humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Cross Dresser
Crossing on the ferry from Oban to Craignure I can see it, a swirling sea mist lifting from the lower fells, licking its way up the rugged, rose-pink granite face of Ben More mountain where it hangs like a shroud till noon. I grew up on the Isle of Mull, restricted in my youth, punished to live on one side of the island while the rest of human life lived on the other. Ours was the only farm on the western shoreline. On the east side, white cottages with chocolate box thatched roofs littered the fells inside a checker board of dry stone walls.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Families
The Smiling Clam Meets the Tiny Finger
My father always had an incredible sense of humor. None of us were sure how he developed this as his own parents were a somber pair and had the outward appearance of those people that you see in 19th century photographs staring out as though they see the guillotine about to come down on their necks. Somehow he was able to overcome this limitation and develop his own wry view of the world which never ceased to surprise.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Families
Zig Zag # 10
Family. When most people see or hear that word, they think of their family of origin. The family hand of cards they were dealt. The family they were assigned without being consulted. That kind of family can be a slippery slope to navigate even in the best of circumstances.
By Kathleen Majorsky5 years ago in Families
Oh My Olga's Goodies
Years ago, I was at a friend’s house visiting her grandmother during winter break from college. At that time, after dinner, she served us a homemade chocolate cake. Not for anything, but this was the best chocolate cake I had ever tasted. Her grandmother refused to give us the recipe. It was not for lack of trying; we begged her often throughout the week we were there.
By Silvia C Corella5 years ago in Families
