.
By Kaylee Southerabout 15 hours ago in Families
The Farmer and His Three Sons
In a quiet village surrounded by wide fields and dusty paths, there lived a hardworking farmer. His hands were rough from years of working the land, and his face carried the marks of long days spent under the sun. Farming was not just his work; it was his life. Before the sun rose each morning, he would already be walking toward his fields, and after sunset, he would return home tired but grateful.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Families
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 Mom2 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 AHMAD6 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.7 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.7 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 Mom8 days ago in Families
