humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Needed Discomfort
Our tendency to sanitize unpleasantness I was born in 1963. I grew up watching the Vietnam war coverage on the evening news every night. Morley Safer, Walter Cronkite, Dan Rather. We saw the burning of villages, the crying faces of the Vietnamese women and children and old people. We saw the American soldiers struggling to understand a form of war for which they’d never trained, with a goal that seemed un-reachable. It was ugly. We watched body bags being loaded into aircraft carriers, headed for home. Those images were the roots of my inability to understand human beings treatment of one another. I still don’t understand it.
By Frances Leah King5 years ago in Journal
See You Later
As I exhale, I relish this part. This right here is what I look forward to, the finale. —This is my exit from the collision into these peoples, now my family's, life. Somehow, I never get tired of getting to this point in our shared journey. Our affair is often short and riddled with tragedy, but our brief connection is a permanent memorial.
By Lavana Jenkins-Reid5 years ago in Journal
M Miraz Hossain
About M Miraz Hossain, an intellectual professional who has been working at Keya Cosmetics Limited (one of the leading Brand in Bangladesh) as a Director from 2017. He is also Voluntary Project coordinator of United Nations Program, Columnist of Daily Jay Jay Din, Writer and Social worker all which carrying identity of his proficiency and versatility.
By Lima Mahmud5 years ago in Journal
"Ask the Animals"
Since antiquity, man has wanting to talk with animals. Yet if one says they are able to, as in hearing them, speaking with them, and getting pictures transferred like a motion picture, then one is called a freak, weirdo, liar, new ager or basic lunatic…
By Dolphingirl5 years ago in Journal
Unnamed's Untold Story
I knew a kid that lived in their head. For the purpose of this story and to avoid redundancy, we’re going to call this kid Unnamed. To Unnamed, the world outside wasn’t kind or very fun, so they hung out with the characters they created and stayed in their head their entire life, twenty three years to be exact. This kid, well, they struggled with loneliness, which made sense because they never liked to cross the threshold of their mind’s front door. Whenever they did, they often were made to feel weird or different so it became easier and easier to never leave their mind. As Unnamed got older they started doodling in class. Well actually, they started writing in class, specifically dialogue. Their notebook margins were filled with characters and their conversations that Unnamed thought of as their Spanish teacher taught them how to conjugate verbs. On two separate occasions Unnamed pulled all nighters to write screenplays in improper script writing format because the story in their head demanded to be told at the early hours of a weekday. Instead of blood, Unnamed had stories flowing through their veins. Instead of nerves, there were brand new pieces of paper just begging to be marked with ink. Taking advantage of this medical phenomenon, Unnamed embarked on a journey to make a career out of living in their head.
By Jos Hewlett5 years ago in Journal
