humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Spirit Knows
Sometimes, Spirit moves us in ways that seem so insignificant but can be quite meaningful to others. The day dawned a good day for a softball game. Sunshine and clear skies invited the players, including my granddaughters, to their game. My son was the team coach so I had double interest in attending these games. My son played in the Little League as a child. He developed a love for ballgames. He had determined that when his twin daughters were old enough, he made certain they could play softball if they wanted.
By Toni Compton5 years ago in Families
Oblique Obituary
He always insisted his last name should be Phillips Coombes-Randall. His rum, rollie and dope habits hadn't been kind to his mental state, overall demeanour or physical appearance. He was a wreck. Round shouldered and dour, grumpy and sour, that was our Warren. The uncontrollable, tangled grey tonsure framed a permanent scowl under eyebrows set in a perpetual, baleful frown.
By Pat Miller5 years ago in Families
Letting Go
“What do you mean you found twenty THOUSAND dollars?” I pulled the phone sharply away from my ear as Iris shrieked. “You know how I like to plant my tomatoes deep so they can establish a strong root system? Well, I was digging, and I was down about a foot and a half when I found this box.” I stared down at the muddy box in my lap, the rusty lid flipped back with the sun shining on the bills like a holy spotlight.
By Mary Mesenburg5 years ago in Families
The lion, the fish and the Sagittarius.
I feel it’s bold of me to put a lot of my faith into the universe for somone who hasn’t had it very easy. I figure, bad can’t happen all the time right? Their is a yin to that yang somewhere.. and I know one day itl find me.
By Tonietta graves 5 years ago in Families
Dear Fathers. Top Story - February 2021.
Dear fathers in your many forms, I am blessed to have one of you close, adopt others, marvel and smile at many, desire to see freedom and justice for others. I learn from you, the depths of your roots and the worlds in your eyes. I’ve grown up amidst tangible yous and messages about you, depictions that usually seemed to miss the mark--overlooked huge parts of your heart. As a kid I often felt pained, sad watching movies with black men, like my dad or about black stories because they seemed incessantly heavy. I was confused, because my black family and community had their strife, but there was so much fun and vibrant life.
By Carly F. J.5 years ago in Families
Maybe Next Year
I grew up in a loving home with my mother, father, and three siblings. My widowed grandmother came to live with us shortly after my twin brother, David, and I were born. Oh yeah, we are sixteen years younger than my sister, Mickie, and fourteen years younger than my brother, Michael. It happens. 😉
By Christine Smith5 years ago in Families
Book
It was another hot and humid winter day in Los Angeles, My mother and I had resorted to buying storage units at auction in hopes of possibly pocketing a profit with the units unknown contents. This last storage unit we purchased was a hail mary, it needed to have at least twelve hundred dollars inside it to cover the rest of our rent and outstanding bills. After haggling with the auctioneer and other people we ended up purchasing the unit for two-hundred dollars more than we wanted but again we needed to make a profit and as soon as possible. The moment we purchased it, I stepped inside the compartment scanning its contents quickly as we still had to pay auctioneer at his office. As I scanned, I noticed a large amount of what seemed like office equipment, filing cabinets and what seemed like an American flag on a stand tucked away in a corner. In a sarcastic tone I proclaimed “what a great deal this was” and “to go get the paperwork to get this done as soon as possible.” As I followed the owner and my mother toward the exit, I noticed this old workbench with two cardboard boxes atop it as I passed it I saw what was an old black book about twice the size of todays smart phones. With out any real reason too other than that I like books to draw inside. I picked it up without looking at it as I thumbed the pages and felt the leather strap that bound it and put it in my back pocket on the way out.
By Wes Cunningham5 years ago in Families
Short story compilation
Look at that picture... ...what do you see? I straight up see death! Haha okay, I may be a little bit overdramatic. The picture is actually pretty nice. I love the beauty of the earth and the perfect camera shot of this wave, it's satisfying and majestic. Have you ever ridden one? It's really fun! The breeze of the wind feels liberating as it pushes you back while the wave is moving you forward. I don't want to bag on something so serene. But I do want to raise a concern by sharing 3 stories that will help me convey a gentle warning for anybody planning to go to the beach.
By Mahonry Franco5 years ago in Families
Checks and Balances
Here is a riddle for you: What's black and white and read all over? If you're thinking of "a newspaper" then, I'm sorry, but you're wrong. Or at least you are now, as I was not too long ago. That was before a woman strolled into my workplace, before I was gifted with an unexpected surprise, and before I realized my whole life has been a lie.
By Scarlett Brooks5 years ago in Families
