humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Glove
2015 ‘Just here please, on the corner. Thanks.’ Barbara thrust a £20 pound note at the driver as he pulled into the curb. ‘Keep the change.’ Bending to scoop up her canvas shoulder-bag from the floor, her eye was caught by a flash of vermillion under the front seat. On impulse she stuffed the item into her jacket pocket, before exiting the taxi. She glanced at the clock above the station entrance opposite. She was just going to make it. A biting March easterly swept off the Tyne, snaking through the streets, snatching at the hats and scarves of people hurrying between imposing neoclassical structures. Buses queued at obstinate traffic lights. She inhaled their fumes mixed with drifting odours of stale cooking oil from nearby take-aways.
By Agathos Daimon4 years ago in Families
When gods fall. (Pt. 1)
Her addiction was a slow burn. It was like setting a napkin on fire and adding it to dry pinewood. The flame starts small, then spreads across the logs until it eventually consumes the stack of wood. Small items burn quickly, but the bigger pieces of timber resist the blaze. At first.
By Richard Moore4 years ago in Families
It’s just a rough week
This week has been tough. My daughter has decided that naps are the worst thing in the world. But then she gets overtired and super fussy and cranky, and her cortisol levels are way too high, so she refuses naps even more. It’s a vicious cycle that my husband and I are desperately trying to break, because this week was supposed to be focused on getting her to sleep independently. Well, independent sleep can’t exactly happen when sleep isn’t happening.
By Hannah York 4 years ago in Families
When The Lights Go Out. Top Story - December 2022.
I see you, mama. Your unwashed hair tied loosely in a chaotic bun. Dark circles and bags ringed beneath your tired eyes, the energy you reserved for your appearance repurposed to surviving till nap time. Your sweatpants and loose t-shirt still bear yesterday's stains, maybe even the days' before that. Even now, the laundry shoots its accusing glare as it continues to pile, unwashed, unfolded. You never imagined it could be this hard, this exhausting, this monotonous.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Families
Fox News Can I Have My Parents Back Now Please?. Top Story - December 2022.
Author's preface: This is a repost of an article I published on an alternate yet eerily similar web publishing platform way back in 2017. It includes an addendum I later made to it in response to my own serious concerns about the way my parents were portrayed. I am republishing this now along with a companion post that is linked here because I think that together the two articles make for a compelling story. One (this one) a lighthearted and humorous tale that I ended up very much regretting, and the other, which describes why I felt that way and what I tried to do about it.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Families
10 Traditions That Brighten the Festive Season
10 Traditions That Brighten the Festive Season Different nations and civilizations mark the holiday season in unique ways. Some people place religious traditions at the heart of the celebrations. Others simply like spending time with family, sharing a wonderful dinner, and catching up with those who are far away. For many people all across the world, this is also a tradition in and of itself. Throughout the holidays, Christmas songs have long been a tradition in shopping malls. The romantic at heart strategically hangs mistletoe in these locations. Holiday cards are sent and received with thought. On Christmas morning, kids expect to find presents that have been wrapped and cookie crumbs. Some of the more unusual customs that are observed during the most delightful season of the year are included in this list.
By Paul Smith4 years ago in Families
Fox News Can I Have My Parents Back Now Please?
Author's preface: This is a repost of an article I published on an alternate yet eerily similar web publishing platform way back in 2017. It includes an addendum I later made to it in response to my own serious concerns about the way my parents were portrayed. I am republishing this now along with a companion post that is linked here because I think that together the two articles make for a compelling story. One (this one) a lighthearted and humorous tale that I ended up very much regretting, and the other, which describes why I felt that way and what I tried to do about it. Incidentally I already wrote and submitted this story to Vocal about a month ago. It has languished in "awaiting review" purgatory ever since. I finally got tired of waiting and am re-submitting to a different community or whatever dumb thing they call them.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Families
