humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Don't judge a book by its cover
The Trail of Tears was over, but never will be forgotten. In the outskirts of a small town in Virginia what used to be all their ancestral lands lived a small band of Nottoway Native people of the Turtle Clan. Most of their people living or visiting close to Tennessee and North Carolina borders had been stolen by the soldiers and volunteers representing a power that had become insatiable in its desire for land, not caring which Native tribes that crossed their paths they were forcibly relocating any that could stand in the way of that desire. Many of the royal family, the keepers of the healing stream were forced on such a journey, but they knew one day their descendant’s hearts would bring them back home to Virginia, but they would need a path to follow. So they willed their souls to the trees and the stones along the trail as their bodies lay down to unite back with Mother Earth. A trail that still bears their name to this day, awaiting their children’s return. And if you listen closely to the wind and the shifting of the stones on that trail you will hear their story.
By Maria Hernandez6 years ago in Families
Embers Instead of Christmas Lights
The Melvin & the Chipmunks tape was playing while my two brothers, sister, and I ran around the living room with our favorite hen (yes a real chicken inside) named Hanna watching over us like a chaperone.
By S.C. Clark6 years ago in Families
Eternal Source
Eight-year-old Anselm was returning from El Mercado del pueblo when his mother called out to him, “mijo, go wash up and get ready for dinner; I made your favorite, sopa de hueso."
By Miriam Munoz6 years ago in Families
Grist to the Mill
Today was the kickoff for NCAA basketball of which I'm a huge fan. At 900 am, I was able to turn on my Roku and stream live college hoops until 830 pm, when I left to walk my dogs this evening. It was glorious. As this is the Eve of Thanksgiving, I feel obligated to note that I'm grateful to work in a shop whose owner decided to close for the whole week, giving me the opportunity to watch some of the games, while, of course, attending to family needs and Thanksgiving preparations. Although, even as I write this, I'm avoiding culinary duties.
By Caleb Baker6 years ago in Families
Someday, Maybe
The wind was skirting about the edges of the village. Flirting with the wild. Calling the moon down. It was a quiet place, on the boundaries of nowhere, but soon the walls of this simple nothing would be home to a great magic.
By Whim Grace6 years ago in Families
The Black Notebook
Wearily he looked up at the clock. It was barely mid afternoon and the day seemed to stretch endlessly before him. He wished Miriam were home. Unfortunately she was travelling; visiting her parents out of state.
By J R6 years ago in Families
Unspoken
I am the last to dig through the half-filled boxes stacked along the wall of the crowded room. The familiar varnished bedroom set has yellowed and the wooden drawers groan after opening and closing thousands of times. Wake. Dress. Undress. Rest. Repeat. The hours between wake and rest were filled with responsibilities, joy, tears, love, fear, regret. This repetition defined her last sixty-six years of marriage and mothering and defined who she was to each of us; but each of our definitions were very different.
By Lori Harper6 years ago in Families
Finding Treasures in my Preteen Journal
While dictating and typing my journal into a Word document, I am discovering interesting themes in my preteen life. I see linguistic features of a preteen, emotional ups and downs, and how my family showed love toward me.
By Eileen Davis6 years ago in Families
A Lesson Learned is a Lesson Earned
Marvin had everything. Marvin was young. Marvin was rich. Marvin was famous, yet Marvin was unhappy… “You mean bastard! How could you choose a business meeting over your own daughter!” Katherine yells at Marvin.
By C.M.6 years ago in Families
An Ancient Inheritance
It had been two days and fourteen hours since his last meal. “Whatever you are thinking right now, stop it. We are almost there.”
By Bemshima Awua-Imande6 years ago in Families
Truth In The Secret
Do we actually have the power to change our lives by simply manifesting our hopes and dreams? So many different cultures and people do believe that this is true. That if you simply focus enough on your wants and desires that they will come to you. So many books are written about this, so many Gurus’ and Life Coaches speak of it. Through meditations and practicing conscious mindfulness a person can actually manifest their lives. One of the most popular books that discuss this idea in detail is The Secret. Can a person really ask the universe for something and have it handed to them on a silver platter? This is the question so many people ask themselves? We ask this because so many of us are sceptics, you see just as there are so many believers of the concepts that are written in The Secret there are also so many other ideas in life that exist as well. Ideas such as "We cannot control our fate" or "Your destiny is already written in the stars and you are just riding the wave" These are very popular ways of thinking as well.
By Natalie-Anne6 years ago in Families
People in my Life
Most of what I write about are my memories and sometimes just my thoughts in general. So far it has been very uplifting and I am proud to say that my stories have been read over four hundred times so that’s something. This story probably should have come first, but Kevin Trost had been urging me to write for years so naturally I made him my first project. Trost was such a likable person and I have been writing about him for a while, so I chose to go the easy way. I've written about others that I care deeply for and still live on in my heart. More are to be written. This next person had almost the most influence on my life as a whole. This is my tribute to my dad, Big Jim Carr.
By James S. Carr6 years ago in Families