humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Book of Little Wishes
The Book of Little Wishes by Arabez D Smith 'Helloooo!' I call out, dropping my overnight bag at the bottom of the stairs, and kicking off my sneakers by the door.
By Arabez D Smith6 years ago in Families
Now and Then
Doris overheated a cup of leftover coffee in her rush to get to the nine-o-six on time. It would be a long ride into the city and she did not like running for a train. Running was the folly of youth. A folly she had long ago used up. Now as she sat in the tightness of a window seat on the train, working hard not to make eye contact with the commuters across from her, she felt the slight graininess of the coffee burn on the roof of her mouth. She ran her tongue over the spot that was sore, did it again and again, and reminded herself that she was the reason for this slight pain. She reminded herself that this small incident was a mere memory, not a catastrophe waiting to happen.
By Janice Maves6 years ago in Families
The Disabled Miracle
Sitting in the valet area of the hospital on a cold morning, I began pondering on the events of this past six months that led up to this day. Starting with the night my wife and I were awaken by the cry of my eight year old son, Bryant. We jumped out of bed and rushed to find him fallen in the hallway.
By Terrin Stafford6 years ago in Families
The Rabbit Hole
After reassuring her best friend, Creek, that she was fine and would call him later with an update, Merlot closed the door and went back to the dining room table. She picked up Dr. De Funk’s business card. “Miss Crenshaw.” De Funk answered the call after only three rings. Merlot’s throat was dry. She was nervous and a little scared. “Doctor…”, she started. “Call me Herman. Please. ” De Funk insisted.
By Afro Purgatory 6 years ago in Families
Ticker and Sticks
“I’ve come into some money,” my mother said. She carried on slicing onions on the kitchen counter without looking up at me.
By Andrew Lane6 years ago in Families
Listen
For listening is the act of entering the skin of the other and wearing it for a time as if it were our own. Listening is the gateway to understanding.
By Toni Compton6 years ago in Families
What happened in Mr.Nywambie's house?
Mr. Nywambie is dead Mr. Nywambie is dead. In a house that is in the city of Barcelona lives an old man, so old called Nywambie. That man has diabetes.
By Sandra Bongjoh6 years ago in Families
Twenty Thousand Blessings
TWENTY THOUSAND BLESSINGS As soon as the bell rang, Calvin dashed out of the classroom. Today at lunch, one of the Johnson brothers accused him of looking at his girlfriend. They had threatened him.
By Yvonne Weems6 years ago in Families
Mom and Dad and the Camera
On a chilly spring day in 1955, my family drives to West Point to watch the cadets march. My sisters talk excitedly as we travel from Hastings-on-Hudson. I sit between them on the back seat.
By Caroni Lombard6 years ago in Families
SOAR-R-R-R
AND THAT VERY day it rained. No, not the fine cold drizzle common for this time of year in late November, with the air chilled to a crisp and a mist so fine you can wave your hand through it and not feel wet. Today’s rain was different, and Bryan was aware of it the instant he cracked his eyes and squinted at the curtains. It was an all-out downpour moving swiftly, and strong. Big angry raindrops pushed by wind, splashed on rooftops, pavement, cars; slamming hard like pebbles against Bryan’s windowpanes as he lay listening to its noise. He knew today was going to be messy.
By Jyme Pride6 years ago in Families
Rainbows
The forest swallowed her up like a gulp of lemonade. It was a summer day, and her mouth felt the parch, but the taste of the day ahead filled her to the brim with dreams of reckless adventure and dauntless imagination that only exist for a mere season known as the age of thirteen. Ambition drove her to the hills, crunching through fallen leaves and feeling whimsical next to the hidden gems in the babbling wooded brook. Anything could happen here if she wanted it to, and anything could not happen here, too. She followed her normal dirt path and put her childish dreams on play as she passed the third line of trees and followed her heart into the wilderness’ abyss.
By Alyssa Victoria6 years ago in Families
Strangers
The table wobbled as Julia sat down, placing the large, beige ceramic mug on the table. Smoke from her latte drifted into the air, catching a ray of sun peeking through the coffee shop’s window. On a typical Tuesday, this would have made for the perfect Instagram photo. But today Julia was distracted.
By Rob Totaro6 years ago in Families