humanity
Humanity begins at home.
I Am Aunt Meghan
It was around 2014, things got very stressful for me. My family and I recently moved from an apartment to a house. My sister just met a guy(before he became my brother-in-law) since she moved in after her college graduation. I have completed and just passed those chaotic classes that drained me. I was worried that if I didn't pass my semester after I failed a midterm exam from that brutal class I ever had in my life. I had to take many appointments from speech therapy to help my language disorder to have better communication and expression in the future. I also had been prepared to do my final year at my second college. There are even more stressful classes before my graduation. Until one day, it was a big surprise out of nowhere. My sister just texted me. I am going to be an aunt (SHE’S PREGNANT!) I was speechless, shocked, and confused. I was so nervous if I wasn't gonna be a good aunt because of my mental health struggles. I'm also prepared as best as I can before the baby is born- suddenly, it's a girl. I was looking forward to having my first niece. When I was watching my sister getting an ultrasound the first time, I couldn't stop looking at my unborn niece, moving around, from the screen of a sonogram. When I was listening to my niece’s heartbeat, it was breathtaking. My family and I tried to get prepared for changing diapers, setting up the strollers, the playsets, finding lovely clothes, finding the right toys for my niece, and finding many ways to help her learn and grow.
By Meghan LeVaughn 5 years ago in Families
NO LONGER A CHILD
"Words are said. Some would believe, that words are gone. For me, words live on and on." Author Unknown (paraphrased) While in Junior High School, the slam tablets were passed around the classrooms. In case you aren't familiar with the slam tablets, let me give you a brief summary. Inside the handwriting tablet, there was a person's name that would be written at the top of a sheet of paper. Flipping through the handwriting tablet, each sheet would have a different student's name. Then, students would write anonymous remarks about that person.
By Babs Iverson5 years ago in Families
Welcome to Adulthood
I was bored, so bored, homework done for the day, chores checked off, library books devoured. Bored was a bad word in our home, so I kept it to myself, wandering upstairs to bore myself in new surroundings. Em, my brother’s girlfriend, found me at the kitchen table 10 minutes later, eating my boredom away. “I am going to go fill out job applications, do you wanna come?” She hates going places alone.
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Families
Hidden in the Trees
I was leaving home because the options didn’t seem to include staying in a toxic relationship with my mother. Things had been so bad for a while after they were so good. “The calm before the storm” I guess, and if you ask me to pinpoint the change, it would be so quiet to my senses that even a point seems large in comparison. Arguments started, hitting, and yelling and blaming. I couldn’t allow myself to be treated this way even if to some my reactions would seem disrespectful. She said, while we were sliding down a dirt road after the coats of snow and ice took over “why don’t you let me blame you and apologize later?”. Apologies shouldn’t be used in the manner Plan B can be used for those who know what they did was risky but are trying to make sure they do not have to be responsible for the consequences. What kind of heart is in an apology you planned to make later so you can choose the lower road in the moment?
By Jessica Powers 5 years ago in Families
Where Am I
Hello, how are you? I am a middle-aged African-American woman with a super-power, successful vision. We all have a story, a purpose, and a mission. Some might say "what does your story do for us?" Does it entertain us? Does it inform us? Does it support us? Does it inspire us?
By Kimberlyn Griffin5 years ago in Families
I'll Be Zorro, Thanks
At 11, I was going to be Zorro when I grew up, and I was serious about it. There had been a distinct setback to that dream when I had to get glasses (how do you wear a mask with glasses?) but I had rallied and decided I could wear them over it.
By Lydia Stewart5 years ago in Families
Little cat
I watched my friend in the same position I was in- flat on the couch waiting for a spark of inspiration, or at least a spark of something. An hour, maybe two had passed since we last discussed what should we do today. Mom had already said no to taking the car, which meant the bus would be our only option.
By Peyton Eisler5 years ago in Families
