humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Strength in His Tears
My father is a strong person. He’s also layered, interesting, and a little complex. I’ve known him for thirty-two short years, and have been in awe of his person the entire time. To write about him would result in volumes of work: his upbringing, his life in Chicago, and the many trials and tribulations he has faced. I’d love to tell the entire world how Ronnie David became the person he is today. His ability to express himself, however, is my most favorite subject.
Veronica WilliamsPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesChanging the World Starts in Our Homes
How does someone destroy you so thoroughly and boldly and not care about the disaster left? When you are raising your children, teach them morals, values, and worth. Teach them to be respectable, caring, and loving. Teach them to respect themselves and others. Teach them about our world and the fact that they need to be concerned about bringing happy energy and help to others with no expectations.
Sherrie PoguePublished 6 years ago in FamiliesLife and Family
Have you ever felt completely overwhelmed, like you can’t finish one simple task a day, or that you are rushing last minute to turn everything in? If so, you may be experiencing the excruciating task of balancing life and chores. As moms, dads, students, and humans in general, we pack on a lot and take on more than we can possibly manage at one given time. So why is it that we keep doing it, why is it that we keep adding more to the list, or why do we say “yes” to more than we can possibly do?
Kathleen CruzPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesNon-Profit Organization
I have an idea for a non-profit, which is to establish a non-profit as well as shelter, dedicated to helping people escape abusive families, as well as get on or off disability. This non-profit would serve people who have disabilities in my community but not have an attitude about it like Momentum for Mental Health or NAMI. Such non-profits have an “uppity” air about them as if your disability matters way too much. I need to staff my non-profit with staffers who understand my mission is to serve disabled people. The non-profit would need to compile resources such as staff, as well as a shelter location.
Iria Vasquez-PaezPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesAn Open Letter to Racists
Hey guys, My husband is the most forgiving, understanding, accepting person on this Earth. And as the saying goes "opposites attract" so the next person that threatens my husband or my family will understand exactly what that means.
Diary of a Working Housewife
Wednesday July 25, 2018 9:30 AM: As I scroll through my daily feed of social media I can't help but feel a bit confused 😕... What has happened to raising children with family values, empathy, gratitude, and selflessness? What has happened to the adults? Are human beings evolving into ungrateful, self-centered, unfeeling, attention-seeking, drug-using robots? From drawing on thicker eyebrows to plumping lips with a suction device... individuals become copies of what they see on a screen. Being different and unique becomes weird. What used to be frowned upon becomes accepted. And in the end, we wonder: what is happening to the world today?
Azaris MoralesPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesWhy Do We Leave Mementos?
My high-school-age son had an old Casio keyboard. It was handed down to him by his grandmother when he was small. He composed some of his first tunes on it. He played sing-along songs for his little sister. He sang to me, accompanied by that little electronic piano. When our family home was foreclosed, my son took his keyboard deep into our woods, propped it against a tree, and left it there. It was the day all of us became briefly homeless. No other place else could be called home by any of us, for a long time after that.
Sarah TerraPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesIf I Am What I Eat...
Along the hardwood floor, pitter patter. My small, barefoot, childish feet take me to the kitchen. The house I have come to know, not my own but similar. I stand in the kitchen, behind the screen of a sliding door. My gaze is set across the lawn and through the slatted fence to my own home. A house, much like the other ones in my somewhat grand but cookie-cutter-esque neighborhood. It is pale olive green and it is encircled by trimmed hedges and seasonal Home Depot flowers. The rope swing that I so loved swayed gently, its red disc seat spinning slowly in spring's gusts. I thought of being on the swing, how I always kept my feet out to push off the towering tree, being frightened every time I twirled, losing sight of the trunk. Waiting for its hard bark to hit me in the back or scratch my elbow. It was a captivating thing, I thought, staring into your own yard, seeing how a passerby might view your life and all that surrounds it.
ella caiseyPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesWhy Being Childfree Is Better
Recently, I read this book, Selfish, Shallow, and Self Absorbed, on sixteen writers—male and female—on their decision not to have kids. These writers are mainly middle-aged to old, but if anything, this work only enforced my own feelings I already had on the idea of being a mother.
Jules PoucherPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesBreastfeeding in Public: So. Taboo.
Taboo you say? The debate on whether public breastfeeding should be a big deal or not has been an argument for who knows how long.
My Sacred Place
Now a barren land, with no life; once was a prospering road filled with the laughter and joy of kids playing all together. It’s now a skeleton road and neighborhood, no young life out and about running and riding their bikes down the street. The older family, like my great grandmother although their spirits young and full of life, their bodies aren’t so young, and can’t necessarily take long and extensive walks because their limbs can’t carry that type of pressure as often anymore.
Kamaria ImaniPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesNot Your Typical Love Story
The year was 2014. I had just started my first job at Wendy’s, you were my manager, always smiling, making me laugh. You were taken at the time, but I’d always wondered what could be. Two years later, you let me go. The reason was understood, and though I was sad, I knew it was for the best.
Kayla MartinPublished 6 years ago in Families