humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Women on the Hill
“A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you. Let your reluctant tears fall. Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle. You will be changed. The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.”~ Jeanette Leblanc
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Families
When I Parent Dies and Grief Doesn't Arrive
I read a wonderful article by Payal Aggarwal today about the tragic loss of her father, and it got me thinking about my own Dad and the loss of parents in general. My story is a very different one to Payal’s and it’s one of mainly confusion as opposed to grief.
By Shelly Freeman4 years ago in Families
In 2022, I'm Giving Myself More of These Things
I love making New Year’s resolutions. I am great at starting things, reinventing myself, going all-in on the new me. But middles? Not so much. By February 1, I’ve usually failed, been hard on myself and forgotten all about my resolution. The last few years, I haven’t even shared my goals because I didn’t want to admit to anyone but myself how little I did to try to achieve them.
By Penny Fuller4 years ago in Families
Fortress of Solitude
Fortress of Solitude By Mark Staal We stepped out into the darkness, immersed in the sounds of the marsh and the wood. The air was warm and pleasant, the stickiness of the day had lifted, and we noticed a chill coming off the water as we made our way down to the dock. Crickets, tree frogs, something in the bog – all cried out that we were there – a welcome or an alarm, I couldn’t tell you…maybe just an ongoing conversation we had interrupted. We spoke in hushed tones to not scare anything away that might be poised to strike. We hoped to find a bent pole, to hear a splash, or the kind of sound created by something thrashing in the deep water – anything to indicate we had a fish on the line.
By Mark Staal4 years ago in Families
A Journey Home
Charles's eyes burst open as the sound of distant commotion woke him from a heavy sleep. His body rested uncomfortably on the cold, wet ground against a pile of rock. Panic and confusion set in as he tried to understand his surroundings and what had happened. The events of an unwinnable battle flashed through his mind as he attempted to move his wounded body to a more secure spot. There was no knowledge of how long Charles had been alone, where the rest of his unit was, or how many American casualties had perished. He was severely injured, dehydrated, and behind enemy lines, with no food or form of communication.
By S.L. Bolin4 years ago in Families





