humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Life of A Young Mom
In the life as a 23 year old young mom is life changing. In a blink of an eye, everything in my life has changed from being a kid, to a teenager, and then becoming a mother. The way I would see other moms with their kids, I thought to myself life with kids will be easy. Until I had my daughter Evelyn and it was always ups and downs, but became my greatest love of all.
By Ana 5 years ago in Families
The one I'm today.
Today I'm a collection of events that drive me today to be living in London, UK. It was a simple idea of getting out of my county (Venezuela) and starting all over again in a different place and with different people and culture. The one I'm today is way different from the one I was 4 years ago. That guy living literally in a bubble, or better say, no life at all.
By Hernán Arteaga5 years ago in Families
THE LOST GENERATION OF SOUTH SUDAN WANDERING AROUND THE WORLD: THE IMPORTANCE OF RESILENCE IN THEIR PLIGHTS AND HOW THE WORLD CAN LEARN FROM IT.
A long time ago around 1800s a prophet of Nuer named Ngundeng Bong said or predicted that, "Bec ni dor i wic car mi bi dap e nak bang ni." loosely translates, "The great pain is that there will be a black haired generation of South Sudan that will breed in vain." Before Sudan independence the former generation of South Sudan used to dyed their hair white and after independence that changed completely and now the new generation leave their hair black.
By Mun Both5 years ago in Families
The Neverending Battle
Little eyes slowly opening to whispers from all around, curled between warm and cosy bodies, squinting at panic struck faces, whispering franticly. Stretching between 6 little bodies with huge paws and their mom, don’t know what the turmoil is all about, laying here warm and save between my friends.
By Gordon B 6 years ago in Families
Metaphysical Maternal Lineage
Our mothers are our life givers, generators, organizers and dispensers. As babies, we go to our mothers because they are our nurturers, our story tellers. Not to say that our fathers are not important, they are our providers, but in a world where patriarchy exists and women are looked down upon, Shelby is creating and building a positive connotation about the power of a woman and feminine energy. Once you tune into your femininity, it’ll give you an even greater sense of who you are and your roots of where you come from. There’s great power in it.
By Shelby Maxine6 years ago in Families
Life on the inside
I don’t even know where to begin, or maybe I do and that’s just it. I need to start at the beginning, which beginning? My childhood? My teenage years? The struggles of coming from a broken home and a family who lacks the ability to provide unconditional love and support. The time where becoming the black sheep of the family not only means being the black sheep but yet somehow always feeling like I am a kid begging for approval. There are so many places to start and in so many ways have now shaped me int the person I am today and I am becoming. I am here to share with you my story, my experience, and my missions. So let’s get started....
By Emily Organ6 years ago in Families
Motherhood
This picture was 13 years ago!!!! THIRTEEN!!!!! Where did that go! I know we all ask outselves where did the time go? How did we get here? I’ll tell you, it all started long ago with, YOU! it goes back to the first time you kicked your moms belly and pressed your tiny hand against ‘your’ womb. Creating something so unique that it can never be duplicated! You’re fingerprint, Your imprint on the world. There are many others you will make. Remember back when your grandma made bread? that special dish that everyone remembers? The way your papa(grandpa) chats of old horse riding times, or how he only has eyes for grandma! Old fashioned imprints that carry with you and then to your children and so on. A couple of my Family imprint favourites: halushki and banana bread, my family loves to cook!( can’t wait to launch the ‘cooking edition’)
By Tiffany 6 years ago in Families
What Makes Me Glow
I am not sure what routine makes me glow. Is it my morning coffee or my shower at night? I enjoy my first cup of coffee in the morning playing my games before my children wake up. I do not get much time before my four-year-old wakes up and starts to cry that he wanted me to stay in bed with him. No, he has not stopped crawling into bed with me and his dad at night. In fact, our current situation means that his bed is in our room still. We have five bedrooms, and they are all occupied.
By Natosha J Selsky6 years ago in Families
Controlled Chaos
The moments leading up to our house being surrounded by mother natures intense flames of red and orange, was spent in both a hurried rush to prepare ourselves for the fight, but also admiring the beauty in such an overwhelming disaster.
By India MacDonell6 years ago in Families
Life Goes On
It was February 1996. We'd done it. We'd made it through the first year of marriage. This included a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, a high risk pregnancy, a head-on auto collision, premature labor and delivery of our baby girl, followed by an aortic dissection and open heart surgery for me. So what else is there to do, but go ahead a open some very belated Christmas presents? It was actually the last thing we felt like doing, but the lights were still up on the house and our tree, and friends and relatives were anxiously waiting to have us all back together. Christmas was here, and I was happy just to be alive and that our baby was healthy. Did I mention, she had colic? She was not tolerating the formula and I could not breast feed because I take blood thinners. So, we had to keep trying different types of soy formula/cereal blends until we discovered one that would fill her up and help her sleep longer, yet not upset her stomach. All we wanted for Christmas that year, was a good night's sleep.
By Carrie Partain6 years ago in Families
off my damn chest hh
Chapter One The setting takes place at the house aside from my earliest memory instead I’d say I was about 9 years old when the cruelty and torment started. I was very rebellious and willing to stick up for myself to my dad and my mom. My mother is a tricky person to describe she was both real and fake at the same time. even now she is the same, but I guess she is more free spirited these days.
By MrBake Wave6 years ago in Families
Up, up and away
My mother drives us home after a meal at Duluth's Ground Round family restaurant in her dark orange Volkswagen Beetle, a quirky, tolerable pest still popular in its original form during the mid-1980s. I tightly hold my balloon, primary red like my favorite gum balls and with a long white plastic ribbon. The kind of ribbon I had always seen tied to the belly-button of balloons filled with the venerable lifting gas helium, noble in its lifting effects. This balloon is pumped full by a man in front of the table from a shiny aluminum, cylindrical tank. They tie the balloon to my high chair while my family eats.
By Jennifer6 years ago in Families