humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Love Promised in a Little Black Notebook
My mother told me a story once. I thought it was just a story anyways…. Once upon a time, there was a young woman that went by the name Patricia. Born in a poor little Irish family, Patricia longed for the beautiful things in life.
By Alexandria Hypatia6 years ago in Families
The measure of a life
When Mrs. Bedrosian died, she left Sophie her cat. Sophie wasn’t entirely sure if it was a gift or a punishment. They had not been especially close, although Sophie had always been friendly to her in the hallways, and on the stoop. She always tried to be a nice neighbor.
By Olivia Newman6 years ago in Families
Deja vu
Ok google… what is reincarnation? “Here is the definition of reincarnation, the rebirth of a soul in a new body.” Interesting. That was the only word that caught my attention during my teacher's hour lecture. Thankfully my mom walked in and told her she could go home early. I believe she saw the agony in my face.
By Adrienne Prophet6 years ago in Families
The raw and real about a clean house
There was an anonymous post today from a mom saying how she needed “pictures of this moment” of what people’s houses looked like to help her fight her depression and anxiety. She was stressing over having a super clean house all the time.
By Ashley Thorn6 years ago in Families
Not waving, But drowning.
I feel like I've hit yet another painfully present rough patch. The walls are closing in and the haze of daily indifference is sucking the air out of the room. The lack of any other meaningful adult interactions is laying those needs directly and weightily on my partners shoulders. For all his many attributes, a natural flair for interaction isn't on of them. Combine that lack of fulfilment with the what seems like unending bad night sleeps, recurring nightmares and a constant sense of the unknown and I am beyond a hot mess right now. I am a slow building mass of over pressured anger and stress which I can feel creeping closer to the moment of utter explosion. One I can only imagine, based on the small but frequent eruptions of late, will be catatonic.
By Cassandra Carter6 years ago in Families
The Wells Ravine Time Machine
Six months after my dad died, Mr. Wells made an announcement to the town council: he planned to sell his ravine for $15,000 to a man who wanted to create a reservoir. This posed a problem, because I was still looking for the time machine in the tunnels that led off from the ravine. My best friend Freddie and I made a pact: we would stop the dam, if we couldn’t find the time machine first.
By S.E. Hartz6 years ago in Families
Stories from My Father
It was a desperately hot day. The sun brutally beat down on the men’s already sweaty backs. You can see the thin material sticking to their sun burnt skin that looks orange now under the bright golden orb. Beads of sweat glisten on their arms as they raise their hoes to loosen the sandy soil.
By Cindy Chen6 years ago in Families
Sincerely, Amelia
Dear little black notebook today is march 13th just two days after I got you. Do you ever think about why all the bad stuff happens to someone? Or maybe why you are lucky enough to only have the good? why. Why is it possible to have the worst day of your entire existence but then you stumble (trip over in my case) something so amazing it just makes you totally forget how terrible that day really is. Well I had a day like that. It was the day I got you the notebook I'm writing in right now, it all started on Monday which is without a doubt the worst day of the entire week.
By Sarah Riggs6 years ago in Families
The Little Things in Life
LITTLE BLACK BOOK This all started on one early Saturday spring morning, I was riding 4 wheelers with my 9 year old son. Cruising through the woods I hear a faint call “Dad!”, I turned to see my son standing next to his bike with the chain hanging down. I turn around to go back to him, after fixing the chain, he jumped back on the bike and took off. I stood there with my heart in my stomach watching him take off, as I look down I see in the thick of the brush just off the trail, I see this black rectangular looking object. Curiosity got the better of me, so I pushed myself through the brush and sticker bushes to see what had caught my eye. Once reaching this object I had realized it was little leather black book with combination lock on the strap, a picture of what seemed to be a shield and sword on the cover, this book seemed like it was a hundred years old. (How this survived the weather I will never know.) Later that evening I examined the book, worked on the lock, about 2 hours past, the locked finally opened. Inside this book was something that would change my life, I was very skeptical while reading the contents of this though, There was writing on the first page only, the rest of the book was blank. The writing said,
By joseph Dumonchelle6 years ago in Families
