humanity

Humanity begins at home.

I found my father after 23 years.
The last memory I had of my father is a blurr. We were celebrating someones birthday. There was food, drinks and some cake. While I was hypnotized by the cake I was also being cuddle by my father. He had his arm around my neck and while he didnt notice because he was drunk, he was squeezing my neck too hard. I didnt care because although I was a child, I knew he was going to leave and I didnt know when he was going to come back or if he was going to come back at all. For most of my life I grew up thinking he had abandoned my mother, my brother and myself, Until recently.
By Shabelle Mendoza5 years ago in Families
Positivity , Love, Drama, Politics, MEEEE
Originally my message was constructed to say (Good morning, with love I'd like to introduce myself to the platform! My publications will be filled with relief for all passersby so feel freeeeeee to support meeee ;) love you guys.)))) Sadly I was told that I wasn't enough so I'm back to square one.. ME!
By Michael Anterio5 years ago in Families
Life Can Change When You Least Expect It....
Attitude about Life Changes, from Covid to Caregiving, can get you out of bed in the morning or see you in your pj’s eating potato chips at three in the afternoon.
By Brandis Geddes5 years ago in Families
How Did I Get Here?
At 56 years of age, divorced three times, two of them from the same person, yes I married my abusive-second husband twice, no savings, no formal education, unemployed, with a very dismal outlook on my future, the only fitting question is, how the hell did I get here?
By Krista Hamilton5 years ago in Families
Queens and Kings
John Smith looked at himself in the mirror. He was clean shaven, having shaved off that five o’clock shadow that seemed to like to creep up at four, and removed a small piece of toilet tissue that he’d placed on a small nick on his chin. His shirt was clean, and ironed and he had pressed his pants. Jane, his wife, had called to say she was bringing her boss home for dinner, and could John please make sure the house was tidy and the children fed and ready for bed. He’d done just that. Tommy and Sally were both bathed, had eaten a somewhat early dinner of macaroni and cheese and hot dogs, their favourite, and were both ensconced in their bedrooms, reading quietly with firm instructions that lights were to be turned out at eight o’clock. Tommy had whined a bit at the time, being nine years old. He felt he was old enough to stay up later. Sally, just five years old, was already rubbing her eyes as John read her a bedtime story before tucking her in and handing her her favourite stuffed bear. Mr. Snuffles had been a constant companion since Sally was born.
By Gayla Ber5 years ago in Families
Whine & Jeez
VOCAL My 13-year old WhatsApped us this morning "Hey Mommy and Daddy, you should check out Vocal. Submit a story. You can get PAID for it!" He's always noticing cool things and sharing them with us. So here I am!
By Sherry5 years ago in Families
My Mother's Favourite Weapon
This time my brother, Fred was in trouble. Sandy, my older sister was outside talking to a friend, when he decided to scare the daylights out of her.
By Catharine Parks5 years ago in Families
2020 Holiday Season
Well, it looks like Covid-19 is going to take another holiday hostage and our kids will be cheated yet again this Halloween. In our house; Halloween is one of our most favorite holidays. My husband and I grew up a block away from one another and as kids are neighborhood was flooded with kids, I’m talking a small neighborhood with over a thousand kids frolicking. My mom, her friends, their kids, and I would all go trick or treating together. We would then go back to our house, my mom would lay a sheet down on our living room floor and we would all dump our candy on the floor while my moms and her friends were probably getting drunk somewhere in our house. One of the best parts was we all would trade candy with each other. I would literally trade everything I had for Reece’s peanut butter cups. My mom also decorated the house amazingly. Every kid had to see the “good witches house” a name she accumulated over the years. I can vividly remember Halloween in our neighborhood like it was yesterday.
By Diana Doubrava5 years ago in Families
70% Of Women Report Pressure From Increasing Childcare Due To COVID, New Research Reveals
Women are doing significantly more housework and care-giving than men. That's according to new research carried out by LeanIn.org which proved that because we are all being asked to work from home during the Covid 19 pandemic, the burden of doing housework is regularly being put on women and is undoing years of work in undoing gender stereotyping which has in the past always said things like:
By Ashish Prabhu5 years ago in Families
It's just me
Well, hello! My name is Nikki. I'm almost 36 years old. I'm a mom to a 12 year old boy who is nonverbal on the ASD spectrum. I have a lot of medical issues that i deal with every day, as well as mental health issues i battle and struggle with along the road. I'm just a chick with a lot of issues, who is trying to make my life a little better and maybe give someone something to read that they like. I have always wanted to be a writer, since I was a kid. I always read at a higher grade level than the kids in my class, so yeah I didn't have a lot of friends growing up. My mother (aka incubator) wasn't around from the time I was about 4 until I was 14 years old. She had my younger siblings, but my dad had custody of me because she couldn't ( or wouldn't) take care of my disease. I am a type 1 diabetic, what some doctors call a "brittle diabetic" because the smallest thing throws my blood sugars all over the place. I was raised by my dad, my nana, my poppy, two of my aunts and my three uncles. I am also the only one out of my three siblings to never have any problems with the police or be arrested...So, I got that going for me! lol. I'm actually kinda close to my sister, I used to be super close to my brother but...life happens. Wow...I'm getting stuck on what to write here... I'm not sure what anyone would want to know, or if this is even interesting in any way,shape or form. My life has always been a roller coaster. There's so many up, downs and twists it would put the Superman at Six Flags to shame. Never mind the repeated drops! The way my life has been, one would expect me to be crazy, I mean, I kinda am but yeah...Because of the way I was raised, because of the way my life went growing up and right up until I had my son; it made me stronger than I could ever have been otherwise. I think the stories I write here will be about different events in my life. Different things that have happened, as well as a few updates on some stories, depending on what that story was about.... I'm not sure if people can message on this site, but if you can, PLEASE, message me and let me know what you think of that idea... I'm here to get this stuff out and in the open once and for all. I have A LOT in my head and on my mind to write about. I just don't know what to write, if that makes any sense what so ever. I can give an example right now of things that get to me all the time, but I generally keep my mouth shut about. I just looked on my Facebook, and my biological mother posted a meme about how everyone knows at least one shit talker or one person who speaks fluent shit... I reallllly want to write a comment on it and say "Oh...like you?" but I won't because I don't have the energy to even start that fight with her or her minions.This is the same shit posted by the same woman who caused me to go into labor with my son almost 2 months early over a comment made about my son's father. The same woman who completely took over MY wedding and ruined it. The same woman who doesn't even know her grandson, but constantly posts comments about how much she loves him. Also, the same woman who fucked up raising her own 4 kids because guys and drugs were more important, and is now raising my niece and nephew because my sister has mental and medical issues. This woman has a huge messiah complex, but the problem is she has way too many skeletons in her closet and secrets from her past that too many people know, her family included. But, like I said, if you guys want to hear the stories, let me know please. Hope anyone reading has a great night. See ya next time
By Nicoletta Morris5 years ago in Families
The Rantings of a Very Disgruntled (and Quite Frankly Pissed Off) Work-From-Home (Not Homemaker) Mother
My day begins by being prodded out of sleep by the abrupt rudeness of my alarm clock on my phone at 7 A.M. The baby is fussing and wiggling in his bassinet next to the bed, no doubt ready for another dose of formula. I can hear the deep breathing and light snoring of my husband in the bed next to me, sound asleep since probably around 4 A.M. He won't be lively again until at least 3 P.M.; but he has to work tonight, so he most likely will lay in bed until 4 P.M. and protest.
By Lizzy Pacem5 years ago in Families
Working at home, again.
Today started like any other day. I got up at 5am, I cleaned up while waiting for the coffee to be ready. Woke my husband so he was out the door in time. By the time he was gone and I had made breakfast, I had already clocked in.
By Randi Hulme5 years ago in Families