humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Ten Pin Bowling
This is a true story (starts next paragraph) based on an event in my life that I unfortunately had to endure thanks to my own stupidity. The moral of this story is if you’re struggling to get into a pair of pants, maybe it’s time to reconsider those pants. I love muffins as much as the next guy but that is no need to mudding top like your life depends on it. I also just want to add that if you desire to be in a situation I was in in this story please ignore this advice and continue on your way. Otherwise please enjoy this story as I wrote it from my heart, I call it a memory I’ll never forget but ten pin bowling felt more appropriate, Thank you.
By Laura Pitt5 years ago in Families
To My Village
To My Village, As a sober mom of toddler twins, it is no lie that it actually does take a village. I am lucky that my village is strong and full of loved ones. I also still struggle asking for help. I feel like I should be able to do everything on my own and feel guilty if I cannot. I feel like it should be easy to open the door pushing a massive wagon filled with two toddlers, snacks, juice boxes, and a hefty diaper backpack on my back. I feel like I should not expect strangers to stare at me in awe and say “wow, you are a Rockstar- you have your hands full.” When they say that, I feel like I have to justify it, downplay it, and say “no not really.” When in reality, fuck yes! I am a Rockstar. I deserve to be praised and helped. I deserve to have the doors opened for me and to have people demanding I take them up on watching the kids for an hour while I can nap. Yet, it is still like pulling nails to say “yes, please…I need the help.” Why? Why is this such a struggle for moms everywhere to accept help. We are all Rockstars, yet we need help. We know we can do this on our own. We have proved it time and time again. But why should we?
By Ellen Elizabeth5 years ago in Families
I'm Friends With My Kids.
I am friends with my kids. That is right, I am their mother, and I’m also their friend. You know why? Because all too often I hear that that is a bad thing. That being their friend somehow negates the fact that I am also their mother, or that it implies I will not be looking out for their best interests if I’m “just their friend.”
By Chrystelle Armstrong5 years ago in Families
Dawn to dust worrior
At the start, I though life was simple living and growing and learning. No it's so much more complacated. To begin, I had the most wonder man in my life til one day it all change, I let some friends tell me he wouldn't amount to anything, he wouldn't be good for me. I though maybe they are right, so I kinda cheated on him with some other guy and well in the time of blissed and being young and stupid, i fell for him. A short time went by and i became pregant with him, we get back from the hostpital and without letting me think about it, he goes and tell everyone. While im scared and lost and confused, he didn't care so he started controlling me telling to stay at home, you don't need a job i'll take care of you bits of lies. Little by little i started loseing myself, i had my first child, she was beautiful and wonder, after two years i finally was able to get a job with his permission.
By Kitty Laignel5 years ago in Families
Never Give Up, Even When The Odds Are Stacked Against You!
The year was 1992 and I had no major plans, direction or ideas for the future. I was in a very toxic relationship at the time and soon became pregnant. At one point I did make an attempt to leave and get away from the monster boyfriend, but my lack of confidence and fears overcame me. At first I thought I could fix him and make him a better person. I'm telling you that isn't the case at all. For a year and a half I sustained, physical, mental and emotional abuse beyond, but I finally got the courage to just leave him. I had to decide what truly was the most important aspect of my life. He would try every chance to kill me and I'm telling you that when I walked I walked not alone, but with God. I was bullied into signing legal documents under duress to give him custody of our child. I did try leaving at one point with my baby but he caught me going out the door. Believe me when I tell you that this past situation was so bleak and seemed hopeless, but I serve a mighty God.
By Teresa Carlisle5 years ago in Families
Untamed
I should never had to wonder why am I here for .. or what I want to be when I grow up.. It’s all right there from the beginning in that tiny brain inside that tiny little head . A perfect creation born with all the knowledge that is ever needed... from the minute you are born , people called family will put layer upon layer of untruths and misinformation and unknowingly will change you to the point that you don’t know who you are anymore. They will twist you and turn you and show you an elf , a bit of magic that everybody should know . So you are standing on your toes waiting on the big reveal. You look into a mirror ... and see yourself
By Betsy Jane Hiatt5 years ago in Families
About me.
Hi my name is Keshia, I was born in a place called Guyana. I am 31 years old, my birthday is December 23. I'm a Christian, I'm a wife and mother to 4 beautiful children. Me and my husband have been married for 13 years December 2, 2020. My kids are 11,7,4 and 1. I am a house wife and a stay at home mom. I like to draw, paint, sing, dance, watch movies and tv shows, play video games and crochet. I don't have friends like i would like to have but i have people i talk to from playing video games. Life is hard, being a wife and a husband is hard because you don't just have u to think about, but I manage with the help of my husband, mom and the smiles from my kids face. I became a mom when i was 20 years old but got pregnant when i was 19. I would have 6 kids now but due to circumstances i only have 4. Me and my husband went from working to being homeless to living in a shelter with out at the time daughter. we had family but didn't always get along with them. So we did what we have to do and just moved into a shelter where we stayed for about a year or 2. Then we moved to Tampa where my husband was able to get a job and support us. We moved out of his parents house where we were living at the time to a 2 bedroom apartment where we live for 8 years until out family got bigger and had to move to a 3 bedroom apartment. We have been here now for about 2 years now. Thing are better not but we are still not where we would like to be. My husband used to work for Walmart but lost his job because of a car accident so he is currently out of work. I don't currently have a job but it would be nice to find a job I can do at home and still have time to spend with my family. I use to work for Instatcart but curtain circumstances cause me to have to leave. I also do Avon and YouTube to try and make some money but its hard to do that when u don't know a lot of people. So I am trying what I can to make some money to help bring in some income. With all the things I like to do I am trying my hand at everything. Trying to sell art work, and crocheting work. But so far nutting, I don't know what I want to do or be in the further, I know that I would like to one day own my own pet store or arts and craft store but I am scared to do it. It all sounds so easy to do but scary at the same time. I have questions like how will I do it, what will I do, what will I sell, will people support me and if so will I be able to stick with it. All these things play a part of why I feel sacred. I often ask myself who am I and what am I doing with my life besides being a wife and mom and I can never answer myself because to be honest I don't know what I truly want to do with my life, and how to go about doing them. Me and my husband are both currently home school our kids because of the virus that is currently going around. In the beginning it was hard because of how much we had to do with them and because it was all new to us. Our kids are always full of life and are always hungry. My kids are my job and my stress and i wouldn't trade them for nutting.
By KLewis's Life5 years ago in Families
Excited to be Scared
EXCITED TO BE SCARED “ARE YOU READY TO FLY?” MY DAUGHTER ASKED ME. THE ONLY WAY TO RESPOND TO SUCH A STATEMENT IS “YES, I’M READY TO FLY”; WE TOOK EACH OTHERS’ HANDS; GENTLY GRIPPING MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S HAND AS WE WALKED TOGETHER KNOWING THAT THE FUTURE IS THE TRUST WE PUT IN THE UNIVERSE TOGETHER. THERE IS PEACE AND LOVE WHEN YOU LET GO TO THE UNIVERSE AND THE DIVINE, THIS IS SUCH A STORY.
By Call Me. Ishmael5 years ago in Families








