humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Blood of the covenant
“There are, indeed, various evidences that the tie of blood-covenanting is reckoned, in the East, even a closer tie than that of natural descent; that a “friend” by this tie is nearer and is dearer, “sticketh closer,” than a “brother” by birth. We, in the West, are accustomed to say, that “blood is thicker than water”; but the Arabs have the idea that blood is thicker than milk, than a mother’s milk. With them, any two children nourished at the same breast are called “milk-brothers,” [9] or “sucking brothers”; [10] and the tie between such is very strong.” (H.C. Trumbull (). THE BLOOD COVENANT. Simplicissimus Book Farm. https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-blood-covenant/id1046756412).
By Cadma4 years ago in Families
Pears On The Runway
Dreaming “Under The Pear Tree” From the time I was small I would run as fast as I could , out into the orchard. I always ran to my favourite pear tree. I even sketched my name Alma in it ,and a heart.
By Cathy Deslippe4 years ago in Families
Seeking Revenge…
Grandmother is 85 years old. She lost her husband fours ago. He was shot in a botched attempted robbery. The case was never solved.
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Families
Inside a Mom's Brain
Part 1 I wrote this when I felt the most overwhelmed today. It is scattered, it is unedited, it is a raw piece of mom's brain during meltdowns, working from home, and trying to maintain my sanity...
By Christina DeFeo4 years ago in Families
A New Tradition
Flaming Arrow, Little Wing and Dew Drop always loved to go out hunting or ice fishing with Strong Bow and Eagle’s Wing, their father and mother. As the snow began to dissipate, Eagle’s wing began to get the girls and herself bundled up to go out for the day’s hunt, as Strong Bow and Flaming arrow got the equipment ready. Going out to hunt or fish were regular occurrences among the tribe, but taking women and girls along was often frowned up by the other tribe members.
By Samirra Elsaieh4 years ago in Families
LIFE SUCKS
Life sucks. Understatement of the century, I know…but some days, that’s all I can say. Anything happier would be a lie, and anything worse, well…anything worse just makes people really hate being around you.
By Rina Bean4 years ago in Families
Winter sadness
Many years ago, I can remember when I was about 10 years old. My friends Jimmy, James, Kenny, and I would go fishing in the early mornings at our community pond. All of us would dig for worms the night before. We dug them up using an old bucket and a small rusty shovel and flashlight, except Jimmy, who hated worms. He would catch or find dead flies on his bedroom window sill. Although we all could swim, especially Jimmy, he was on the swimming team. But we never swam in the pond, because they had a sign posted that said "NO SWIMMING".
By Kevin Wesley Goodson4 years ago in Families
Dances On Thin Ice
The front page of the “White River News” read “The Remains of More than a 1,000 Indigenous Children Found at Former Residential Schools in Canada.”
By Kathleen Thompson4 years ago in Families
Promises
I lay on my stomach, the grass tickling the skin in the gap where my jumper didn’t quite meet the waist of my jeans, just below my belly button. The sun warmed the small of my back, despite the cool Autumn air. The light danced as the wind played in the leaves of the small tree beside me. I felt it pass along my back, challenging the warmth of the sun. The breeze won for a moment. I felt the hairs on my back stand on end.
By Bronte Fauchon4 years ago in Families
The Long Thaw
Old Joe was settling in to read his evening newspaper when the knock came, interrupting his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. He set it down regretfully, knowing the coffee would be cold by the time he returned.
By Corinna Toews4 years ago in Families
The town by the frozen lake
What are people scared of most? Some people will tell you that they are afraid of spiders more than anything. Some people will tell you that they are afraid of heights. Some will say that they are afraid of snakes.
By Tyler Brooke4 years ago in Families
Bright as the Son
When you were three-and-a-half, you wanted a motorcycle. Your pre-school peers were all about purple dinosaurs, you were all about the X-games. Travis Pastrana was your hero, and you were hell-bent on becoming him.
By Christa Leigh4 years ago in Families