humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Time to try new things
Well a few things have happened. I'm not actually sure where to start. I decided after a long debate not to return to my job after my maternity leave came to its end. A number of reasons for this - primarily, the travel time and distance, and how it would affect little Daniel. If I am going to work again, I would like to build a career here, close to home.
By Rhea Bombay6 years ago in Families
The Flowers
The flowers were wilted. It was the first thing she noticed. There was a side table to the left. Just inside the door. “Come in and I’ll make some tea”. The words seemed sincere but the look on her face said otherwise. Did she really want me to be there? Am I actually welcome or was this just the “pleasantries” that Momma had warned me about when someone doesn’t really want you around but just allows you to take up space. Sonya didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be that girl. And yet... she was that girl.
By Kia McKinney6 years ago in Families
Voiceforothers
Unless you’ve walked in the shoes of a caregivers of patients with brain disorders, you can never truly relate to this journey. This journey is really about the reality world of these patients. It’s about speaking Alzheimer’s. It’s about discerning the language of the patient with dementia. It’s about understanding, that this disease is so much harder on the patients than you can even imagine. Sure, caregivers have struggles but we are blessed to have sound and healthy minds. Imagine for a moment, listening to gibberish in your mind telling you a million things at one time. Imagine being disoriented, unbalanced trying to figure out what’s going on in your head and trying to figure out why you cannot explain what’s happening to you, when you know something isn’t right. Imagine being frightened, wanting someone to understand you, help you, protect you but you can’t bring yourself to trust anyone because you don’t recognize trust and don’t know how to ask for help.
By Patricia Stone6 years ago in Families
A New Beginning
Hello Everyone and welcome to our blog! This post is the first of many as we journey through the transition of becoming a tiny family in a tiny home.
By Heirloom & Flourish6 years ago in Families
Evolution ,Attachment theory and Trauma
How impactful attachment can be in familial relationships, from infancy to adulthood? Theorists and scholars argue that the family is a fundamental structure of identity formation.
By Novsky6 years ago in Families
DIFFERENT BUT SAME
As Emma made herself comfortable, laughing and making small talk, her voice drifted over the air until it faded, echoing from the direction in which she was headed. Not alone, of course - she had that gift of drawing along a tow of handsome looking blokes and some ladies too.
By Henrietta Efunnuga6 years ago in Families
Hope
She looked so vulnerable sitting in the coffee shop drinking her hot chocolate. It had been a while since they'd seen each other and their relationship had been somewhat restrained. Sarah paid for her Grande Skinny Latte and carried it over to the table. Her daughter looked up at her almost sheepishly.
By Jo Little 6 years ago in Families
The Black Sheep
The cliche’ that is so commonly used, “I knew at a young age I was different,'' could be used in this situation but that would be a lie. As a child you hear all sorts of stories of what you did or did not do and some of them seem a bit far fetched from where you are standing but nonetheless, those who were around you claim it to be true. I heard many of these and looking back now I can say that I can definitely see myself doing these things. I remember my parents sharing a story about me packing up my Radio Flyer wagon with all that was important to me and dragging it out the front door of our home in Massachusetts.
By RachelAnn6 years ago in Families
An Open Letter to Teens
Dear Current and Future Generations: As you grow into adulthood you will be faced with a lot of temptation, challenges, sadness and even the occasional happy day. You will make and lose friends and be the source of frustration and joy for your parents every day. Trust me, I’ve been in your shoes and trying to find your way in today’s world will be difficult – much more so than it was when I was a kid.
By Tina6 years ago in Families
But I Had Always Wanted to Be a Dad
When Friends and Family Say, “You’d Make Such a Great Dad,” You Begin to Believe It I had an amazing father, Richard Eisenberg, who passed away nine years ago. Based in part on his example, I longed to be a father from an early age. Thing is, I did not meet the woman who would become my significant other until my 36th birthday, on January 14, 2000. She was 43 at the time. We considered ourselves “late-bloomers,” and her life goals were the same as mine.
By Joel Eisenberg6 years ago in Families
The Day My Husband Had a Stroke
My name is Teresa and my husband's name is Paul. Today is May 30, 2017. My husband is 55 and works in building maintenance for a local university. He is extremely active, always on the go.
By Teresa Bennett6 years ago in Families
Growing Up In A Broken Family
Hello!! I just want to start off by saying that my childhood was shit, literal shit. If I could, I would try to name all of the good experiences as a child, but sadly the bad outweighed the good. Now I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party and tell you all about my woes because I do know that I'm not the only person with a messed up family which is why I'm writing this in hopes that people who have gone through this will relate to it and be able to understand that it shouldn't define them later in life.
By Z D6 years ago in Families