humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Anger as a Secondary Emotion to Fear
For our family night in 2020, my husband, boys, and I were ordering snow cones on Main Street when my youngest son darted into the street. Time froze. I could only yell, “Damn you, kid.” My husband rushed into the street and grabbed our son. Our son squirmed in my husband’s arms for the next half-hour while we ate our snow cones.
By Eileen Davis4 years ago in Humans
The Diary of an Ex-International Student.
Oct 20. 2021. Recalling what life was like before my flight home is impossible. What it was, what it wasn’t, what it was like. I’m home now, I know I am, I see it everywhere. Every day I am reminded by the little things that I am home now. But it’s hard to process that I am, finally, after years of drifting. Wandering. Being on my feet constantly, adjusting to new environments, adjusting overall. Changing, changing, and more changing for the past 16 years of my life. It is October now, I’m in a new school just as I knew I would be. New school, new country, new friends, new me. But who was I before? Who was I for those previous five years I was in Thailand? Those two years I was in New York City, two different times? Those two I was in upstate New York? Those five years in Kenya, two years in Lebanon? What changed, and how did I get here? Where am I? Who am I? Who was I? All questions I find impossible to answer. It's almost as if I’m a shapeshifter, drifting dream through dream. For so long, all of my childhood; I just wanted to go home. Be home. Live in a place for long enough to recognize my surroundings, recognize myself, the people around me. And now, finally, after all these years I have that opportunity. And yet, around the people I love, the country I would hold so dearly to my heart and romanticize every single day I spent abroad, something is still missing. I am still missing. This is my dream, I am living out everything I ever wished for throughout my time away from my home country, and now I am finally here. In the present.
By Alia Hansen4 years ago in Humans
The Killing Fields of Derby
The Killing Fields of Derby I arrived at the house in the dead of a rainy night. It was the first time I had been to Scotland. My loud knock brought the landlord. He was of African descent, mysterious, and talked in circles. “Welcome, I’ll show you around,” he said. “Would you like the money for rent?” I asked. He looked at me and beyond me, “No, perhaps tomorrow we can talk about that.” “How many live here, “I asked. “We invite many guests, a community.” His thick accent proved difficult to my ear.
By Arthur Brain4 years ago in Humans
Sankofa Mesan Entry #9: "Crowned"
This is a 9 part journal series called, “Sankofa Mesan,” or Nine Caravans. It documents divine moments that took place at Sankofa: The Caravan to the Ancestors, hosted by the Houston Chapter of NBUF (National Black United Front). Since Sankofa means “to go back,” this series begins with my diary entry from the most recent, 2021, and ends with the diary of the very first time I attended in 2010.
By iiiYansa J. Muse4 years ago in Humans
Savior
His story starts from the beginning of time. His name is “Immanuel” some of you may know whom I speak some of you may not but once I am done with telling you his story I hope it can open your eyes just as it did mine. There are many tales written for you to read but I will share with you from my point of view to my very best description as I understand it. From every darkness there is light. Let us just say he is that very light. Our very own savior he values each and every one of our lives no matter who we are, what we have done, our judge of character he sees past all of that.
By Corinne Del Cid4 years ago in Humans
4 Factors That Affect the Future of Nudism
4 Factors That Affect The Future of Nudism Nudism has grown exponentially over the past few years and it continues to grow. Is there a future for Nudism? Will it get better? Or will some factors affect its progression as a global movement?
By Edina Jackson-Yussif 4 years ago in Humans
Being able to speak English is not a measure of intelligence!
--- Somewhere on the African continent right now, someone is being made fun of, for mispronouncing an English word. I'm certain that - right at this very second, someone is being taunted for constructing a grammatically wrong sentence in the English language.
By thewellnessxplora4 years ago in Humans
From Golden State to Georgia Peach; Part Two
Have you ever gone to a party and saw a distant acquaintance or family member? Going to the store in Georgia is like that. My Iowa friends and family will know why this is necessary, but my California people will be highly confused. People casually walk over to you and grasp at anything they see or can vaguely remember about you to start up a conversation. Next thing you know, you just told this person why you went to the doctor last week or why your Aunt May left your Uncle Bob after 20 years. (This really didn't happen in my family).
By Emily Matlock4 years ago in Humans
