humanity

Humanity begins at home.

..And Back Again
My Father's Sister had passed away alone in her apartment, Toronto, ON. 2012. But that was how she wanted to live her life. As an artist; you are never alone, even when you want to be.
By SewFancyPaints5 years ago in Families
Pride & Sustenance
To be honest, I’ve experienced quite a bit of cruelty in my life, particularly my upbringing. To provide you general context, I attended school (more like competing) in an upper class district while I regularly went days without food. Less than 2 months after I turned 18, my family was finally arrested on pimping and trafficking charges. So it goes without saying that when you grow up in a cut throat environment as a child, whether socially ostracized in a wealthy community you don’t belong in, or tossed around as a punching bag between relatives for money, you seldom experience acts of kindness. Where I come from, acts of kindness are either to belittle others, or leveraged as a favor to collect later (like tax breaks).
By A5 years ago in Families
Journal Entry 1-23-21
Okay folks, I am back with another journal entry sorry I did not have anything yesterday. My hands, I tell you what hurts so bad even cleaning the house I want to cry. Well, I am up now it is 7:47 and I have my coffee, the computer at my numb fingertips, and my cigarettes.
By Audie Edwards5 years ago in Families
Cabin Stories
You might think that a cabin on top of the Alpes would have everything a person needs to have an easy-going life. But what if I tell you that despite the luxuries--redwood, marble, and a collection of first edition hardcover books--it's a dull place for someone who grew up with technology all around him. And yes, I'm talking about me. I sigh. Even if we had internet, with no electronics, it's obsolete to even think about it.
By Jose Duron5 years ago in Families
Angel on Earth
Some people come into your life that completely change it for the better or the worse. Their actions have such an impact, the rest of your life decisions derive from meeting them. Their memory enters your thoughts at various times and you contemplate how things may have been different had you not met them. This blog post is about one of those who made my life better.
By Dazeodrew5 years ago in Families
Swedish Death Cleaning: A review of my mother's latest obsession
Two weeks into the first lockdown of last year, a time that would set the tone for the rest of the year, my mother announced she was death cleaning. Specifically, Swedish death cleaning.
By Dom Borrett5 years ago in Families
A wistful windfall
I often used to hypothesize about what I’d do if I came into a large sum of money. Every time I bought a lottery ticket I would ration out the estimated jackpot in my mind. First I’d pay off the mortgage, settle up the credit card debt, then maybe take the family on a nice holiday abroad - you know, in the old days when travelling was a thing, up until 2019 BC (before covid).
By Sun Moon5 years ago in Families
Second Chance
Forty-five-year-old Pamela Hall had a lousy temper. Keeping a job was always a problem for her. Her friends would often tease, “Thank God you have no children, or you would be in jail every day.”
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Families
Kilend's Heart
Kilend’s Heart Caring for One Another Kilend was a little boy who lives with his mother Lauren and little brother DJ who has Autism. He was playing outside one day with DJ when they decided to go into the wood behind their house. They were looking at the trees and bugs on the ground. They went a little furter into the woods then they should, but they were having fun. The came upon a creek and started to toss rocks across the creek. His little brother DJ was so excited because he was with his big brother. They played in the woods by the creek and tried to climb the trees around them. Kilend heard a noise, so he told DJ to be quiet so they could hear the noise more clearly. The became very quiet then the sound came again. It was their mother Lauren calling them. Kilend thought, she must be worried, so he told DJ we have to go home now, Mom is calling us. They started to walk toward home when Kilend saw something on the ground. DJ said Kilend what is it you found. Kilend picked up the object. It was a rusty metal box. Kilend opened it and there was a lot of money in the box. The boys were amazed and ran home to their mother.
By Michele Austin5 years ago in Families
How complicated
Life can get complicated. From family you talk to, to family you don’t. How you were raised and everything in between. But I never thought about the story I would have to explain to my children one day. I have a son now, he is two months old. Everyday I think about how I will explain to him the story about how my side of the family, isn’t the family I was born from. How my life seemed to be out of a book. A story I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d tell more than just the people in my life.
By Destiny S5 years ago in Families
Two Rows Back
Lights fade up. The actor is holding a piece of Reese’s Pieces candy in their hand, playing and examining it closely. They are about to pop it into their mouth when they notice the “audience” and stop.
By Gavin J Innes5 years ago in Families
Jagged Little Pills...
Christmas Eve 1983 I can still smell the sulphur and feel the scabs on my head. My head was a mine field of sticky, bloody patches. I would pick on them and pull whole strands of my hair out. My grandmother, that evil witch, relaxed my hair at 4 years old. She was told by a friend just as shady as her, both in their hot pink foam rollers as they sat and sipped on their Bustelo...that if she put chemicals on my scalp, my 3rd eye would calcify and close. It burned so bad.
By Jessie Perozo5 years ago in Families