humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Life in Colour
Archie stood staring at his bed, where his father Jude had laid out his clothes. Black cargo pants, black button-up shirt, black socks. This was a problem - Archie needed to wear two colours. Archie liked there to be two of things; two soft toys to sleep with, two turns of a doorknob, two parents. Unfortunately today was already troublesome, because now Archie only had one parent, so one colour was the last thing he needed. Granted, he hadn’t seen his mother since his diagnosis, but he always liked knowing that she was out there somewhere, completing the pair. And now half of that pair was gone, like a lost sock.
By Eleanore Knox5 years ago in Families
In the Middle
As I got older the number of streets that made up my life grow too. Given this only added 5 to 20-minute drive radius to the house, it was more than I could dream off. Able to now partake in the story telling of day to day complaints of visiting these areas, with my high school friends, I found ways to explore these forbidden realms.
By Neally Chingombe5 years ago in Families
Back to normality
Do you remember when the world laughed at the continent of Asia for it's overprotective and fearful approach to bugs and viruses? Yes me too. Well, what fools we were and what a dramatic lesson we have learned in the last year.
By Kayleigh Taylor5 years ago in Families
Old
I was born in the 50's so a boomer I am. My Dad was a high school teacher and my Mom was a homemaker, two sisters two brothers. It was for the times a normal family. We grew up not having a lot of money but never really knowing this....we always seemed to have what we needed.
By Sara Walsh Paschal5 years ago in Families
The Little Broken Cake:
Looking into my childhood, there are many memories with tales to tell, lessons to teach, and wonderful stories to pass down through future generations. But there is one memory that is so full of love, compassion and the spirit of giving that it has a magical quality. This memory enriches the soul with inspiration, courage, and wisdom. One is reminded that love has the power to work miracles and create magical memories that can be called upon in times of trouble. This particular memory has served me well, so I want to share this gift of love with others.
By Kimberly Sweet5 years ago in Families
I Can Do It
I was a volunteer with St. Vincent de Paul in Phoenix, Arizona, for several years before recently moving. They are a charitable organization located in Phoenix and throughout the United States and other parts of the world. St. Vincent de Paul provides food, financial assistance, and other forms of help to those in need.
By Richard Frohm5 years ago in Families
A Bad Friend
Start writing... Zillion knew what she wanted to where and surprisingly it was already picked out for her. As zillion picked up her fit for the day she started thinking about the same maid that just came In her room and spoke to her while she was just waking up anyway. Zillion continued on with her grooming skills and was about to head down the staircase, but she noticed something that looked like an elevator so she walked over to it and it surely was an elevator to her surprise and she felt pretty good about it. When zillion got off the elevator she walked straight towards her front door without even stopping in the kitchen to eat her breakfast that was usually served for her she was like that dam maid angrily. As zillion reached for the door she realized she forgot her purse, but she didn't feel like going back upstairs so she decided to just go for a ride around Manhattan. Zillion got outside and walked straight to the limousine that dropped her off to her Mansion Estate and he was standing at the door of the limousine and zillion got in quickly without wasting a beat of time. Zillion noticed a bar set with her favorite drink she knew that was what she needed too and it was surely cold enough for her to drink because zillion loved thirst quenching drinks ext. Zillion's favorite drink was strawberry margarita and martini drinks. The whole ride through zillion started to feel depressed and sad again she even felt her heart aching a lil bit. Zillion started to think about finding a significant other to start a companionship with a lil. As zillion reached for her drink she realized that her driver had arrived home to her mansion. As the door closes to her entrance opened zillion's driver let zillion out. Zillion was a lil drunk, but not drunken when she entered into her home. Excitedly zillion hurried to the elevator that she didn't even know exists in her new mansion. When zillion made it out the elevator she waited a minute to catch her balance. Zillion continued to walk to her bedroom tryna stay focused on not slipping and falling on her face because she would be very embarrassed too. Zillion got to her bed and looked to see if her purse was in the same place she had left it and went straight to sleep in a second. Zillion sometimes experienced nightmares about her past that she never knew. She sometimes would toss and turn and woke up with her pillow on the floor next to her bedside. She never brung it up to people though because she went through so much already on her life. Zillion normally was sleeping by the time it got dark outside and criminals start lurking around the city, but zillion felt fine in her new town after her trip to town. The next day zillion finished up her project she started on before. And started to get more familiar with every part of her mansion because it was big and had lots of rooms to explore zillion was very dominant and wanted everything to be hers. Zillion always celebrated when she finished up with a project to celebrate her success. Zillion never had anyone to celebrate with her since her and her husband divorce. Zillion's empty .....To be
By Latoya Thompson5 years ago in Families
Lula Mai Swanson: A pioneering woman, ahead of her time
Larger than life. That’s how I would describe my great aunt Lula Mai Swanson, a true pioneer businesswoman in every sense of the word.
By Toni Mitchell5 years ago in Families
We have more than some
December 1st, and the Christmas decorations go up, the summer heat has already arrived, and my children know it’s time to sort through their clothes and toys for donations to the local homeless and community service. My children will have the privilege of receiving new toys at Christmas, and they’ve learned others will not.
By Angie J 5 years ago in Families
Trucking Out of the Trailer Park
Sue pulls into her driveway, parks her car, and sits there while the radio plays. The song hovers just beyond her comprehension the same way it does every night when she gets to this part of her routine. This night has been long, though nothing unusual for a Saturday night. She’s just so tired…
By Vanessa McCool5 years ago in Families
Unforgivable
The richest members of our church owned a racetrack up in New Hampshire, and as a favor to my father one summer they hired my brother Brian and me to help sell programs. I was 11-years-old and Brian 12. And as we schlepped the glossy magazines back and forth in front of bleachers teeming with be-leathered motorcycle enthusiasts, rednecks, and drunken ZZ Top look-alikes, I realized I had never been so scared in all my life.
By Christopher Locke5 years ago in Families
The Words
Mila crossed the busy street, arriving in front of the store, “Ingrid’s Fine Goods” in gold italics on the glass panelling. The morning sun, playfully seeping through the trees, caressed her face, and she breathed in the fresh start, the newness of it all. Like rainbows after a storm.
By Fay F5 years ago in Families