humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
I'm Not Sorry
It's December 28, 2018. On the other side of the window there is snow gracefully floating to the ground—a relaxing visual as I sit on a love-seat alone—except I know that I'm not alone, that's just what I feel: isolated. I'm feeling a lot of other things as well: depressed, confused, invalid, disgusting, annoying, and somehow, I'm also feeling numb. You are sitting next to me, my love. You put your arm around my frail body and rub my shoulder. I know that you're rubbing my shoulder because I can see, out of my right eye's peripheral vision, your hand wrinkling my sweater as it moves up and down on my arm. I'm freezing and shaking from the cold, but my chest and belly feel like they're on fire and my face starts turning red. My heart is beating that strange way it does when I'm having a panic attack, except this time every single beat is pounded into the back of my spine, and no matter how calmly and flatly I lay on the ground, it persists. I never have any idea how long this will last, and as of right now, I haven't found many ways to cope with this experience. I have no idea how to explain it in the moment, so it's difficult for me to find a way out when I don't even know where I am. That is why I am writing this letter to you, my love.
By Francis Grace7 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
Forgiveness: The process of forgiving or being forgiven. In our lives, we all have to face forgiveness at one point or another. For some, it comes easy. For others, including myself, forgiveness isn't such an easy task. Either way, in many instances, forgiveness is one of the key factors needed to move on.
By Harmony Furrow7 years ago in Humans
Growing Up 'Redneck'
They may be just a pair of boots to you, but to us, it's our favorite pair of square toes. We know the soles are worn smooth and the leather is creased, but no, we don't care. We know that they make an annoying clicking sound when we walk on hard surfaces, but all the good ones do. No, the grease stains can't be wiped away, but we'll continue to wear them. Those boots have been there for us more than some people. They got nothing but compliments at Mamaw's best friend's funeral. It's not just a pair of shoes to us.
By Brooke Nicole7 years ago in Humans
Who You Were Born as May Not Be the Person You Were Meant to Be
The definition of a person, let alone a gender, is fluid—who you love, what you were, what you stand for, and the life you choose to lead. Yet society seeks to oppress and silence the masses of women, young people, lesbians, gays, and transgender people. I read/watched three pieces that were all founded upon the central idea of gender and gender roles. The first piece is a spoken performance by Chimamanda Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists; the second piece is Bros Before Hos: The Guy Code by Michael Kimmel; and the last piece was A Powerful Poem About What It Feels Like to Be Transgender by Lee Mokobe. These three pieces all assemble into a puzzle that connect in order to highlight the gender and gender roles struggle in current day America.
By Makayla Richards7 years ago in Humans
We Need to Stop Asking People to Bring Us Things from Abroad
I'm lucky to have friends who rarely ask me to bring them stuff from abroad. Actually, I often ask them if there is anything that I could bring them from the States to make them happy. And the only thing they want is for me to come back and meet them. (I know, sweet and beautiful.)
By Anna Dvorakova7 years ago in Humans
A Hypothetical Letter to the Homeless
It's no coincidence that this letter ended up in your hands. It was meant to find you. It was written for you specifically. It's not the act of a self righteous person searching for a way to feel better about themselves. You're not just a Christmas task that I took on to justify my selfishness from January to November.
By Angel Perez7 years ago in Humans











