humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Nanay
Nanay walked into her bedroom and her palm went straight to her forehead. Classic facepalm. It has become the scene of a crime, and she knew exactly who the culprits were: EJ, Aica (my childhood nickname), Erika, Inah, Eiane, Luis, Ken, Lia, and Li-Anne. The premise of the story took place in Talavera, Nueva Ecija, a small town in the Philippines. Snow was never an occurrence, but on that day, winter came to her room. Baby powder exploded all over the hardwood floors, getting in between the creases. Her favorite scarf was left unfolded, scattered on her trampled bed. She kept things tidy and organized, being the principal of an elementary school.
By Jessica Ann5 years ago in Families
Found (by) Family: The Grafted Family Tree
Dear Mima and Mãe Tete, You’re the unexpected branches grafted into my family tree. Or maybe I’m the new one in yours. Either way, what's true is that even though we didn't start out as family, we ended up there. We don’t need DNA tests or marriage certificates to prove these bonds. Geneticists and genealogists may disagree, but in my mind, we’re forever family.
By WordSmithtress5 years ago in Families
The Absence Of Love In The World
Back in moma’s day, there was so much love. Everybody could eat at each other’s house. Everybody knew each other’s family. If a fight broke out, you would fight and make up in a few minutes time. Children respected their parents, they knew not to be in grown folk’s conversation and the “look”, meaning if moma gave u a certain look, you knew to get somewhere and sit down, meant something.
By Nerissha Hunt5 years ago in Families
Moms Sacrifice
I was born one of seven children, the second oldest child, in the 1940s to William and Dorothy Mae Smallwood. William was a long-haul truck driver and Dorothy was a homemaker. From the age of three I can remember my father beating and abusing mother in from of me and my siblings.
By Sandra L. Stockton5 years ago in Families
Four Women, Many Lessons
My mothers come in all shapes and sizes, from my birth mother with her beautiful brown eyes and endlessly comforting hugs to my grandmother, long and lean with arthritis ridden hands that still lovingly perform tasks around the house. I am lucky enough to have had a mother, a stepmother, both of my grandmothers, and all four of my great grandmothers in my life. Women hold a special place in my family because they are the backbone, the pillars of support which all the rest of us lean on when life becomes too difficult. It would be impossible to try to describe or explain all of the lessons that my various mothers have taught me throughout my life, but that won’t stop me from trying. And before I begin, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me and always standing behind and beside me. I wouldn’t have made it here if it weren’t for you, all of you.
By Kaleesia Neverson5 years ago in Families
'Sewing' Traditions
Start writing...My grandmother was born in 1905. She was one of 12 children. She learned to sew through necessity. At the age of 12, grandma was given her own pair of scissors. She was expected to take extra care of those scissors. They would cut apart untold amounts of used clothing. They would be used to create a new dress or a warm winter quilt. Grandma sewed and quilted for almost 80 years.
By Lonnie Troutwine 5 years ago in Families
My Passion is the Past
My passion has always been the past, the "good ol' days"—and writing. Why not combine the two and monetize it? How? Well, I suspect there are many people, like me, who desire the same products they grew up with. Why, just the other day I ordered a 'Chutes and Ladders' game for my grandchild, and discovered I wasn't the only one looking for the original edition! And just the week before, a friend and I were sighing over the mousse hair product we were forced to purchase, lamenting: "Don't you wish we could find the good ol' 'Dippity-Do' we used to use? Recently a male friend was frustrated because he had a craving for the Root Beer Barrel candies he enjoyed as a child; but he couldn't find them anywhere. My idea is to create a website where people of all ages can share old memories and: "Do you remember?" moments. To monetize it, advertisers would target retro items brought to mind from the nostalgic postings; such as retro-series original edition games, beauty products, clothing, candy and food items, pet supplies—and more!
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Families
Yearning for Motherhood
I am not a mother in the physical. That’s what I say sometimes when people ask. It’s not that I am not a mother, because I am. I am a mother in the Spirit, I am a mother emotionally, and I am a mother to a pet. I am a godmother to two beautiful girls, I am a mother to my friends, the mom figure of the group, I am a mom to the young LGBTQIA community around me, to the house-less people I used to work with, and sometimes to my own mom. None of those get mother’s day cards though. Every year that holiday rolls around I call my own mother and then spend the day crying. I am a mother. I just don’t have the child yet.
By Acasia Tucker5 years ago in Families
