humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Mama's words
Lockdown made it hard to see Mama every day like I had been at the beginning of the pandemic. She had only been in the nursing home a few months before the pandemic hit, I was a construction worker, and the workload went up for us because there were less people on the roads and in buildings. Mama insisted on being put in the home saying she didn't want me taking care of her and working full time. Mama and I still talked on the phone everyday, we were growing closer then we had ever been before. She seemed to have a new story everyday about her youth and times with my dad, I would just listen.
By Nicolas Moore6 years ago in Families
The Working Mom
When 2021 started as a newly single mom, one of my top priorities was to provide for my son. In this new life chapter, little love has taught me to be purposeful, diligent, and superwoman. Honestly, I have never thought that being a mom could be so beautiful and a 24-hour full-time job. My mother, grandma, sister are mama’s. Now I am a mama being able to experience their lives as the mommy who is in charge of cleaning, laundry, cooking, working, having late meals, taking late showers, and caring for your child. Every time I used to see them do all this stuff, I would tell them to take little breaks. Now, I am the mommy doing all at once in the house and learning to be everything, and maintaining good health.
By Yeny Ferreras6 years ago in Families
His Loss, Her Gain
The meals weren’t much. Enough to get by, but that’s about all there was. Dinner, lit by a nearby streetlight through the window, contained your basic needs to survive. Bills glared in hunger scratching our wallets as each passing day came up dry. Maybe this is what was meant to be. Much like how a home was designed for warmth and protection. But nothing protected us from what happened. Not even a home was a home anymore, but rather, a place once lived.
By Amey Coleman6 years ago in Families
The Bounce
Claude was thirteen. He walked down an empty two lane road, avoiding puddles so that the rain water wouldn't get to his feet, through virtually disintegrated shoes, his only means of transportation. He accompanied his older sister and his mother, on the way back to their very humble home from the local store, on Washington state's rural Kitsap Peninsula. It was summer, 1945.
By Jonathan Warren6 years ago in Families
2005 And Me Chapter One: From South Jersey To The Covenant House
Image provided by Wikipedia The year 2004 wasn’t kind to me to say the least. It was a far cry from where I was a year prior in 2003. I had graduated high school and it seemed great things were on the horizon. What a difference a year makes. My mother and I got evicted from our apartment in the Bronx, NY. Late rent and high bill payments took their toll so we were forced to leave. Our neighbor was nice enough to let my mother and I stay there for a while.
By Sakoli Norman 6 years ago in Families
Fear of Knowing Who You Are
If I got shanked for every time I heard the statement "your family are the ones you're born with" I would be dead...and I would rather be...because that's bull-crap. If we were to get into the semantics of family, then yes, they are your blood relatives. But looking at it from a different perspective, they are supposed to be there to support you, accept you for who you are, raise you to be a professional human being, and provide you with the basic necessities for survival. So in context, the idea of family is not always related to who you're stuck with.
By Maideline Sanchez6 years ago in Families
Home is Where the HEART Is
Home! Home is where the HEART is, of course that is what they always say. “Where is my heart and where is my home?” I think to myself. Through the years you move, you locate to where the jobs are, where you think the best schools are, where you can find yourself. Maybe you're moving to something or maybe you're moving away from something. Let me tell you about my home. I live in a small town in East Texas. Since my husband passed away and my grown children have move out on their own, I bought a house right next door to my sister. I live in the town I grew up in where I have many friends and many connections. I guess you would say that I have been home in many places.
By Stephanie Osteen6 years ago in Families
On My Mind
I hated that I had to struggle so much. I hated that my body always seemed to be against me. Like when I was constantly sick as a kid, like how my parents rarely had health insurance with good coverage, like how even after I got my tonsils removed, I still got sick all the time.
By Caitlyn Curry6 years ago in Families
Small Town Love
The year is 2003. I am a high school senior in a small town. I’m probably wearing LEI’s and white Airforce 1s. I am popular and involved in my high school. Life is good. Each year my school gives a “Senior Gift.” For one group it was a set of encyclopedias. Another graduating class donated beautiful flags from all over the world as décor for the school.
By Kendra Bingham6 years ago in Families
