humanity

Humanity begins at home.

  • Samantha Reid
    Published 2 years ago
    Breastfeeding in Public

    Breastfeeding in Public

    Breastfeeding is a controversial topic. Some people love it, some people dislike it, and most people don't care. At least that has been my experience so far.
  • Azaris Morales
    Published 2 years ago
    Diary of a Working Housewife

    Diary of a Working Housewife

    Wednesday March 21, 2018 9:30 PM:
  • 🕷️Vivika Widow🕷️
    Published 2 years ago
    When I Grow Up

    When I Grow Up

    I was at my niece's nursery graduation recently and made some interesting observations. Before this I had thought the idea of children graduating nursery was a little on the silly side but when I got there, saw how excited the kids were, especially my niece, I realised that going to school is a huge milestone in a child's life. If we can't have pomp and ceremony to celebrate that then when can we?
  • Rocket Man
    Published 2 years ago
    Everybody Lies

    Everybody Lies

    Everybody says you have to respect your elders, despite if they respect you or not. They say respect is a thing you earn, unless it’s to your elders, then respect must always be given. I do not believe in that phrase. Being an elder does not give you the right to belittle and shame the young. Respect is earned, no matter who you are. The level of respect varies from person to person; some give it away quickly, some keep it until it is blatantly evident that respect has been earned. It all depends on the person.
  • A New Dawn Brenner
    Published 2 years ago
    Intentional Migration

    Intentional Migration

    According to Gramling in his article on clouds, he stipulated that we can predict climate change through observing cloud patterns. “They’re crucial to forecasting the future but devilishly hard to model.” Even worse, he goes on, “...storm clouds have gotten taller and have shifted toward the poles...making climate change worse!”
  • Emma Coonan
    Published 2 years ago
    Words He Cannot Say

    Words He Cannot Say

    I write with no intent for sympathy. I write with no intent of money or to be pennywise. I write because these words may never be spoken otherwise. I write because I love so deeply. And I write because it cleans me.
  • Carla Ceccarelli
    Published 2 years ago
    Pines in the Caribbean

    Pines in the Caribbean

    THE NURSING HOME
  • Elizabeth Adolphi
    Published 2 years ago
    Life as a Daughter of Agent Orange, Part 7

    Life as a Daughter of Agent Orange, Part 7

    Somehow it does not feel as if it has been a week since I last posted. A lot has gone on and frankly, I needed a breather from travelling back through my own timeline — as in Doctor Who, travelling one's own timeline is a dangerous game. Remembering all that I have for this story has stirred up feelings I never thought I would feel again. This past week I have been angry with my dad as I have not been in several years, probably since I was in Texas.
  • Who Am I?
    Published 2 years ago
    Growing Up Without a Dad

    Growing Up Without a Dad

    Growing up without your dad around, or not seeing him often...it affects people. As much as people had to admit that it's bothered them, believe me...it has. The reason I've decided to speak about this is that it's something which I can relate to deeply. I didn't see my "dad" very often as a child, and when I did... it's not exactly good memories which I can recall. And honestly, I feel like this subject topic is not spoken about enough, more often its just avoided because the people who can relate to this situation lack/ignore the emotion to connect with it and speak about it. So here I am, speaking openly about it for the first time and about how much it's actually affected me.
  • Estelle Thomason
    Published 2 years ago
    On Death, Trauma, and Self-Forgiveness

    On Death, Trauma, and Self-Forgiveness

    On Sunday, February 4, it will be 13 years since my stepfather died of an overdose. It seems like yesterday, as all life-changing events typically do. I would’ve been 9-years-old, and don’t remember feeling any emotion when I saw the foam falling from his mouth. The following is my journey to forgiving myself for that.
  • Whitney King
    Published 2 years ago
    My Life and How Rough It Has Been

    My Life and How Rough It Has Been

    My name is Whitney King and I am 22-years-old. Personally all the roughness of my life started when I was eight-years-old. Well that's when the actual pain started. I was abandoned by the man I thought was my biological father and finding out three months later he wasn't. So that's when the anger and self pity on myself started to flood in. I became violent and out of control to the point I could not control the anger and hate that I had towards my family and for myself. My mom had a choice to give me up and put me into the system but she didn't. She actually had them put me in a children's hospital up in Concord, California, which I did get a lot of help from. I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder which scared my mom, my family, and it also scared me.
  • Rheana Roose
    Published 3 years ago
    A Road Less Traveled: Chapter 2

    A Road Less Traveled: Chapter 2

    Okay, so let's rewind here a little bit. I know, I know, I am keeping you waiting. Suck it up, we will get there soon enough.