humanity
Humanity begins at home.
4 Reasons Why Opening Your Home Will Connect Communities.. Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge.
We don't give out our house keys anymore. Growing up, we never locked our house. In fact, my house was Grand Central Station with beds. Every day another person would be joining us for dinner or spending the night just because.
By willow j. ross5 years ago in Families
A lady's manual for her man's wellbeing (Ladies Guide!!!)
When was the last time your better half had a test? Assuming that you can't recollect that, you're unquestionably not the only one. Raise a visit to the specialist, and you rapidly discover that most men would prefer to assist you with looking for pants than set foot in a MD's office.
By John Viany5 years ago in Families
Learning about the Country Life of Relatives Taught Me How Rich and Blessed They Are
Visiting Our “Poor” Relatives I remember as a child when we used to go with our parents to visit our relatives way up in the mountains. We lived in Puerto Rico and our relatives lived in Las Piedras about 2000 feet above sea level. They were a family of seven children and the parents-nine all living under the same roof. Their living quarters comprised three open-plan shacks. The first one was the living room. It had a 13" black-and-white TV on a small side table and a ripped-up couch. They divided the second one into two bedrooms. One with four full-size beds and the other with one queen-size bed. The third shack was the dining room and kitchen. Then there was an outhouse. Also, they bathed in the river or gathered water in buckets and brought it to the house to bathe in an outdoor area enclosed with zinc panels.
By Debbie's Reflection5 years ago in Families
The Woman
I'd have to say my dad was my first hero and even though he died when I was 14, I still think about him when I have decisions to make. My dad was a good man in many ways, but one of the occasions I remembered really made an impact on how I wanted to be like him.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Families
Motherhood
On Sunday evenings the mice in my garden shiver. I never knew that animals could have such an acute sense of schedule, shivering because every Sunday the white barn owl feasts. She swoops from tree to tree, gliding mere meters from the ground before diving in amongst waves of grass and reemerging with one of their kin. Sometimes I sit and watch her, asking myself if I would give up my life for hers. The power of flight, the cunning of a killer, the freedom to eat, sleep and soar. I look at my hands grasping a lukewarm cup of coffee, a half-smoked cigarette and returning my gaze to the sky notice that the owl has decided my barren land has nothing to offer. Mice that do dwell here sigh in relief and continue with their daily activities. My ears are bitten with a January breeze as I shiver, deciding to abandon the other half of my cigarette in exchange for warmth. The house is quiet, save the clock ticking obnoxiously at me, I can hear the walls shrink and expand with each of my breaths. My cage, interrupting my thoughts, she screams, the source of my entrapment- waking up as the birds go to sleep. I must feed her. Her cries pierce my ears as I lift her to my chest to console her. Speaking in this ridiculous voice and smiling without my eyes. It does not help. She can feel me. Why can't I feel her? She refuses her bottle and so I sit rocking back and forth with my child by my cheek. Although I've just escaped from the cold, all that will soothe her is the evening air, and so I wrap both of us up for a walk.
By Sophie Odira-Hansing5 years ago in Families
The Women on the Hill
“A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you. Let your reluctant tears fall. Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle. You will be changed. The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.”~ Jeanette Leblanc
By Kelly Maurica5 years ago in Families
When I Parent Dies and Grief Doesn't Arrive
I read a wonderful article by Payal Aggarwal today about the tragic loss of her father, and it got me thinking about my own Dad and the loss of parents in general. My story is a very different one to Payal’s and it’s one of mainly confusion as opposed to grief.
By Shelly Freeman5 years ago in Families
In 2022, I'm Giving Myself More of These Things
I love making New Year’s resolutions. I am great at starting things, reinventing myself, going all-in on the new me. But middles? Not so much. By February 1, I’ve usually failed, been hard on myself and forgotten all about my resolution. The last few years, I haven’t even shared my goals because I didn’t want to admit to anyone but myself how little I did to try to achieve them.
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Families
