humanity
Humanity begins at home.
I'll Be Zorro, Thanks
At 11, I was going to be Zorro when I grew up, and I was serious about it. There had been a distinct setback to that dream when I had to get glasses (how do you wear a mask with glasses?) but I had rallied and decided I could wear them over it.
By Lydia Stewart4 years ago in Families
Little cat
I watched my friend in the same position I was in- flat on the couch waiting for a spark of inspiration, or at least a spark of something. An hour, maybe two had passed since we last discussed what should we do today. Mom had already said no to taking the car, which meant the bus would be our only option.
By Peyton Eisler4 years ago in Families
The Nekkid King of The Jungle
The Big Woods was where we spent a great deal of our free time. The trees there seemed to reach the sky and in the summer they provided a great source of shade to hide us from the hot Southern sun. The main action area for us was at the bottom of a valley that ran the length of the woods. At the bottom of this valley was a large tree that had fallen and it was appropriately named, The Big Log. It served as a great gathering place to choose sides for a war or to gather to begin a trip into the jungle.
By Dale Austin 4 years ago in Families
My Dog Missy
When my brother and I were kids, growing up in West Bridgewater, Massachusetts, we were too young to be employed, other than being normal sons, that was our sole purpose we thought. As such, we needed to have a furry friend, to amuse us, follow us, and accept us with never any repercussions for telling her no, or whacking her with a newspaper when she would chase a car down Spring Street. My brother, Chris and I employed her and named her Missy. She was a golden color and a mix of German Shepherd and Collie and faithful to a fault. In many ways, she was helpful. She barked and made sure all creatures large and small knew they were not welcomed in our yard, or to appear in any way to harm Chris or I or our other siblings when they came along. By all standards, Missy handled the job of being part of the family, very well.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Families
My Life
My life where do I start, let's start back in 2009 when I met a great guy thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. He was charming, good looking and funny and had a great smile that just lit up a room. We were together for 6 years I have never been with anyone that long. He came and moved in with but then got evicted and had to move back in with my grandparents. Fast forwarding to the year 2012 I was pregnant with my first child Jayden Alexander but unfortunately he was a stillborn at 18 weeks that's when I was first diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and I was devastated I was so hurt and numb I didn't know what to do I thought it was my fault I couldn't even bear the pain I was going through no one could understand how I felt I wanted to die. Then in 2015 I was pregnant with my 2nd child Xavier Lee I had him had 23 weeks but he didn't survive I was like, " Lord what is happening?" I was really just out of it I spent time in the hospital and then in a psychiatric ward because the doctors thought I was having suicidal thoughts because I wasn't talking nor barely eating I just wanted to be left alone but looking at me I was the most strongest person I prayed and prayed for strength and a few years past then i met this amazing human being of a man who is so generous and sweet and most handsome of all. He holds me together even though I still breakdown behind closed doors without him seeing me, but I know he is going to tell me that it's alright to cry and let it out by me losing two of my baby boys they have made me stronger and I know I will have a healthy baby someday but now I am happy and being prosperous and growing every single day. My parents and my grandparents are the ones who in life have held me together for all these years and I thank them for that. My grandparents raised me and they made me into the woman I am today. That's MY home!!!! I have learned from any mistakes I have made and became a strong individual. I have to do what I have to do to become successful and excel in my life. From me losing my boys and having a chronic illness I still maintain standing. I tell myself every single day to be prosperous and wise. I don’t let anything get me down. I do cry if I have to, but other than that I remain with a smile on my face. I have been hurt and devastated by the activities in my life and that I have experienced. My father always told me don’t depend on no one, because you can’t trust them and be your own individual. He always gave me and my sister lectures on life, because people will run over you, but you can’t let them. My dad has been on his own since he was 16 and he didn’t have anyone to teach him about life and the do’s and don’ts. This life and world out here isn’t a game. It’s a struggle, but we all can get through anything with God’s help. I am so thankful that I have a family that cares enough about me and my life. I don’t know what I would do without them. MY FAMILY IS MY STRENGTH TO THE FULLEST.
By Quiana Brown4 years ago in Families
In search of cherokee blood
“Northerners know nothing at all about Slavery. They think it is perpetual bondage only. They have no conception of the depth of degradation involved in that word, SLAVERY; if they had, they would never cease their efforts until so horrible a system was overthrown.” - Harriet Jacobs (writing as Linda Brent), Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl
By Kennerly Clay4 years ago in Families
Black Girl, You are Beautiful
My 3 year old daughter Poppy has so many toys: stuffed animals, superheroes, teddy bears, dinosaurs, cars and the dolls, oh my goodness. We have enough dolls for all of the kids in the neighbourhood. One thing I always encourage is my daughter playing with coloured dolls.
By Shahnee Hunter4 years ago in Families
