humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Little box, big surprise.
The sand is so cold at night, I can feel it through my bare feet. I went out for a walk, very close to the place where I work and live, in the distance I could see two strange figures, which seemed to be doing something. I putted my shoes on and approached stealthily since it is rare to see something like this at this time, on the edge of the beach. The shadows disappeared into the darkness of the night, leaving something on the ground, apparently not buried enough in the sand. I waited for them to leave the place before approaching, I could feel the fear that people had, they shouted at each other as they buried that thing that seemed to be a small box.
By Luciana Moreno4 years ago in Families
Excommunication of the Self...
Originally written by Olivia Petrus. Oct. 7th, 2007. I stared out the car window at the green open fields enveloped in the early Sunday morning light. The car moved slowly up and down the hilly road that led us past the Illinois countryside. I noticed the birds soaring freely in the blue skies and watched the cows graze, while the horses galloped in and out of the stereotypical barns littered across that Middle-of-Nowhere Town.
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Families
A VERY ANGRY WOMAN
Attending fifth grade in St. Stephens Catholic School was fun with my new friend I made, Terrance, he was in my class and after school we would have fun doing things together. We always were trying to stay out of trouble on a daily basis. Sometimes we would go to my house that was a few blocks away from the school or his house located directly across the street from the school and the church to play after school. We would go to my house a lot more often because of all my friends on my street. We had more than enough kids to play a pickup baseball game. We would play in empty parking lots after the company employees went home from work for the day. There were no baseball diamonds in the neighborhood, the ones that did exist and we could use were too far away for all of us to walk too. So, we had to settle for pickup games in empty parking lots or empty fields. We had to make the best of what was available.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Families
School Shots
I remember that day, it was always an exciting but also a little scary. We had to awake early and eat breakfast; really only time other than Saturday and Sunday my mom would cook a big breakfast. Those were my younger days when I sported an afro and ma duke would put that sulfur 8 in my hair and pick it out real clean and nice. Then put he Vaseline all over me because I had that bad dry skin (what I know now as eczema). It was me, my mom, and my sister(my pops was in the U.S. Army so he was not there at the time). We would get on the city bus for a trip I enjoyed but my sister hated. I would look out the window and play a game that was really simple. Don‘t know the name of it but I do know we would name a color and as we looked out the window, if that color car came by then that car would be ours (In our imagination). I always picked red back then because most corvettes, camaros, and chevelles were red. It seemed like a forever ride to me but we were just going downtown; in which the city bus route might have been 30 minutes at the most. Once we got to the bus terminal downtown we would walk another ten minutes to the clinic which was right in front of the hospital.
By Johnne C Moore4 years ago in Families
Corey Chambers SoCal Home Real Estate Newsletter November 2021
The month of November brings about an extra opportunity to say Thank You for being a valuable part of our business. As most begin to prepare for the Holiday season, plan Thanksgiving get-togethers and the like, it’s easy to become wrapped up in all that we have to do to ensure a fun, joyful time for all we are responsible for — while overlooking all that we have to be thankful for. Gratitude, though, is a contagious attitude! | VIDEO
By Corey Chambers4 years ago in Families
WEIRD DREAMS AS A YOUNG CHILD
WEIRD DREAMS (As a young child) I remember three dreams that I repeatedly had as a young child at the age of seven or eight. They were frustrating to me because I do not know why I had them. Maybe I did not have self-confidence as a youngster; these dreams continued to haunt me for a couple of years. Looking back now, they are kind of funny, but as a child, they were very disturbing to me at the time.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Families
Mother, Lover, and Worker
Before I start ranting here, I’d just like to say that I like being a mam. My kid can be a pain in the arse, but I am happy that I have him and love him unconditionally. That said, I think it should be OK to give out about your kid wrecking your buzz without feeling guilty. It’s not this perfect little bubble of joy.
By Caroline Egan4 years ago in Families
AT THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
Many years ago, in a neighborhood middle class working people full of good friendly neighbors with many children, there were many small family-owned stores on the main street, a beauty salon, convenience store, woman's hat store, soda fountain with ice cream store, Rudy's local saloon, and an electric motor repair store all just in one block. Some folks worked in factories, and some had their own businesses. Going east on that main street from our block was a bridge over railroad tracks, on the left-hand side was a gas station, and a Harley Davidson Motorcycle dealership and more small shops.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Families
She Travelled Around the World With Half Bound Feet
Meet my Nanna Tao (‘Tao Nai Nai’ in Mandarin or just ‘Nai Nai’ to me). This is my dad’s mum. My beautiful ‘Nai Nai’ was born in 1919 and left us in 2008 at 89 years old. We miss her greatly, but her impact is still felt.
By Lesley Tao4 years ago in Families
Ugly As a Mother
It all starts with that little test. You sit waiting eagerly in the bathroom for those two lines; that plus sign with the one line to follow; the electronic screen with the word pregnant. What follows is the overwhelming feeling of excitement, followed by anxiety, and maybe a tiny bit of fear. After the grand announcement, everyone has so much advice to offer you. Strangers in the grocery store will tell you to sleep while you can because new babies never sleep. Your family will tell you not to spoil the baby, set rules early, and they hope the baby turns out to be just like you so you can experience all the hell you put them through. Other mothers will bombard you with questions on your approach to parenting so they can turn their noses up and judge you.
By Michaela Gallien4 years ago in Families
