humanity
Humanity begins at home.
My mother, my true hero.
As a child, I witnessed my father beating my mother. My siblings and I would run away when he got in one of his moods. On these nights, we waited outside and kept watch for the lights to go out. That was our signal that it was safe to return. It would take hours some nights. When the lights went out, we knew our father had fallen asleep. We would tiptoe back inside and continue sleeping. So many times, like me, she cried for mercy when no longer able to bear the pain. My mother wore sunglasses to work the following day to cover up the bruises. The more I thought about my mother, the more I realized would end up just like her if I did nothing.
By Grace James Kumkee6 years ago in Families
My Mini Bio
Have you ever wondered how your time in this world is measured? Is it by the amount of friends you have, how long you have stayed in one job, what your career is, if your married, single, have kids, don't have kids, live by yourself or with someone or if you still live with your parents, is it measured by how close you are with your family or is it measured by what you bring to the table.
By Abby Bromage6 years ago in Families
My Mixed Daughter and Battling Prejudice in the South
I live in the Mississippi, a Southern state. I moved here just about two years ago and it was here I fell in love with my now husband. 5 months ago we had a beautiful baby girl who happens to be mixed. Unfortunately in the South, the color of her skin is the only clear thing about her to most people.
By Madeline Keys6 years ago in Families
Unique Creations: Supporting Families in a Time of Darkness
Childcare services are one of the most important staples within communities. They provide foundations for children to gain necessary education and foster lasting relationships that help build character. Though COVID-19 has wreaked havoc on businesses, this childcare center continues to stay open to assist parents who are essential workers and aren’t able to take off during this time. Therefore, Unique Creations Childcare Center has been able to contribute to the needs of the community and address their concerns promptly. Beginning as an in-home center, Joy was able to start her business and assist children who were in need of a daycare center. With her certification only allowing 5 children at a time, she made it her goal in 2007 to expand and increase her influence on the children of the community. Within three years, she was able to purchase her own facility in Fuquay Varina, North Carolina! Since then, she has improved her certification from 5 to 30 kids, enhancing her reach and impact within the community.
By Makayla Hunter6 years ago in Families
My Continental Family
"Are you surviving or thriving?" Sid Garza-Hillman wanted me to ask you. FRIDAY APRIL 11, 2020 Early this morning I had quite the vivid dream, that I was in my own bed spooning an actor. While the body type felt very familiar, I still had no idea who was behind me. Now, I worked in television for seven years, and theater for 20, so over the course of my career, and this may have actually happened ahem ahem ahem a few times. The man gets out of bed, stands up, and watches me. I roll over and see that it's Jay. Have I been caught?! Did I think I had sex with someone else the night before? A high school friend of mine shows up, who is now a doctor at Stony Brook Hospital. Maybe she's there to rescue me from this predicament. I ask her to go to my mom's house to get my keys. When she gets there, she has to crawl through a window to get them, because the house is empty and vacant. But she gets my keys, and brings them back to me.
By Karen Lichtman6 years ago in Families
The living, the dead and the process of healing.
We can't always remember events from our childhood, sometimes we remember certain events and everything else is a blur. For me, there is one event from my childhood that I will always remember. The sort of event that doesn't fade with time and doesn't get blurred out in the background, it's ever-present. It happened when I was around 4 years old. I remember there was tension in my home, although the reason for it was unknown for me I knew that it was present just like a delicate mist. We were living in an apartment building on the fourth floor. I remember sitting on the balcony with a pair of binoculars looking out in the distance for my mother. After a while, she would appear in my line of vision and I would follow her with the binoculars right up until she would reach the staircase. Everyday she had the same look on her face. a deep and dark look that was marked by exhaustion and worry. Back then I didn't know what was going on, it seemed strange but I was young and my capacity of understanding such complex feelings was very limited.
By Ioana Pasca6 years ago in Families
Why don't parents respect their children?
This piece is a no brainer, the title pretty much gives it away. It is rant if I'm honest, maybe a think-piece if I'm going to be diplomatic about it. I just want to know, why do parents feel like it is their prerogative to treat their children however they deem fit? I'm talking specifically about those that treat their children with a lack of respect, or even simple human decency for those that have it worse. I am not talking about children in terms of the young, because even parents with 'children' of adult age, fail to treat them correctly.
By Lexi Kainene6 years ago in Families
