humanity
Humanity begins at home.
6 Lessons from a Poor Childhood That Lead to a Rich Life
I grew up on a farm with my father who was employed and my mother who cared for the elderly. I had six brothers and was the fifth in line. We had little money, but I always felt loved, not deprived. In many ways I was a rich man.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Families
My Family Is My Support
Family is the first school in a person’s life, your family values and traditions are your first and valuable asset. I have a very close-knitted family, I love all my family members as and how they are. Both my parents are working. My grandparents also stay with us. My grandfather is a retired army officer, drawing a small pension. He is a strict disciplinarian. Everyone has to get ready for a morning walk by 6 a.m. He pulls us up very often and my parents have no choice before him.
By Sumesh Bhaila5 years ago in Families
I Promised.
The snow tumbles across the barren landscape, the last fruitless efforts to keep everyone indoors, except for one dark figure. A man stands alone. His motions are hazy, like the snow, as if they came from another person. They take monumental effort. He does his best to concentrate.
By Hannah Marie. 5 years ago in Families
Family of Flowers
My grandmother knocks on the door of a property she owned in the early 1970’s in Fontana, California. When the tenant opens the door my grandmother says, “I am sorry, but we do not sell drugs in this house” as she hands them an eviction letter:
By Aimee McMullen5 years ago in Families
Dreaming Forever More
The Wild Child A mother with four children. A woman of art and jazz, soul and music in the midst of a dream to be. Of dreams and aspirations. Living in the moment. Stealing the spotlight with her charm and aristocrat poetry, and saxophone solos. She stood apart. Having met a piano player in her younger years, my mother was immersed in the lounge scene. Retro music revived the hippy culture of the Kootenay Mountian oasis. Just with her and the members of her band. Collusion, they wanted to be a revolution of stride.
By Opal A Roszell5 years ago in Families
Mother Knight
Our mothers are everything to us. They are a loving presence, a shine of encouragement, and a hero we can all look up to. They are our very own knights in shining armor, whom we look up to and take after. But there's one disconcerting flaw that we all hate about our mothers: they don't live forever.
By Grace Danaher5 years ago in Families
Great Women Raise Great Women Who Raise Great Women
I am 14 years old and my mother walks into my room after coming home from work. As soon I see the door whip open I instantly recall all the chores she asked me to do before she got home and check them off in my head that they are done; my room is clean, homework done, bathroom clean, no dishes in the sink, meat is out the freezer and I am reading a book. She should be very happy when she sees me. But she doesn't look happy...she looks like she is about to chew me up and spit me out alive and tell me to do everything all over again. Dang, what did I forget?
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Families
