humanity

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Food Fight
FOOD FIGHT!!! By: Anne Chester Attention Parent’s: you might not want to let your kids read this article, if you are not going to be open to trying to understand how this came about.
By Anne Chester5 years ago in Families
The Memories of Child Abuse
I was five years old when I first remember what it was like to be afraid of someone. My mom just got married to my stepdad and they just got into a huge arguement. I was eating some apple slices watching my favorite cartoon. Then, I looked over and watched, this supposed to be my new father figure, hit my mom in the face. Of course, I started crying because this was something that scared me. I was scared for my mom and I was scared of him. That's when he turned around and said to me, " You better stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about." These are the words that haunt me for the rest of my life and I will explain why.
By mz early2165 years ago in Families
Family Is The Heart of Our Home
Every child has a person whose story should be told, a person who has taught, cared for, and loved them, a person whose influence and ability to inspire is truly heroic.
By Mohit Chawla5 years ago in Families
The richest poor lady
After many years of constant struggle. I always felt like giving up when there was no hope. You can not rent a home for $800 or more a month and save money. It isn't possible for a mother with two kids. It should not be an arm an a leg to survive. How does one get ahead?
By Stacy Niemi5 years ago in Families
decisions play
It was the early morning of monday around eight o clock. Mama - boy what are you looking so nervous for?, ain't you ready for school?
By the freelance writer5 years ago in Families
Giving Thanks
Well I had promised a weekly entry but I'm afraid it's been a few weeks since our first entry already. Farm life - the definition of hectic. Make no mistake, this is most certainly not a complaint by any means! The busier we are, the more that is falling into place - and right now, with almost no time left before winter, it's crucial that we complete as many of our goals as possible.
By Leanne and Dave Bombay5 years ago in Families
I don't know
The first 30 years of my life, seem like a blur and always felt like a dream. I don't remember much before my 20s, and in my 20s I was mixed up in alcohol, sex, and drugs so a lot of it was a haze of wildness, regret, and lost.
By Marcy Ward5 years ago in Families
No Place To Be
What if you suddenly became independent at age 18 with no family to speak of, no friends because you ahve changed schools frequently, no financial resources, and not much in the way of a support system.
By Cheryl Duffy5 years ago in Families
Random Woods 10.03.2020
Shortly After Birth The very, very first thought I had was, “Oh no, not here again!” I could see the white ceiling and light blue walls surrounding me. Then, the bars, those crib bars that I would look through for the next months of my life. I could see that the room was junky. A piano seemed to have been thrown next to my crib and a desk had been dropped over there in the corner. Looking back on it, the Sesame Street song lyrics, One of these things is not like the other, now resonates in my mind. This room was not meant for me or I was not meant for it, buy either way, it was a temporary storage place, as if I was almost an afterthought and not planned for. I was the thing that was not like the other items in the room. And I was here, reincarnated back into this life with these people who were my family. And I wasn’t all that happy about it for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
By Leslie Jones5 years ago in Families
Get Out Now!!!
Sometimes we really hide from our gifts due to emotional and physical trauma. I want to start by saying that I realize that I have had trauma from the womb. No my mom was not battered but my father died a month before I was born. I can only imagine the pain that she felt the rest of her pregnancy. Lately, I have been in search of answers regarding my father that I do not have the questions for. I do not know exactly what I want to ask. However, I said weeks ago I would dedicate this October 2020 to writing about my on and off 6 years experience of mental and physical abuse. Well, what does that have to do with my father you ask, trauma in the womb, and domestic violence. I really and truly do not know. I am sure there is a connection.
By Mecca C Eaves-Glass5 years ago in Families
Leftovers of a day...
White and blue are the colours of a home I am yet to completely discover. My grandparents migrated from there in the 60s. My mind finds bliss each time they sit and reminisce on memories from the past, temporarily transporting me away with them to the land they really call home.
By Stephanie Anna5 years ago in Families
Why We Matter
My grandmother used to tell me growing up whenever the question of race and self-identity arose, baby, we are all sooners. I would look at her puzzled and ask, "what's a sooner, Grammy?" and she would reply "we're sooner to be one thing or another." I never knew the importance of that statement until I got older. Hello, my name is Stephanie Morton, and I am a heterosexual multi-racial/cultural woman living in America. Now, what do I check on the demographic boxes? Honestly, it depends on what form it is. However, mostly I choose Black.
By Stephanie Morton5 years ago in Families