humanity
Humanity begins at home.
WEIRD DREAMS AS A YOUNG CHILD
WEIRD DREAMS (As a young child) I remember three dreams that I repeatedly had as a young child at the age of seven or eight. They were frustrating to me because I do not know why I had them. Maybe I did not have self-confidence as a youngster; these dreams continued to haunt me for a couple of years. Looking back now, they are kind of funny, but as a child, they were very disturbing to me at the time.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Families
Mother, Lover, and Worker
Before I start ranting here, I’d just like to say that I like being a mam. My kid can be a pain in the arse, but I am happy that I have him and love him unconditionally. That said, I think it should be OK to give out about your kid wrecking your buzz without feeling guilty. It’s not this perfect little bubble of joy.
By Caroline Egan5 years ago in Families
AT THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
Many years ago, in a neighborhood middle class working people full of good friendly neighbors with many children, there were many small family-owned stores on the main street, a beauty salon, convenience store, woman's hat store, soda fountain with ice cream store, Rudy's local saloon, and an electric motor repair store all just in one block. Some folks worked in factories, and some had their own businesses. Going east on that main street from our block was a bridge over railroad tracks, on the left-hand side was a gas station, and a Harley Davidson Motorcycle dealership and more small shops.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Families
She Travelled Around the World With Half Bound Feet
Meet my Nanna Tao (‘Tao Nai Nai’ in Mandarin or just ‘Nai Nai’ to me). This is my dad’s mum. My beautiful ‘Nai Nai’ was born in 1919 and left us in 2008 at 89 years old. We miss her greatly, but her impact is still felt.
By Lesley Tao5 years ago in Families
Ugly As a Mother
It all starts with that little test. You sit waiting eagerly in the bathroom for those two lines; that plus sign with the one line to follow; the electronic screen with the word pregnant. What follows is the overwhelming feeling of excitement, followed by anxiety, and maybe a tiny bit of fear. After the grand announcement, everyone has so much advice to offer you. Strangers in the grocery store will tell you to sleep while you can because new babies never sleep. Your family will tell you not to spoil the baby, set rules early, and they hope the baby turns out to be just like you so you can experience all the hell you put them through. Other mothers will bombard you with questions on your approach to parenting so they can turn their noses up and judge you.
By Michaela Gallien5 years ago in Families
A SUSPICIOUS MIND
The weather was getting colder, entering into early October in our quiet neighborhood. The leaves had changed colors. The brisk cool breezes were blowing. It was refreshing autumn time, with winter on its way. As kids, we played touch football in the street until the streetlights came on, then hurried home to not get in trouble with our parents. My friend Denny lived four houses down on the opposite side of the street. We would go to his house to play because of all of the trees we could climb in his backyard.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Families
Three little letters
25OCT2021; 1914, MON I moments ago submitted a completely different trifecta of open letters; and yet here we are again. There's gonna be a lot of typing and referring back to the pics of these letters, so again: Let's dive right into it; shall we?
By Nefarious Darrius5 years ago in Families
24th
“Thanks” said a lady with an airy smile. Darren snapped back into it. His eyes had been staring through 6 inches of solid concrete for however long he’d been thinking about whatever he’d been thinking about. He had hastily replied with a quiet “yes”, before he had time to understand what the woman had said. Darren was simply thankful that she was already more than halfway out the door and unable to hear him properly. He raised his hands to clasp them together and fiddle with his fingers, but he had yet again made the mistake of planting them on the counter. No matter how hard he scrubbed, nor for how long, it was always sticky. He peeled his skin carefully from the surface with the delicate care a surgeon would dedicate to a lengthy operation.
By Matthew Curtis5 years ago in Families
16th
The pizza looked like it was melting, not cooking. The cheese, that when frozen had looked at least remotely appetising, now looked like a bad special effect from a film from the 70’s. The mozzarella was slowly drooping over the side of the crust like a dying slug. But if you watch anything in the microwave for long enough you begin to question yourself. Darren was simply too hungry to care. It was close to 10:30 at night and his last meal was at 2. Since he’d arrived at his Dad’s place, he’d sustained himself only on water and a pint of coke from a bottle that had been squashed into the fridge door. The warped plastic had looked as flat and deflated as the coke tasted. Darren had searched high and low for something to eat. The egg box had been empty, the apples were bruised, the bread was hard and the butter was even harder.
By Matthew Curtis5 years ago in Families
