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~Suits~. Top Story - October 2025.
~ Dress-Code ~ Dress for Success Progressions ~ Twin, Lar, and I worked after school at Kinney Shoe Stores; Best Shoe-Dogs, ever. At the time mandatory to wear complete suits-ties: Fell in love with the cute cashier; lesson learned don't play in your own backyard! Whew, a lot of gabby-girls flowed through all day - shoulda stayed in that biz...!
By Jay Kantorabout a year ago in Families
The Mystery of Black Women’s Hair, Destiny, and Divine Connection
The Mystery of Black Women’s Hair, Destiny, and Divine Connection There’s a mystery I’ve observed over the years—why so many Black women struggle with hair growth or seem to stop caring for their hair altogether. It’s not just about beauty products or genetics. It’s deeper, spiritual even. I remember working at a convenience store as a young man, and a particular young girl would come in regularly.
By Ceaser Greer Jrabout a year ago in Families
THE MYSTERY OF THE CRACKED PHONE.
The Mystery of the Cracked Phone I’ve always believed that the condition of a person’s phone says more than we think. You see a shattered screen, and it’s not just glass—it’s a reflection of something deeper. A story. A warning. A lesson. I learned that the hard way.
By Ceaser Greer Jrabout a year ago in Families
The Child Who Lost Her Voice.PART 1. Content Warning.
This is a true life of an 8 year old child who lost her happiness due to her step mother's maltreatment. this is my first story ever, please pardon me if I made any mistake or if you find my story not good enough.
By Momoh GoldenMaiyahabout a year ago in Families
Highway Robbery
Highway Robbery I stepped into an old store today, one of those places that still smells like dust and linoleum, where the shelves lean slightly and the fluorescent lights hum like they’ve been tired for decades. Something about the place stirred a memory—sharp and unsettling. I realized, standing there in the quiet, that when I was young, the stores my grandmother traded with were robbing her blind. Not with guns or threats, but with inflated prices, deceptive deals, and the kind of quiet exploitation that preys on trust and limited options.
By Ceaser Greer Jrabout a year ago in Families
We Will Find You
The Supervisor Housekeeping was super busy today. The hotel was full and we needed all team members on deck. I was getting ready to go help make beds when she walked into my office like she’d just escaped something. Not a fire. Not a car crash. Something quieter, but just as devastating. Her eyes scanned the room like she wasn’t sure if it was safe to speak. Her hand trembled as she held out the letter, the paper soft and warped from tears. I could see the government seal before I even touched it.
By Lizz "Hunny" Chambersabout a year ago in Families
The Lion’s Pride
In the vast golden stretches of the African savannah, where the tall grass swayed with the whispers of the wind and the horizon burned each evening with the fire of the setting sun, lived a mighty lion named Shiran. He was not just another lion wandering the wild; he was the king, the protector, and the living legend of that endless land. His mane glistened like flames in daylight, and when he roared, the sound rolled across valleys and rivers like thunder, commanding both respect and fear. To every creature—whether it was the proud antelope, the playful monkey, or the quiet tortoise—Shiran was the very symbol of strength and authority. Yet, in the quiet hours beneath the starry sky, when he returned to his cave, Shiran was not just a king. He was a father. And it was in those tender moments that his heart softened. No roar, no sharp tooth, and no terrifying glare could hide the warmth in his eyes as he gazed at his little cub, Rudaan. The First Lessons Between Father and Son Rudaan was small, his paws clumsy, his mane just a faint shadow of fur. Yet his eyes sparkled with endless curiosity. He would often playfully tumble on the soft earth, chasing butterflies or trying to roar like his father, only to end up coughing or squeaking. But what he lacked in size and strength, he made up for with a spirit full of dreams. One evening, as the orange sun dipped low and the savannah sang with the voices of birds returning home, Rudaan looked up at his father and asked, “Father, will I, too, one day become the king of this land, just like you?” Shiran lowered his great head, his golden mane brushing against his cub, and spoke in a calm yet powerful voice: “My son, the crown of a king is not lifted by strength alone. It rests on the honesty of the heart and the courage in action. Strength without kindness is nothing but tyranny, and power without unity crumbles like dry grass before the fire.” These words sank deep into Rudaan’s young heart. He did not yet have the thunderous roar of his father, nor the sharp fangs that could bring down prey. But something invisible had begun to grow within him—the seed of true courage. The First Test of Courage Not long after, destiny tested him. Along the quiet riverbank, where water shimmered beneath the moonlight, a young deer had fallen into a cruel hunter’s trap. The wire bit deep into its leg, and its cries of pain echoed through the night. Many animals stood hidden in the bushes, too afraid to approach. The metallic scent of the trap carried danger; everyone feared being caught themselves. But Rudaan’s heart pounded with something stronger than fear. He remembered his father’s words and felt a pull inside him, like an unseen voice urging him forward. His paws trembled, his steps were unsure, but he did not stop. He pushed against the sharp wire, scratched his paw until it bled, and stumbled more than once. Still, he pressed on until the trap loosened and the deer leapt free, vanishing into the safety of the jungle. From a distance, Shiran had been watching silently. His chest swelled with pride as he saw the small cub, not yet strong in body, but already strong in spirit. It was the first spark of bravery, shining like a hidden flame. The Challenge of the Jungle But life in the savannah was never peaceful for long. Soon, a greater challenge arose. A pack of cunning jackals, hungry and merciless, began raiding food from every corner of the jungle. They stole from antelopes, monkeys, even from the leopards. Fear spread like a shadow across the land. Shiran, though still respected, was growing older. His strength was no longer what it once had been. The creatures of the jungle whispered among themselves: Who will lead us now? It was then that Rudaan, though still young, felt the weight of his father’s teachings settle upon him. He remembered: “A king is made not by power, but by the honesty of his heart.” Rising upon the highest rock, his voice trembling but determined, he called out to the animals of the jungle: “If we stand together, nothing can defeat us! Alone we are weak, but united we are stronger than any enemy.” The birds shrieked in agreement, the monkeys swung from trees and cried out, the antelopes stamped the earth, and even the leopards growled in unity. For the first time, the jungle moved as one under Rudaan’s leadership. The jackals, expecting fear and chaos, instead met a wall of courage. Overwhelmed by the strength of unity, they turned tail and fled, never to trouble the savannah again. A Father’s Pride Fulfilled Hidden nearby, Shiran watched with tears glistening in his proud eyes. Slowly, he stepped forward, his powerful frame still commanding awe, and looked at his son. His voice, deep but trembling with emotion, broke the silence: “My son, today you have proven that the true crown rests not upon teeth or strength, but upon unity, honesty, and bravery. You have shown me, and all creatures of this land, that you are ready to lead. I know now that you will be the true king of this savannah.” Rudaan bowed his head, not with arrogance, but with humility. His heart was not swollen with pride but filled with love for his fellow creatures. From that day on, his story spread across rivers, valleys, and plains. Every creature—from the smallest bird to the tallest giraffe—carried the tale of Rudaan and Shiran: the father who taught wisdom and the son who proved it true. And in every whisper of the wind, in every echo of the savannah, their story reminded all:
By Riaz Hamkarabout a year ago in Families
Sleeping With a Yeti: The Bed Divorce That Saved Us. Content Warning.
There are so many different ways couples and even families sleep. Some are cultural, some are out of necessity, some are for security. There are those that fit into the societal norm, and those that are a bit unconventional for no other reason than, we prefer it—like mine.
By Ash Ylvisakerabout a year ago in Families
The Master . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I learned this early. At 16, I got my first job at a convenience food store owned by a man named Robert Lee. At first, it felt promising. The pay was decent for the work we did. But when Robert’s wife stepped in, everything changed. Our wages dropped to just $13 a week.
By Ceaser Greer Jrabout a year ago in Families
To Mother
Alone in the dark, a young boy begins to cry. “Mother! MOTHER!” he calls out in desperation. Why does he scream so urgently? Why, in the midst of all that frightens us, do we often call for our mothers? One could deduce that perhaps it is due to the womb being our first place of memory for some, and for others a distant dream in the subconscious. Either way, this warm, dark, peace is our first experience of existence prior to birth across the board. We hear our mother’s heartbeat from within, alone in the dark. We are fed from her placenta through our umbilical cords. She literally gives us life. It makes sense to call for our creator when we feel threatened. However, the meaning of the word, “mother,” is far more complex than simply a female that has a child. Sometimes a birth mother passes, or they find themselves unable to care for a child who must be given to a close relative or perhaps adopted out. There are even some without a formal family. Nevertheless, most people will claim to have at least one motherly figure in their lives. How is this so if a mother is limited to the woman who gave birth to you? It isn’t. “Mother,” is not just a noun; it is also a verb. A mother is more than a woman who has given birth to or adopted a child, she is also a lifelong support system, protector, and guide to the world for anyone whom she chooses to mother.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Families
