humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Little but Mighty Porch
The concept of home has always ran across as strange to me. It’s as if we are supposed to have this exact physical place engrained in our minds. A place filled with our families and cherished memories. We close our eyes and see a cookie cutter house, with a white picket fence, and a golden retriever running through the yard. Everyone is surrounded together enjoying a nice dinner. Suddenly we blink and a flash of truth rushes over us as we quickly realize our own reality. This is not our concept of home. In fact, it may be quite the opposite.
By Katy Pfefferkorn5 years ago in Families
The King Who Wouldn't Castle
The King Who Wouldn’t Castle Once upon a time there was a little girl named Joey. One day Little Joey was very excited because her Uncle Chester was coming to visit. She was Little Joey’s favorite uncle because Chester first started calling her little Joey, and taught Little Joey how to play her favorite game. Chess! Every visit Little Joey tried as hard as she could, but never beat her uncle at the game. Afterwards, Little Joey would ask questions and learn something new. Little Joey heard the doorbell, and ran to the door to greet her uncle.
By Emmanuel Pace "Uncle Stinkee"5 years ago in Families
The day my entire world shook
It was 8:05pm on January 6 2020. I was sitting in our sofa, watching TV while my husband was trying to cook some eggnog for the very first time. We lived in Ponce, one of the biggest cities in the south of Puerto Rico, a small island in the Caribbean. We were living there because I started my doctoral studies in clinical psychology, in that city. I look at our Christmas tree moving slowly, swaying from side to side, in a passive way. "It is shaking..." I tell my husband. It wasn't the first time, but this time, something was different. "Don't worry sweetie, everything will be okay" he replied. I got a bit anxious and decided to text my mom, and tell her about it. I told her I did not want to stay in the house, and that I wanted to go stay with her. It was kind of late in the night to drive for half an hour, so I stayed.
By Deborah Santoni5 years ago in Families
Following My Father
Our last summer in St. Helena ended with a shock that set both Bevy's family and my family into turmoil. Bevy and I were kept in the dark for a while, but sensed something was going on. We began to overhear snippets, even though the grown ups stopped talking when we approached. One day Bevy figured it out and whispered to me, "Sylvia is pregnant!"
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
Being Homeless
Being homeless isn't always a good thing. One thing to know about being homeless is difficult when you have a baby. I had my daughter at nineteen. My husband's mom had us in a program to help us get a place. After being with her for three days, she had us move to a hotel. She was not allowed for us to stay there for more than a month. The program did not help us for the first few days because I did not have my cash aid card.
By Vicky Alcazar5 years ago in Families
Guilty
The night is over, the sun isn’t awake yet. But you are. You in your over-worn pajamas that somehow bring comfort though the threadbare material holds little warmth to your stretched out over-worn body. You can feel the cold bite of the winter morning both in your toes as you touch the wooden floor boards and in your bones as they creak from overuse. You step into your over-used slippers and shuffle silently into the other room. Careful to remain silent as you pour a cup of yesterday’s coffee and warm it in the microwave. You read the ramblings online of other fellow “night owls” just as the sun begins its crawl upward from the horizon. The sky is a murky lavender that scratches at your inner demons. The house is still silent as you sit clothed in darkness. As the sun pushes away the night’s leftover darkness you file your insecurities away alphabetically: Analytical asshole, Bitch, Cynical, Depressed, Enough? You file and file, tuck and tuck, push and push. Until the dusty library in the corner of your worn-out soul looks as tidy as you try to feel. The librarian is a black silhouette against the scarred walls, he chuckles and holds out a forgotten file. Guilt. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. A hard swallow as you take your day’s assignment and tuck it under a battered arm.
By Elizabeth Kerr5 years ago in Families
A Letter to The New Year
Dear New Year, When 2020 came, I thought this was going to be the year for my family and I. We had just got two new cars, well new to us and moved in march. Quarantined hit, no- one is allowed to go to work until we get the go ahead. WHAT!
By Audie Edwards5 years ago in Families
365 days of a Lonely house wife
Today my husband woke up and acted like everything was fine, which is what he normally does when he gets overtaken with stress. However today I don't think I want to talk about our issues. I think I want to talk about how we met. Let's take it back to the beginning.
By lakishia partridge5 years ago in Families
1 in a Million
This is a story not so much about myself and my Good Deeds over the past month or so. It's a story about my son, and his good deeds over this holiday season. I wanted to write about my son because he is truly one of the most inspiring & selfless humans I have ever met. (I know I'm a bit bias, because I am his mom, but just wait till the end of my story to make your own judgment.)
By Laurie Chambers5 years ago in Families
