humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Family of Flowers
My grandmother knocks on the door of a property she owned in the early 1970’s in Fontana, California. When the tenant opens the door my grandmother says, “I am sorry, but we do not sell drugs in this house” as she hands them an eviction letter:
By Aimee McMullen5 years ago in Families
Dreaming Forever More
The Wild Child A mother with four children. A woman of art and jazz, soul and music in the midst of a dream to be. Of dreams and aspirations. Living in the moment. Stealing the spotlight with her charm and aristocrat poetry, and saxophone solos. She stood apart. Having met a piano player in her younger years, my mother was immersed in the lounge scene. Retro music revived the hippy culture of the Kootenay Mountian oasis. Just with her and the members of her band. Collusion, they wanted to be a revolution of stride.
By Opal A Roszell5 years ago in Families
Mother Knight
Our mothers are everything to us. They are a loving presence, a shine of encouragement, and a hero we can all look up to. They are our very own knights in shining armor, whom we look up to and take after. But there's one disconcerting flaw that we all hate about our mothers: they don't live forever.
By Grace Danaher5 years ago in Families
Great Women Raise Great Women Who Raise Great Women
I am 14 years old and my mother walks into my room after coming home from work. As soon I see the door whip open I instantly recall all the chores she asked me to do before she got home and check them off in my head that they are done; my room is clean, homework done, bathroom clean, no dishes in the sink, meat is out the freezer and I am reading a book. She should be very happy when she sees me. But she doesn't look happy...she looks like she is about to chew me up and spit me out alive and tell me to do everything all over again. Dang, what did I forget?
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Families
Embedded quotient of a Boss
Hard to imagine at this age, in my mothers shoes; I would have six children and married for over a decade. Truthfully I struggle with establishing my own foundation so the comparison is far fetched. I know marriage is a partnership overall, however the distribution of responsibilities shared between a man a woman usually are by far two extremes. Women definitely came a long way and many feminist claim there’s still a journey to conquer among our opposite species. I’m all for women empowerment and independence, I just know that there are things that a man can do that I can’t and many times just refuse. The placement on these responsibilities I believe are discovered during the agreement of the union between two parties. This in no way makes the value of the responsibilities superior to any specifics by sex. I believe the value of responsibility is equal and total individual preferences accordingly. Brief Background on my parents who are now both senior citizens (early sixties). Her four year senior, my father met my mom when she was eighteen. At this age my mother became pregnant and refusing to have a child out of wedlock my parents wed. The pregnancy prevented my mother from completing high school and from that time for the next decade they would produce six children; two boys and four girls. On the fifth pregnancy my mom would have twins which she believed could never happen. As a twin also my mother was informed by doctors that she wouldn’t be able to twins herself. One can only imagine the shock of the news of twins when you already have a full household to feed and add two more mouths. Being one of the twins which made us the youngest of her children, we were often told by siblings that we had it easy and that we were spoiled. I just like to think by her fifth pregnancy she had enough practice to know what would make her job easier. I can’t speak on the mother that my siblings experienced. I can only share my personal experience shared with my mom individually. Even the experiences and relationship between my twin and I as individuals with our mother are truthfully on two different spectrum. I remember my twin stating that my mom showed me favoritism. I do not agree and frankly know it was the exact opposite. I can remembering asking my mother why did she show my twin favoritism and she said because she did not feel I needed the attention. There is no resentment because of this, I do believe my twin was more of an attention seeker early on. My twin also knew what tools she could utilize for this attention at all times. I’ve always described myself and laid back and down to earth, and many friends would often express how my twin and I were night and day. Meaning there’s no way my mother would be able to treat night and day equally. This makes total sense to me and I can’t object to anything. My mother is so loving and selfless I often tell her she is the exact definition of faith. She is the most faithful person I know and definitely a positive motivating force in my life.
By Elyce Israel5 years ago in Families
Helen's Quilt
My mother-in-law Helen holds a strong connection with family dear to her heart. She has three siblings and its very important to her that her children are close with their aunties, uncles and cousins. To celebrate this connection and to commemorate Helen’s 60th birthday, I coordinated the family to sew squares for a quilt. It was 2020 and we were in lockdown due to the Covid-19 pandemic, so it was good for us all to have a project to keep us busy. We worked together on a really special project which had a big impact on everyone involved.
By Katy Stuff5 years ago in Families
Pillars of a Boss Mom
Where is my sucker? This is an essential question for me, a toddler when my sucker was missing. I was digging in the trash for my sucker, on a mission, singularly focused until I could find it. I was not thinking about being fearful or fearless, dirty or germy, just thinking about my sucker and not thinking about the picture, just thinking about the sucker. Then, finally, after my mother snapped a picture of my first dumpster dive, I got it; I ate it. She didn't scold me; she captured the precious moment in time.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Families
Black&White
The two most important jobs or roles in this world are that of a mother and of a father. How more important could teaching and protecting another life until their able to do so on their own? There is nothing that matters more than a human beings ability to thrive and carry out their divine purpose.
By Natasha ryan5 years ago in Families
