humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Chapter One
Let the writing begin. My name is Nikki Jean Cerulli. Originally, LaGrange, and Crocker. LaGrange is before, when my mother was with my Biological Father. Crocker is what my name was changed to when my mother got with Ross. Cerulli, well that is my married last name and a story to tell you another time.
By Nikki Cerulli5 years ago in Humans
I Have Angels in My Life
I have always believed in a spiritual realm, a place where those from our heavenly home reach out to us in one way or another. Through my sixty decades on Earth, I have met a few of them. No, let me say it this way, I have UNDENIABLY encountered a presence, a spirit and angel, a more than helpful essence in my moments of greatest fear or need or sadness and even in moments of great overwhelming joy and happiness. They have been invisible, and they have been in human and animal form.
By Arlene Pitts5 years ago in Humans
Resilience in the Face of it ALL
Just like any human being occupying this giant rock we call "Mother Earth", there are a TON of things that come together to make up who I am. Life has presented DOZENS of challenges. I don’t know why, being born with the winning life combination: Black & Male with an LGBTQ Chaser. Add the fact that I’m originally from Englewood, Chicago: a neighborhood known for Jennifer Hudson, Gwendolyn Brooks, R. Kelly (ew), Jesse Jackson, Nat King Cole, Harold Washington (if any of these names sound unfamiliar, learn Black History), and people wonder why I’m not famous yet! Hell, I wonder myself sometimes.
By Darius Colquitt5 years ago in Humans
I'm educated, not white.
I grew up in Santa Barbara,CA, which if you haven't been there it's a beautiful beach town in central California, that is predominately white. Now I say this to note that although I grew up in a predominately white town, my parents did everything they could to make sure my sister and I knew where we came from, our history and that we were proud to be black. I've never known anything different. I've never once questioned my identity or felt ashamed of it. Before anything else, I have always been black. Now granted, my pro-black stances have grown vastly over the years. My stance on social justice and understanding of the world has progressed as has my understanding of systemic racism and white privilege.
By Malynda Hale5 years ago in Humans
The Evolution of Me
An old friend from high school recently friended me on Facebook and some of our reminisces made me reflect on my journey to the current iteration of me. The journey has been a wild one and I do truly like the woman who I have become. I hope you get some laughs from my missteps and commiserate with some of my growing pains
By Nicole "ChaseThePen" Sanchez5 years ago in Humans
SPEAKING TO MY YOUTH
For the longest time, I had avoided myself to recollect the memories of my childhood. It always seemed like running away was the best choice, despite missing out on the part of reminiscence. There were times when bits and pieces flashed by in my mind, it shook my world. A world I created with peace and stability.
By Venera Lee5 years ago in Humans
I Flew From LAX to Kansas to Reconnect with My “Perfect” Ex & It DID NOT Go Well
This story is about Ken who I met in early 2016. Back in 2016 we dated for maybe 4 or 5 months & when I first met him I would have previously described him as PERFECT, consistent, trustworthy, loyal, reliable, & again, PERFECT in pretty much every aspect of his personality. Ken was the type of guy to open car doors for me, & he was just a perfect gentleman all around. He didn’t drink or use drugs but back in 2016 I was dabbling in party drugs & heavy drinking when my daughter Samantha wasn’t around. But despite all of his perfectness in 2016 he never wanted to be intimate with me which I found SO FREAKING STRANGE. I found it so strange that he would always avoid all of my advancements because no guy had ever done that to me. I mean, what guy ignores months of advancements?
By Annastasia Rose Beal5 years ago in Humans
86 Life
When we think of fast cars and trucks we automatically associate them with men. No one really thinks about women finding passion in building a car or racing. Because nine times out of 10 women are the ones who are the first to take their car to a mechanic and have it fixed or have the oil changed, tires rotated, stuff like that because we just don’t do it ourselves cause it’s a mans job right? Nope! Not in all cases. Hi, my name is Ashley. I’m 31 years old and I love everything about fast cars and old school trucks! Alittle about me, I’m the first girl out of 4 older brothers so as you can imagine I was raised around all the things boys like to do. Watching and helping with car build projects were always fun but when I got my own Toyota 86 sports car all the ideas came flowing in! No it isn’t an America muscle car or anything like a Chevy nova or a Thunderbird but it has given me a new respect for foreign imports. And of course u can’t have a sports car without it being a manual.
By Ashley Wilson5 years ago in Humans
It’s all in the Mind
Ahhhhh, it feels good to release what’s been driving me insane. I’m currently pregnant for the first time and waiting any day for our baby girl. What’s been overwhelming is that it seems like my support system is shallow. My mom and mother in law are great, they just live in two different states. My best friend has been acting really fake, and it’s annoying. I’ve been thinking about distancing myself from her for a while now.
By Yuri Kenan5 years ago in Humans
Stay Out of The Victim Pool
Think of life as a giant swimming pool. You've got your expert swimmers, your weekend waders, those that are learning, those that are drowning or struggling to tread water, and that one little prick that keeps trying to dunk everyone under. Your victims in life fall under the struggling to tread water or drowning category. These are the people that know little to nothing on how to succeed at what they are going for. They know that if they were to kick their way over to the side and cling to the wall or move to a more shallow end of the pool, they would do better, be in less danger, and probably have a little fun in the process. They might even find someone willing to teach them if they asked around and were committed enough.
By Jeremy Hanson5 years ago in Humans
