humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Acts of Love
“You forget your key, hon?” There it was: the first thing Nancy ever said to me. That evening, I came home from work to discover that I had locked myself out of the apartment. Nancy, who lived next door and often sat on the porch we shared, looked on in quiet anticipation as I rummaged through my backpack in search of the key.
By Ivana Danilovic5 years ago in Families
Herbal Remedies May Not Be the Cure for the Common Cold,
There’s more than prunes, oatmeal and canned tomatoes in your grandmother’s cupboard. Grandmothers really do know best when it comes to alleviating coughs, sniffles, teary eyes and headaches caused by the notorious common cold.
By muskan shakya5 years ago in Families
Steve
My wife’s brother Steve lives in a scenic mountain town where people go on vacation. It’s a world-renowned destination for adventurous souls. People work their whole lives to be able to live there. Steve lives there. He’s part of a close-knit community mostly separate from the tourists who visit. He also has schizophrenia, but he’s on the miracle drug.
By Dave Titus5 years ago in Families
To Pastors, Public Speakers, and Teachers
To the hometown heroes, our pastors, public speakers, teachers, and those who voice their opinions. Empiricism is a great way to learn and sometimes vital to survival, but you’ve taught me that the people who teach leave a lasting impact on society. Everyone’s perspective of the world is different but you’ve shown me that the brightest people learn from other people’s mistakes.
By Caitlin Crawford5 years ago in Families
Sometimes Sad Comes Out Mad
Everything seemed so quiet and lonely in the woods on that chilly day. Being a porcupine was challenging on any given day, but it was especially difficult in the doldrums of winter. Everyone was so standoffish, rude even. Made him so mad!!! This day, however, things took an unexpected, welcomed turn.
By Grammy Sami5 years ago in Families
Picasso's Owl
We arrived at Main Street Storage Complex on the first Saturday of June, ready to pick up the pieces of my father’s life. My mother walked confidently into the front office, my sister Lara and I trailing behind. Though an electronic doorbell cut through the quiet morning to signal our entry, the hulking man behind the desk did not look up from his computer screen. He feigned concentration in his work, but the reflection in his glasses betrayed him: I could see as we approached that he was playing solitaire. Long term storage was the perfect industry for a man who prefers to be left alone, I thought.
By Sophia Miller5 years ago in Families
Our Beautiful Pea-Green Boat. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
As I climbed the stairs I could hear the familiar, warbling soar of a bow against string. The notes never slurred when he whittled a tune from the time-worn belly of his violin. They held their spirit, lucent and clean like polished glass.
By Rebecca Kahler5 years ago in Families
My Big Little Brother
There is something special about the bond between big sisters and little brothers. As a big sister myself, I know it’s something that can’t be matched by anything else in the world. The sound of laughter, as your little brother sits in your lap while clutching the steering wheel, giggling and screaming as he slowly maneuvers the car around the empty parking lot. The smile that creeps onto your face as you hear his gentle snoring, realizing he has fallen asleep in your arms during his favorite Disney movie. The shared feeling of pride as you both stand in front of the bathroom mirror in awe of his handsome appearance for picture day, having secretly combed through his hair with Dad’s styling gel. The rush of excitement as you both sneak a spoonful of raw cookie dough from the bowl while Mom’s not looking. Simply knowing that the two of you will be best friends for your entire lives, is a feeling I wouldn’t trade for the world.
By Hailey Mills5 years ago in Families
hush little baby happy meals
It’s a waiting game I play. I wait for my brother and sister to give up on our battle of guess the object and fall asleep, I wait to see the lights shut off from the crack under the door so I know mom’s gone to bed, and then I wait for dad’s car lights- and this is the trickiest part.
By Nightshift Lab5 years ago in Families
Open Letter to my Hero
You were my role model, my hero, and my Grandmother. You were there for us when our parents had to work. You were there for every local United Kennel Club tournament I was competing in. You were there for every basketball game and chorus concert. Thank you. Even when I knew you shouldn't have shown up. You still came to my Jr. & Sr. prom pictures, my Sr. Homecoming, and by the Grace of God you were able to make it to my Graduation. Thank you.
By Jessica Harris5 years ago in Families
Big City Meat
Becca trudged through the mud at her parent’s farm, hauling an enormous amount of pig feces in a rusty wagon. Every step made a stomach-churning squish that left her sucking her feet up from the ground. She nearly lost her rubber boots in the moist mud more than once.
By Melissa Tellier5 years ago in Families
