humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Everyday wartime life in Ukraine: "Every morning I air the blankets on the balcony and see if the houses are still standing"
The flight alarm goes off at five in the morning. Either we'll get the warning on the government's Telegram channel, or we'll hear it for ourselves when it goes off. My twenty-year-old son and I then go into the cloakroom and cover ourselves with clothes and blankets. There is a mattress in front of the door, the windows are taped shut and covered with towels. We wait there until it passes, sometimes it takes ten, sometimes thirty minutes.
By Bimal Kanta Moharana 4 years ago in Families
Free to be me
Deep breath for me, this is still a thing, family members, who think that their way of life is the greatest and only way to be. At the age of nineteen, I was done with my great aunt pushing me, to be more like her, let me paint the picture for you...
By Rosemary D Hunter4 years ago in Families
Bright Shiny Expectations with a Little Existential Crisis Thrown In
The holidays are full of happy, bright, festive parties, people, ideas, and food. We run from each other's houses performing the yearly ritual of celebrating starting with Halloween going to New Year. The rush of gift buying, gift-giving, food preparing, and food eating is a yearly event that some cherish, and others want to hide from.
By Erika Wood4 years ago in Families
Random Tidbits, Volume 1
For my future son, Tozier. Ever since I first picked up Stephen King's novel IT, it has had a special place in my, albeit limited, reading collection. Although I may be sacrificing the truth in some ways, I think that if I was any character from that lore, it would be Richie. I have always liked his name. As a matter of fact, my paternal grandfather's name was Richard. I never met him, and the name is so common that coincidence is all it is, surely, but I feel called to say something about it, regardless.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Families
A Letter to My Daughter
Today, in meditation/yoga, I realized the power that a mother-daughter relationship has on the history of an entire family tree. Hurt daughters turn into hurt mothers. So ladies, heal yourselves. It’s a long, scary journey but for the sake of your daughter, you have to do it. The women in my family hail from women who ingrained negativity in their hearts. You can see the urge to resist the message tracks that have been laid since the days of slavery. You’re pretty, you’re light skinned, you’re a dancer, you’re better than them. When in essence, no one is better than anyone else.
By Ariel Celeste4 years ago in Families
Life always needs its own
If the feeling inside a person dies, then the fine fragments of these broken, shattered relationships are given such wounds which are full of bitterness in some relationships in the world along the way. In which a negative thought often arises in the mind as soon as we hear the name of the relationship but sometimes we fill this bitterness for our own reasons and sometimes others play an important role in filling the bitterness in this relationship. Then there are the delicate relationships such as mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, Nand, brother-in-law, Deorani, Jethani and most of all, the couple's relationship which is filled with bitterness due to our slightest mistake.
By Abubakar Ali4 years ago in Families
The Last Outfit My Father Wore
Three years ago, after my father's passing on February 26, 2019, I started gathering my father's clothing to either donate or take for safekeeping. Along with my mother, I spent time looking through his side of the closet, reminiscing of the times he wore specific articles of clothing and deciding whether the memory warranted cherishing through guardianship.
By Jose Antonio Soto4 years ago in Families
The Gift Card
January, 2022 The storefront door slammed shut as another customer entered. The howling winds of winter was upon us as we all stood in line waiting to be seated or to pick up takeout. Trying to smile behind face masks chatter was little. The past two years in this time of Covid felt as though the world had frozen, and the weather was just catching up.
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Families
