family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Are Emotional Affairs and Texting the New Way People Cheat in Love?
In a world driven by constant digital connection, emotional affairs and texting have emerged as the modern form of infidelity—one that’s often invisible but deeply destructive. Secret messages, late-night chats, and emotional intimacy shared through screens increasingly threaten today's relationships, while physical cheating used to be the ultimate betrayal.
By Bloom Boldly3 months ago in Humans
Winter Solstice Fun
The Winter Solstice is one of my favorite holidays. There are so many things that we do to prepare for it. First, we get the tree out of the space that it was left in. Sometimes it was in the attic. Or in the basement when we used to live in a house. When we were living in a trailer it was in a closet. I missed the days that we had our tree in the closet. It made it so much easier to get out.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 months ago in Humans
Part Three The Deep Thinkers. Content Warning.
The Color Wheel of Depth — a suite that honors nuance, pigment, and belief. It explores how intent shapes thought across education, politics, friendship, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Humans
Unmasking the Narcissistic Persona: A Practical Guide
The term "narcissist" has become ubiquitous in modern conversation, often used loosely to describe anyone with a noticeable degree of self-absorption. However, pathological narcissism—a pervasive and enduring pattern of thought and behavior—is far more complex and insidious. For those navigating personal or professional relationships, discerning the presence of genuine narcissistic traits is a critical skill for self-preservation. It is not about simply identifying a love for compliments, but rather recognizing an underlying, fragile psychological structure that relies on the manipulation and exploitation of others for sustenance.
By Humberto Jaeres3 months ago in Humans
The Bridge Keeper
Every morning before sunrise, Sami, a quiet old man, walked to the small wooden bridge that crossed the narrow river running through his village.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Rain Collector
It had been raining for three days straight. The kind of slow, patient rain that softened everything — the air, the roads, the people.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Window Light
The old apartment building stood quietly at the end of the street, half-forgotten by time. Its walls were faded, balconies chipped, and the elevator, as usual, refused to work. The residents had long stopped expecting it to.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Music Room
The community center was quiet that afternoon — unusually quiet. Only the faint hum of ceiling fans and the smell of old wood filled the air.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Day I Missed A Beat At The Gym
Today id like to explain how i turned an emberassing moment into an experiment regarding emotional growth, father-son connection, and ai. So here we go.
By casey hutson3 months ago in Humans
“The Mistake That Changed My Life Forever”
We all carry moments we wish we could erase — choices that haunt us, words we can’t take back, and paths we wish we never took. But sometimes, those painful mistakes become our most powerful lessons. I used to think failure meant the end of something. Now, I know it often marks the beginning of growth. This is the story of a mistake that once broke me — but later built a stronger version of who I am today.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Humans
The Rooftop Garden
Every evening, as the sun dipped behind the jagged city skyline, Sabeen climbed the narrow stairs to the rooftop of her apartment building. Dust coated the concrete steps, and the railings were chipped from years of neglect, but she didn’t mind. This rooftop had become her sanctuary.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Quiet Library
Mariam loved the library. It wasn’t a grand, modern building with flashy lights and air conditioning that smelled of plastic. It was old, with tall wooden shelves, worn carpet, and a faint scent of dust and ink that somehow made her heart calm. The soft murmur of pages turning, the distant footsteps of visitors, and the quiet hum of the radiator created a rhythm she had come to rely on.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans