humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Sweet. Simple. Save me.
I want to share a slice of my dynamic pairing fit to be a match made in heaven. Growing up, my grandmother would have me to watch her cook. She’d always remind me, “the way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach.” So far the only heart I’ve one this year, and it wasn’t from cooking, was my own. While I don’t intend that that’s exactly the meaning she had in mind, I was able to reform the idea into a more meaningful connection, food and the heart.
By Domoniqe5 years ago in Humans
Naughty or Nice
"Tis the season to be holly, jolly and happy. That's what the seasonal songs say, right? Well, one thing that isn't mentioned as much is gratitude; in conjunction with that is generosity. These are things we should practice all year long. The question is with all that is going on globally around us as well as locally, what can we do?
By Julie Hatcher5 years ago in Humans
Two Bagels and a Coffee
In my mind, there’s no better place to toil away for hours on schoolwork than a local coffee shop. The indiscriminate chatter, high-pitched machinery, and mellow soundtracks are, oddly enough, all conducive to my ability to concentrate, so the raucous ambience is always a welcomed familiarity. Additionally, there’s the unspoken camaraderie of the other patrons—elderly folk who spend their time knitting, curious children who never seem to run out of questions, and fellow students who often appear to be suffering just as much as I am. All of it is favorably ordinary.
By Elise5 years ago in Humans
HOW(AND WHY) I FORGIVE...WHITE PEOPLE
I like my bubble and I have for many years. I'm one of those people that has enjoyed being alone with my family and close friends. The necessity of sheltering in place has sharpened the focus of the world in which we have allowed to develop around us. In my bubble, I began to get more remote work as an artist and I was able to spend more time with my new baby and husband. But can you remember what it was like before COVID? In my mind it blurred together something like this:
By Minka Wiltz5 years ago in Humans
Just let me introduce myself.
Hello... my name is Nessy. Well, that's the adult manifestation of the childhood nickname I hated with all my being. I. Could. Not. Stand. It. Nessy, the other spelling must from this moment be forever put away, was the utter delight of the bane of this litter sister's existence... the previous baby girl's jealousy. That's an entirely different story. I had what I thought was a typical childhood. Two parents. Six siblings. Grandparents. A dog. A few Ill-fated tadpoles. Neighbors that I loved... and still miss... in a hamlet called Wyandanch on Long Island in the 70's. I was THAT kid... at least until 1977. There's a few stories behind that, too. Isn't it ironic how much those kids annoy me now? (insert snort)
By Neccessary Brown5 years ago in Humans
My #1 Fan
My #1 fan is my best critic. He tells me exactly how he feels about every story I write. He is honest yet kind. He gives his opinion and never has to worry about hurting my feelings because he is also my best friend and confidant. He keeps it real and tells it like it is. He never has to worry if he doesn’t like one of my stories, I will always understand. His opinions only make me a better writer. He gives me more moral support than I think I deserve. When I feel too down to write, he lifts me up and gives me reason to continue. He is the basis for more than one of my stories and he knows it. He gives me purpose and a reason to write. Some of my best ideas are because of him. He gives me such a passion to write and sometimes i think saying “Thank you” is just not enough. My gratitude goes beyond words.
By Gail S.5 years ago in Humans
Doing things for the homeless
There were so many times when I passed by a homeless person holding up a sign that read some type of story about their life to some that were just simple yet still heartbreaking. It really makes me wonder how people can be the way that they are. Whether they are the homeless man on the street or the person walking by them trying to avoid eye contact. Then there are others who tend to give big. When we see that we might think “oh thank goodness that person is helping them. and they gave them a lot of whatever is was that was given”. However, I believe these moments are few and far between. This make me wonder, is there anything we can do when we don’t have anything? My family grew up not having much. My dad worked all the time to provide for us and we didn’t rely on any assistance. But that’s it. We just made enough to get by.
By Forever Endeavor5 years ago in Humans
Types of soul connections in this world
In our lives, we meet soulmates who can be friends, family, whatever. They don't have to be romantic. These are usually good relationships, and hard to leave, but they teach us about love.
By Natasha Myers5 years ago in Humans
OLD TOM
© 2020 OLD TOM Symphisis Two ‘roos, a buck and his doe, made it across the dirt track. The third, a joey, was in full flight when the ‘roo bar of the flat-top, Land Rover ute struck it and deflected it down under the right front wheel.
By Symphisis5 years ago in Humans
What makes a hero?
Five paragraphs; full sentences, and make sure you’re using HB or 2B Pencil. And check your grammar too, I’m don’t want to fault you for misspelling something.
By HKGlenstid5 years ago in Humans
Self Love: Intrapersonal Relationships
Intrapersonal and Interpersonal Relationships Everywhere we look, there are many relationships happening around us. This is not referring to the intimate relationships that are sucking their faces and tasting each other in public places. While they may be one type of relationship, we have to observe the other relationships that are just as important as the romantic relationships.
By Tyler Williams5 years ago in Humans
Meant to be
This is a true story, otherwise it would not have been so amazing. This has changed my life forever! Age 20, what a lovely perspective on life one has at this age. Unfortunately, for me I had no perspective only one choice! To give up on everything I had and move my life to another country with only one man by my side, a man I knew very little, in exchange for my family, friends and home town.
By Fel Art5 years ago in Humans