humanity

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My Safta Made Borscht
I always thought that eating soup in the summer was beyond silly. How could you eat something hot when it was scorching outside? And to eat cold soup? That just sounded like I forgot about it and it cooled down in my absence.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Families
Peach Custard Ice Cream
Golden juice dribbled down Mom’s hands and clung to her forearms. She peeled and diced peaches, paring knife circling, no need for a cutting board.
By Heather Chock4 years ago in Families
My Dad wasn't always a Dad
My Dad was wild as an adolescent. Growing up, I heard many stories of my Dad in his younger days. I seemed to forget that my parents actually lived and had their own lives before me and my siblings were born, the mind of a child I guess.
By A. Keson4 years ago in Families
Play Ball
When I was a kid, I thought the last words of the national anthem were "play ball!" This song belonged on the pitcher's mound. It was made to echo off the Green Monster. It sounded best under the lights.
By Rachel Collins4 years ago in Families
What is The Home Depot Health Check?
The home depot health check is a form that is meant to serve the employees' health needs. This program is a part of an ongoing health monitoring program that the company has to keep its associates in good health. It does not affect an employee's work hours and they can request a time change if they are going over their allocated time. The form itself takes about 5 minutes to fill out. You can visit the home depot's website or download the app to find out more about the different health checks they offer.
By Jan Muhammad4 years ago in Families
The Watermelon in the Pool
Summer, I’ve realized, has a lot of ‘iconic’ foods. At least for me. Whether it’s steak on the grill with asparagus and pasta salad, eating outside with the family with music in the background and the insects buzzing, humidity ripe in the air and sticky. Or homemade pizza with everyone laughing in the kitchen, flour everywhere and toppings, oftentimes serving as snacks, conversations flowing easily except for the few arguments about if ‘pineapples really belong on pizza’. Or even hamburgers and turkey burgers at a friend’s house, fingers wrinkled from the pool with bees and wasps buzzing nearby and a dog watching you closely telepathically telling you to drop just one bite more.
By Madison Betcher4 years ago in Families
In search of my iconic summer food
It is a dreadful task to answer the question, “What is your favorite food?” The questions revolving around food have haunted me for the most of my life. I wonder does every person has a favorite food?
By Tessa Talia Rose4 years ago in Families
My New Neighbors;
So, as does most of society, we live in an apartment complex. And as with any apartment complex living, the neighbors change on a regular basis. Especially in this day and age where prices are going up so high not all families can continue to stay put. Well, the new neighbors that are moving across the hall from us are a very elderly couple. They have been living in this complex for over 15 years, from what I understand.
By #KristinaWrites4 years ago in Families
Summer Dreams
The extreme temperature of my first memorable summer was unusually humid for our area of Indiana, driving the heat index up into almost the 100’s. There hadn’t been much rain that year and it showed. Mrs. Shultz from next door couldn’t keep her prize roses alive long enough to compete in the garden club’s annual floral competition but to her credit, most of the other gardeners in the area were experiencing worse issues than she was.
By Veronica Coldiron4 years ago in Families
Using My Own "Pocahontas" Family Story to Search for Truth. Top Story - June 2022.
As a child, I was fascinated by our family story of Native American heritage. One of my goals as a genealogist is to distinguish (to quote mixed-race author Darnella Davis) “who we are” from “who we think we are.” I was told we were descended from a woman who was part of the "Cornplanter" tribe in Pennsylvania. Although I am pale white, my late brother, Peter, had darker skin and higher cheekbones, and he turned olive-brown in the summer. We assumed that was due to the presumed Native DNA. No. I have done a DNA test and it shows 0.0% Indigenous North American DNA. My story is not unusual.
By Andrew Gaertner4 years ago in Families
Driving Slow Coming Home
I followed him home down ice-slicked roads, the flash and grind of oncoming snowplows making the Minnesota roads seem all-too-narrow. The trees hung heavy with last night's snowfall, and some of us were taking care. I didn't mean to follow him home, but that was beside the point.
By Alice J. Luther 4 years ago in Families
Mosquito Road. Top Story - June 2022.
Standing at my grandmother's grave with her son, side by side, surrounded by a swarm of hungry mosquitoes, we both gazed silently at her tombstone. It had been a decade since her passing and somehow I had been the one to inform my father that she didn't wake up that day. To say that we weren't close at that time, would be an underestimation of the years of fear and pain under his thumb. The silence between us was ripe with tension, regret, and yearning for some sort of solace.
By Jack Cascade4 years ago in Families