humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Small Black Book and The Serenity Angel
"BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ... BUZZ", the alarm clock screeches. Another redundant morning, she throws the cover to the side and throws her legs off the bed, each aching joint at a time. No need to even bother starting the coffee considering she does not have any and her brain is already going a mile a minute about the worries of not meeting her bills and losing her children to their father. Why can’t she be one of the lucky ones who just comes across some money or wins the lottery? Why can’t she find a man who sees a great mother in her? Why can’t her kids have a true father figure? She would be set for life and would not have to worry about another bill or affording a lawyer to defend her character against the father of the kids or worry what damage is being caused by the father and his projecting accusations. "Thank you for calling in today, how may I help you?" is the constant introduction of the hell loop she is stuck in, the only freedom is imagining the "what ifs" of winning the lottery and breaking free. It’s always about helping someone else until you are bled dry and all pruned up. When will she get help? Does anyone even notice that she needs it? She is a raisin at this point.
By Ashley ODell5 years ago in Families
The Canadian city nobody cares about
In grade 10 math, we learned the jarring fact that if a person spent 10 years walking and ended up in exactly the same spot he started, then scientifically speaking, no work had been done. No progress had been made according to the universe. I attended my tenth grade across the street from the hospital I was born in. Years later, I moved in down the street from it.
By Gracie J Chute5 years ago in Families
The Price
Of course, Jerry Rolestein knew it was wrong, but he also knew that it wouldn’t be much longer until his family would be out on the streets. With his parents’ marriage already wavering as it was, how much longer would it be until his father’s sanity cracked and he left them? It wasn’t unbelievable, was it? But truth be told, how often does an opportunity come around like this? And it was no mere coincidence that this book would find its way into his locker, he knew that much. No, someone placed it there. The only question now, was the person acting as an angel or a devil?
By Justin Lawhorne5 years ago in Families
Sepia-Stained Memories . Top Story - February 2021.
Summers at the Jersey seashore were my lifeline as a girl in the 1980s, especially after my parents’ divorce that brought uncertainty and instability into my adolescent universe. Before I was born, my paternal grandparents purchased a seasonal house in Ocean City, making “America’s Greatest Family Resort” the backdrop of the best moments of my childhood. My younger sister Becky and I spent lengthy, sun-drenched summers with my father and grandmother on this island well-known for Blue Laws – meaning it was not just a “dry” town, but on Sundays you could only purchase necessities. Ocean City was known for being tame and family-friendly, especially when compared with nearby Wildwood and Atlantic City.
By Jennifer Christiansen5 years ago in Families
The Ride of Your Life
The Ride of Your Life It was just another day in the summer of 1956 in the small Hunter Valley town of Huntlee. Some people would not even call this a town! It had a general store that sold just about everything, a garage, a repair shop, and a milk bar popular with the locals. That was Huntlee.
By Paul Doherty5 years ago in Families
Pepper
Exhausted and tearful, Rita almost closed the bathroom door before it stuck on the pink carpet. A slim beam of sunlight filtered onto buckets of algaed water lining the dirty tub. The toilet, its gullet rusty and stained, stared up at her. Pulling money from her pockets, she lowered herself to the edge of the pink tub, and started counting the cash she had found that day in Pepper’s house. Over twenty thousand dollars! Holding fistfuls of cash, she let her tears flow, confused and baffled.
By Gerry Pare'5 years ago in Families
Shirley, You've Been So Good To Me
Moving around from one house to another all over London wasn't easy for me as a child. Before I turned eight, I lived in seven different houses that were all in different neighbourhoods. Some of the areas where I lived weren't as safe as seemed and some didn't have the amenities that a parent wanted for their child such as parks and leisure centres for kids to enjoy. My parents were also going through a divorce which was difficult for me to handle at the time. So having many birthday parties in several houses and witnessing my parents going through their darkest moment is a memory of mine that will never be forgotten. With all the switching and changing from one house to the next, I never had a place to call home until my grandma introduced my mum, brother, and I to Shirley. No not Shirley Mcclain, Shirley the small town in the South of London or preferably known as the edge of the British Capital.
By Bethany Gordon5 years ago in Families
The Wise Old Man
The wind was rustling through the trees and making a pleasant sound. The ground was green with grass, save for some flowers sprinkled about. The sun and the clouds melded together into a perfect harmony, and the field beyond was growing a lovely assortment of crops.
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Families
