humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Thing About Cancer...
The thing about cancer is that everyone believes they understand it until it finds someone they love. Before my mother became ill, cancer was something I had only heard about through fundraisers, awareness campaigns, and stories on the evening news. I knew it was devastating. I knew people died from it every day. I knew families gathered around hospital beds and prayed for miracles. Like most people, I believed I understood the weight of the word.
By Megan Janousek4 months ago in Families
Grief
"It's okay to have your sad days, just don't live in them." I had an Auntie Jo memory pop up today. The timing of this memory was too fitting and perfect. I wanted to share it.
By Chloe Unfiltered4 months ago in Families
The Tortoise on the Sixth Floor
My mother’s name is Margaret. She is ninety years old. She lives alone in a red-brick walk-up in Queens, on the sixth floor.
By Jin4 months ago in Families
Not Quite There II
I. The engineer—the one with iron in his head—never read Lao Tzu. He was a man of blueprints, not poetry. Of steel beams, not parables. His mother taught him to be honest, to keep his word, to build things that stood. That was his scripture.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Families
Not Quite There
I. There was a world. In it, the sky was a man—the kind of man who believed what his mother taught him. That a man's word is his bond. That honesty is its own reward. That if you build things well, with clean hands and a straight back, the world will treat you the same.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Families
The One Parenting Style That Builds Unbreakable Girls
Diana Baumrind, a developmental psychologist at the University of California, Berkeley, spent a decade tracking over a hundred families. Her conclusion still sits in every parenting textbook: the children who grow up confident, independent, and resilient are not the products of authoritarian “spare the rod” households, nor of permissive “anything goes” ones. They come from what she called the authoritative style.
By Jin4 months ago in Families
Nothing as it was before
Just the other day I cried to my mom because while I have spend the last 3 weeks visiting home, I realized how selfish I have become and how I like it that way. I mean its easy to be selfish when you live in a studio apartment by yourself, in a different city nonetheless. I am away from everyone by choice, in a self proclaimed decision of building a new life in a new place. My calendar is stacked with plans, dreams and a job I love, everything is moving so fast. Its like I am running on a balance beam knowing, I am bound to overthink a step and fall flat on my face one of these days.
By Rilee Arey4 months ago in Families
Why Mother’s Day Can Be Painful — And Why That’s Okay. Content Warning.
Mother’s Day. Two simple words that carry an entire universe of emotions. For some women, this day is filled with warmth, handmade cards, breakfast in bed, and loving hugs from children. For many others, it arrives like a quiet storm — bringing waves of sadness, anxiety, grief, resentment, emptiness, guilt, or even emotional numbness.
By Noor Kids Academy4 months ago in Families
The Fourth Of July Celebration
My granddaughters twelfth birthday is on the second of July. They will usually have fireworks on her birthday. She is most excited about the shopping trip to the city with her mom on the third.
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Families
The Hidden Strength of Ordinary Moments: Why Small Daily Choices Shape Our Future. AI-Generated.
Life often feels like a race toward big achievements, yet the truth is that the foundation of our future is built quietly in the ordinary moments we rarely notice. The way we greet a neighbor, the patience we show in traffic, the decision to cook a meal instead of ordering fast food, all of these small actions accumulate into the story of who we are becoming. It is easy to underestimate them because they do not carry the drama of milestones, but they are the invisible threads weaving the fabric of our lives.
By MUSTAFA GAMING4 months ago in Families
If I Were a Dad....
This past Sunday was Father's Day, a holiday that I no longer partake in. I grew up in a toxic and abusive household. Both of my parents, whom I've been estranged from for nearly 15 years, didn't treat me with love and respect. My father was the most abusive towards me out of the two. He would yell and be physical towards me on a regular basis. I feared him every single day. If I did something he didn't like, he would question it, belittle me, and use other insults. Just being myself would easily annoy him. Since being estranged from my parents, I'm in a much happier and peaceful place. I've never shared a picture of my father on social media, because he traumatized me so much that he wasn't worth praising or acknowledging. In this story, I'll share some hypothetical scenarios that I would do if I had a son. For context, I'm in my mid-30s, single, gay, and never had any children. Would I be open to have kids in the future? If the right man comes along and his child or children and his previous spouse are okay with me being in the picture, then yes, I would be open to that. As long as there's no drama attached to it, I'm fine with it. I strongly prefer to find a man who doesn't have children, but he has a kid and is impressed with me, I would okay with it.
By Mark Wesley Pritchard 4 months ago in Families
The Wisdom That Comes with Age
When I was young, success seemed straightforward. It was measured by achievement, ambition and progress. Success meant obtaining qualifications, finding a good job, earning more money and steadily climbing whatever ladder happened to be in front of you. Society reinforced these ideas at every stage of life. Schools measured success through examination results. Employers measured it through promotions and salary increases. Friends and neighbours often measured it through houses, cars and visible signs of prosperity.
By Alan Spencer4 months ago in Families