humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I Awaken From A Dream
Forward: As you may glean from these words, they have been added at this conclusion of the article below. This is a note you will surely recognize, not only in its essential being but in its obvious arrival. It's laziness is undeniable, and its integrity questionable, but its effect on you, the reader, and the strength of the piece's emotional, etc. resonance that remains to be seen: I have not edited the writing below. You could say my choice would be to help capture the power you can muster, even when that shadow of sleep just on your back seeks to take hold; to show you signs of hope that you, too, have powers both stagnant and dormant to shatter Life's tribulatory barriers. I have sipped my coffee; have eaten peanut butter toast in my travels towards it; have begun plotting my words on the path towards that. We write to tell stories of grandeur and velvety prose, and often shy away from those longing to be told through shaky and tentative tongue. Even as I "bullsh--" my way down this final stretch of 100 words, I do so with the faith that fortune and love will reign on all who read this; all who find necessity and palatable fruit here. You are the seeds that carry the torch. The flames of purpose light the way, while the torch itself may wither and die. Those flames are eternal. The words are not. And, perhaps, that is okay. For words, after all, are like the North Star: they shine with brilliance upon the dark canvas of our minds, there to guide us home once more. Home: where we laugh and love, through even our most deplorably egregious missteps... (Okay,: CUT!) (Roll Camera: Take Two!) Home: where we are never alone.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Humans
The Decision of Choice
The Nation is at another turning point and on the edge of yet one of many issues that will forever keep us separated. Let's face it! Out of all the talents and strengths we have as individuals, we were not blessed with the talent to read minds. Stay with me please!
By Jay LeTron Dobbins4 years ago in Humans
Truth or Dare
As Carl R. Rogers said, "what is most personal is most universal." I have that quote posted by my writing desk, and I don't think I could call myself a writer with my whole chest if I neglected to share my thoughts on the most personal subject matter about which I have felt compelled to write.
By Marisa Ayers4 years ago in Humans
Armadillo Lady
Sometimes the strangest calls remind me there are a lot of kind-hearted, compassionate people in the world. An animal call pops up on the computer screen in my patrol vehicle. I assume someone is upset about their neighbors barking dog and wonder why people can't relax a little more.
By Brandon Phifer4 years ago in Humans
Top It Off with a Cherry
In our family, camping took place at the lake. But “summer camp” was almost always a music camp held at one university or another. Our favorite was at SDSU in Brookings, South Dakota where we spent two weeks rehearsing & performing in musicals, choir, orchestra & band. But in 1974 I also attended a five-week orchestra camp in Wisconsin, the last three of which were held at the University of Wisconsin—LaCrosse
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Humans
buns never tasted better
When you come visit from Mozambique, which most all my family do, you bring peanuts. And they always get split up accordingly, between whoever is around. It’s really not the thought that counts here, it’s the peanuts. It must be a gift for the monkeys. Because I always find myself eating them most enjoyably out of a reused plastic packet when they've been in the cupboard since Christmas and its finally their time to shine as the reliable snack that they are. And I always reluctantly pull them out of my pants to share with the friends I’ve just made in front of a bonfire with the best egg bun you’ve ever tasted. Sometimes it is you and your cousin you just forgot the name of, or that new friend from the bus, whose name you’ve also forgotten, but when the peanuts go around, you can be assured smiles of satisfaction are due too. And in my best memories, with the best eggs you’ve ever tasted.
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Humans
Full of Summer
Smoke fills the air. It seems to follow you, even as you move to escape it. You cough and rub your eyes, feeling the sting of the residue from the burning wood. The smell is actually wonderful, all pine and that unidentifiable snap-crackle of summer nights. It’s not so enjoyable, though, when it’s making your eyes run and you can’t even wipe the tears away because of the long, thin piece of metal in your hand.
By Abigail Penhallegon4 years ago in Humans
Thanks, Chuck
Growing up in the 1970s and 1980s, as you may have been told repeatedly, was infinitely better than the subsequent decades. I can’t honestly offer an opinion on the prior decades, as I was not alive then. A friend recently sent a photo of the translucent red plastic cups, from the sit-down era of Pizza Hut, with the caption, “Soda in these hit harder.” A bonafide case of someone attempting to elicit nostalgia in me with an experience I don’t recall. I prefer to stick to my own experiences and my own memories.
By H.G. Silvia4 years ago in Humans
