humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Deeds of the Heart
During the morning in the warmer months, I sit on my balcony to meditate and bask in the rising sun. I would burn incense and sip coffee while taking in the traffic rushing by on the busy street and observe my neighbours leave their homes to go about their day.
By Trish Lane5 years ago in Humans
Brown Skin Lady
I was born on a cold May morning in a hospital building that is no longer in use. The medical staff placed me in the waiting arms of a woman who was two-months shy of legal drinking age. She eventually took me home. She breastfed me. Cared for me. Nourished me. Gave me some one-of-a-kind name I still have yet to stumble across when new people introduce themselves.
By LaGuan Rodgers5 years ago in Humans
Nourish the Soul
It is late and you are exhausted beyond words. Yes, physically you are drained, but it is a type of tired that lives in every cell of your body. You feel the pressure of this intangible weight pushing in on you from every side. Your brain is a fog, struggling to keep information straight, and though it betrays you often, you just cross your fingers and hope that you are able to stay on top of the things that are really important; knowing full well that you are already falling short with most of what's on your plate.
By sarah rosellini5 years ago in Humans
Hope and Igor
It was a crisp February day in Slovenia, and my friends and I stood at the edge of the glacial lake in the small town of Bled. We were resting at a ferry dock where a Pletna was tied off, a flat-bottomed, shiny wooden boat with a canopied cover. Only two other people, a couple, were in line in front of us.
By Lydia Jones5 years ago in Humans
Cherish Your Name Like Gold. Top Story - January 2021.
As a child, I grew up to be ashamed of my name. Danika, Dan-ick-ah. Boys would follow me on the school yard and yell my name in a way that bastardized it and hurt my ears, formed a chorus in the dark corners of my brain that fostered my self hatred. Dan-eek-a, Dan-eek-wa. It wasn’t hard to make a lonely girl cry when all she wants is to fit in, but in a school filled with names on top ten lists and Hollister shirts, that was never an option a poor girl with a weird name received.
By Danika Moir5 years ago in Humans
Am I a White Savior?
Long long ago, and in a land far away, I was born. I lived in Mumbai and my earliest memories are of visiting Akanksha with my father. The Akanksha Foundation is a non-profit which helps low-income children receive a holistic education. From my father, I inherited the altruistic gene and loved being able to help those in need.
By Diya Mehta5 years ago in Humans
The Angel
Bedtime. The most wonderful time of the whole day. It is the time I finally get to unwind from all the days activities. It becomes so peaceful in the house. No kids fighting or yelling. No laughing or playing video games. No banging on the drums and keyboard. No Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Just peace and quiet.
By Robyn Moss 5 years ago in Humans
A Letter to Sex Buyers
Dear Sex Buyer, From the moment your eyes lock with mine, I cringe and you crave. There is an overwhelming fear that shudders through my body – the fear of not knowing what will happen or what is expected of me. I want to crawl out of my skin while you’re trying to seduce your way in, and I am once again required to give my body to a man who tramples on the will of women. But you paid me, right? Money is a silencer—the reparation for unwelcome sex. And when you have been compensated, you have no right to complain.
By Hannah Blair5 years ago in Humans
30th Vibes
I’ve been deep in thought for some time now, thinking away like a clock ticks to the hour, yet through all of my thoughts, there has been no definitive answer. I’m searching for a resolution that I know does not exist. I’m holding out for some miraculous white steed to stumble through my door and save me from all of my fears. Thoughts, everywhere, half cut dreams, procrastinated ambitions, where do I cut the line through all the bullshit and find that one illuminated path to follow?
By Lena Parry5 years ago in Humans
Smiles are Like Germs
I tend to be a cynical sort of person. I’ve worked too much in the food service industry to have a great deal of faith in humanity. “John and Jane Q Public should never be allowed out without supervision,” is a favorite quote of mine (coined, I believe, by myself). People are rude to waitstaff, purposefully obtuse and will do anything for a free meal. They allow their children to run amok, talk down to people who are likely as intelligent as themselves, and don’t care a bit to ruin someone else’s day to make themselves feel better.
By Donna Sue Davis5 years ago in Humans
