humanity
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The Burning Bra
In January, 2021, Monica Morgan, and her two daughters, Britt Taylor, & Ashley Morgan, launched a nonprofit, The Burning Bra. The Burning Bra serves as a support and resource for women from all walks of life. This is a nonprofit that focuses on women's empowerment, giving those less privileged a hand, and moving the world and feminism forward.
By Monica Morgan5 years ago in Families
The Burning Bra
In January, 2021, Monica Morgan, and her two daughters, Britt Taylor, & Ashley Morgan, launched a nonprofit, The Burning Bra. The Burning Bra serves as a support and resource for women from all walks of life. This is a nonprofit that focuses on women's empowerment, giving those less privileged a hand, and moving the world and feminism forward.
By Monica Morgan5 years ago in Families
Haunted school
Haunted Schools Muskowekwan First Nation School The school was built in 1932. It was built for the reason to incorporate Native families to have their children put within these school walls and taken away from their families to live there and have an education. Most of the children, Cree and Seaulteaux heritage spoke their language at home. The school was run by the Canadian government and the teachers and facilitator were a priest and nuns sent in by the government and Roman Catholic church.
By Jana Morin5 years ago in Families
Every stitch tells a story
Just like every little girl I looked up to my Dad. He was just 6’2” tall, rather stocky, a former high school quarterback. In my eyes he was invincible, I believe that nothing could hurt him. Age, and my teenage years proved me wrong. Yet, as I grew-up I still found him invincible.
By Deana Cowles5 years ago in Families
Cut From The Same Cloth
Here I sit again-a pile of clothes in front of me…ideas in my head and scissors in hand…sewing machine at the ready… When your person dropped your things off, I asked about you. I looked at your clothes. Admired the fur, or wedding dress or suit coats. They told me about you; how you lived your life joyfully and well. They said you loved your children and those grandkids were your everything! They told me funny stories, your occupation and how you made them feel so loved. I love this part. I love moving through the sadness of you being gone into the light that you left everywhere. I give them ideas, suggestions of what all this cloth can be transformed into…quilts, pillows, bears, christening gowns, purses. We make decisions, pick projects for different loved ones and then they leave me.
By Jeannie Kohler 5 years ago in Families
Mother Earth, Mother Of Mine
When I see the word Mother, I always think of mine. Sonnet- to my mother , - Edgar A. Poe “Because I feel that, in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of ‘mother’ — Therefore by that sweet name I long have called you — You, who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you, In setting my Virginia’s spirit free. My mother — my own mother — who died early — Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew; By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.”
By 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾5 years ago in Families
Cut of Grace
Women. I’ve always said we are the backbone of the world. No disrespect to men, but it is a time honored tradition really, to be the great healers that we are. Through the ages we have been given, accepted, and met the challenge of being the healers, the nurturers, the care givers. We heal the broken and bruised. We soothe, smooth, comfort and offer solace when it can be found nowhere else. From injured tots, to a dying loved one, we say special words, kiss broken skin and retell stories; the magic may be in our voice, our hands, our hearts or simply our smile and presence. We carry an unseen basket of those things, hopes, wishes, and more, as an arsenal in the battles we fight, whenever we are needed to heal, mend, or bring tattered edges together again. We carry those baskets with us everywhere. Sight unseen, ready to be opened and used at any given moment.
By Barbra Doneff5 years ago in Families
