humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Buying Extra Time
Caw. Caw. Caw. Oh, Gerald, I thought to myself. Gerald was a crow who had decided to take up residence outside my bedroom window for the last ten years of my life. He also just so happened to be an early riser. I glanced over at my alarm clock, only to see that it was only three-thirty in the morning. Groaning, I sat up and walked over to the window putting most of my body weight under it to get the old thing moving. As the window slid up the track it made a terrible whining noise and I cringed, listening for movement elsewhere in the house. Once I knew I hadn’t disturbed anyone’s slumber, I returned my attention to Gerald.
By C. L. Henderson6 years ago in Families
Taking out the Trash
This year we have heard the word essential more than any other time in my life. Essential goods and services, essential employees, essentials to buy, essential vitamins and so many people going without the bare essentials to lead a healthy and productive life.
By Karen Diane6 years ago in Families
Death, Ducks and Peyote Rainbows
by Ginger Casebeer It all started this morning when Derek pushed a woman in front of a moving cab. Accidentally, of course. He was looking for the coffee shop, she was looking in her black book, and he knocked her off the sidewalk. A few hours later, the woman, Sara, was in the hospital with a broken leg and a concussion, and Derek was filling in as personal assistant for Darla Johnson, one of New York's most famous eccentrics, for the day.
By Ginger Worthington Casebeer6 years ago in Families
The Businessman Who Helped To Mend Children's Broken Hearts
Sitting watching Tom Hank’s Big in the 1980’s, a young Timur Tillyaev dreamt of living a life of excitement in America. But growing up in a small two-bedroom apartment in Soviet Uzbekistan made his goal seem very far away.
By Zoe Nauman6 years ago in Families
Golden Wedding Anniversary
Golden Wedding Anniversary My parents had been married for nearly fifty years. I had done nothing for their 25th wedding anniversary, nor their 30th, or their 40th. It was insensitive of me. I am a very bad daughter. And my mother was not going to let me get away with it again. She called me a few weeks before her Golden Wedding Anniversary and told me that needed to talk. I went to see her and took her to lunch at Luby’s to see what was up.
By Gayle Michaels6 years ago in Families









