humanity
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Break The Chains
A car pulls up to the curve and a man gets out. Briefcase in hand, he walks toward the double doors where he reads a sign above him that says, “Break the Chains”. Upon entering, he is greeted by a receptionist. He introduces himself as Bill Cole, a stress and mental health counselor. The receptionist escorts him to Mrs. Booker’s office, the supervisor of the school. Mrs. Booker rises to shake his hand. “It’s been a while Mr. Cole.” “Yes, it has, Mrs. Booker.” “I see you’re still dedicating yourself to these kids.” “Crazy, right?” “No, Mr. Cole, I wouldn't say that. I say it’s love, a genuine love.” “And that it is.” He gives Mrs. Booker a hug. “Bill, this may be your toughest challenge. You are dealing with five kids that have nothing in common. Bill, I mean nothing.” After they go over a few procedures, she takes him to his room.
By Larry Wright5 years ago in Families
A Tribute to Hank, the Cowdog
I was a dumb homeschooler. Firstly, I began on accident, since our family was in a remote third-world village. Our oldest, Travis, was six years old and should have been starting first-grade. On returning stateside, he could read, add, and subtract. Our secondborn, Kate, was learning her letters and numbers. I thought, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
By Lisa Bartow5 years ago in Families
Thirteen Going on Six
I never got to experience the trepidation and excitement of waiting for lines to show up on a urine stick with her. I didn't go through all those months of carefully watching everything that went into my body to ensure her optimal growth and health. I didn't feel her very first flutters of movement, nor did I get to hold her close to my chest as she drew her first breaths. We were never truly 'one', but still, she is mine and I will love, nurture and defend her to my dying breath.
By Analise Dionn5 years ago in Families
514 S. 6th Street, #3. Top Story - November 2021.
“I like Jean’s version best,” said Uncle Jimmie. Aunt Jean had a gift for telling stories. They may have been filled with embellishments to brighten them up or exaggerated so the heroes became superhuman. I remember when she told us the story of Aunt Anne, who was being bullied every day by a slightly older girl. On the way to school, that girl would steal Aunt Anne’s lunch. My aunt would cry and go hungry. Then one day, she figured out how to stop this bully once and for all.
By Nancy Nason Guss5 years ago in Families
Ginkgo
The ginkgo, with its delicate fan-shaped leaves, has always seemed to me a little exotic to be growing alongside everyday maples and oaks. I suppose it’s because I knew ginkgo as a healer years before I saw my first tree. Ginkgo biloba is a stalwart in traditional medicine, often recommended for mood disorders, memory problems, and inflammation. Healers, in plain sight. Magnificent.
By Catherine Kenwell5 years ago in Families
Giving Down
I don’t know how I got to this place. I guess you could say it took a lifetime. A lifetime. A lifetime of pain, tears, oh so many tears. Tears that ran from rivers of sadness from as far back as I can remember. The old engine sputters as I contemplate this place, this dark and lonely place. Pictures of my beautiful girls line the dashboard as my pen shakes against this page. I’m going to miss them. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just blend with the nothing that doesn’t exist anymore. Their youthful faces glow and smiling eyes caught in a glimpse of innocence and naivety. They don’t know what’s to come. They have no idea. If they only knew how hard this world can be on the innocent. It’s like everything around us is designed to sniff out the good, the hopeful, the genuine and corrupt it. Pollute it. Defile and degrade it. To bring it to its knees and finish it with the cold blade of unfettered guilt.
By Michael Nash5 years ago in Families
Journal Entry
Well, it is Easter Sunday morning when I was young this was a time of great excitement in our home. Mom would be up cooking breakfast the smell of bacon and eggs would be heavy in the air. She would fuss at us to get ready to go to church. We giggled with excitement as we rushed to put on our new clothes. We had spent the night decorating our Easter baskets with artificial flowers and greenery. The Easter egg hunt after morning service was one of the special events of year. The two of us were ruthless as we elbowed other children to get the eggs. Sometimes mom had to pull us aside and remind us we were pretty little girls not boys and to stop what we were doing.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer5 years ago in Families
Little box, big surprise.
The sand is so cold at night, I can feel it through my bare feet. I went out for a walk, very close to the place where I work and live, in the distance I could see two strange figures, which seemed to be doing something. I putted my shoes on and approached stealthily since it is rare to see something like this at this time, on the edge of the beach. The shadows disappeared into the darkness of the night, leaving something on the ground, apparently not buried enough in the sand. I waited for them to leave the place before approaching, I could feel the fear that people had, they shouted at each other as they buried that thing that seemed to be a small box.
By Luciana Moreno5 years ago in Families
Excommunication of the Self...
Originally written by Olivia Petrus. Oct. 7th, 2007. I stared out the car window at the green open fields enveloped in the early Sunday morning light. The car moved slowly up and down the hilly road that led us past the Illinois countryside. I noticed the birds soaring freely in the blue skies and watched the cows graze, while the horses galloped in and out of the stereotypical barns littered across that Middle-of-Nowhere Town.
By Unlisted&Twisted!5 years ago in Families
A VERY ANGRY WOMAN
Attending fifth grade in St. Stephens Catholic School was fun with my new friend I made, Terrance, he was in my class and after school we would have fun doing things together. We always were trying to stay out of trouble on a daily basis. Sometimes we would go to my house that was a few blocks away from the school or his house located directly across the street from the school and the church to play after school. We would go to my house a lot more often because of all my friends on my street. We had more than enough kids to play a pickup baseball game. We would play in empty parking lots after the company employees went home from work for the day. There were no baseball diamonds in the neighborhood, the ones that did exist and we could use were too far away for all of us to walk too. So, we had to settle for pickup games in empty parking lots or empty fields. We had to make the best of what was available.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Families
School Shots
I remember that day, it was always an exciting but also a little scary. We had to awake early and eat breakfast; really only time other than Saturday and Sunday my mom would cook a big breakfast. Those were my younger days when I sported an afro and ma duke would put that sulfur 8 in my hair and pick it out real clean and nice. Then put he Vaseline all over me because I had that bad dry skin (what I know now as eczema). It was me, my mom, and my sister(my pops was in the U.S. Army so he was not there at the time). We would get on the city bus for a trip I enjoyed but my sister hated. I would look out the window and play a game that was really simple. Don‘t know the name of it but I do know we would name a color and as we looked out the window, if that color car came by then that car would be ours (In our imagination). I always picked red back then because most corvettes, camaros, and chevelles were red. It seemed like a forever ride to me but we were just going downtown; in which the city bus route might have been 30 minutes at the most. Once we got to the bus terminal downtown we would walk another ten minutes to the clinic which was right in front of the hospital.
By Johnne C Moore5 years ago in Families
Corey Chambers SoCal Home Real Estate Newsletter November 2021
The month of November brings about an extra opportunity to say Thank You for being a valuable part of our business. As most begin to prepare for the Holiday season, plan Thanksgiving get-togethers and the like, it’s easy to become wrapped up in all that we have to do to ensure a fun, joyful time for all we are responsible for — while overlooking all that we have to be thankful for. Gratitude, though, is a contagious attitude! | VIDEO
By Corey Chambers5 years ago in Families
