Most recently published stories in Humans.
It's How I Grew Up.
The way of the world has gotten controversial and confusing, with too many trigger words and too much bias. I know in my mind and in my heart that it’s a way of turning the world towards a much better light, having many truths of many different peoples winding their ways to the forefronts, causing some to open their mind to other truths as the old norms slowly fade.
It surprised everyone in my hometown when my eighth-grade football coach and PE teacher, the always affable James "Coach" O'Malley, took early retirement and opened a bookstore.
How to Improve the Health of Your Relationship
The image source is Pexels. Even the best of relationships struggle at times. Regardless of if you are just starting out in a new relationship or you have been married for decades, it is important to be dedicated to preserving the connection that you share with that special someone in your life. Here are five ways that you can improve the health of your relationship.
Sadness. It’s wrapped around me like a cloak. I can’t shake it off. Every time I try and do something that may better my mood, the cloak pulls me down, drowning me. Days. It’s been days since I managed to get off the couch. The TV isn’t on. My phone died a week ago. The charger is on the desk. Maybe I should go get it. Meh. Who would want to talk to me anyway. My stomach growls in angry protest. It wants food, but my mind isn’t hungry. Maybe some water and crackers. That’s easy. No cooking or thought really. I pull myself off the couch and shuffle to the kitchen. It’s dark in here, but I don’t want lights. I can’t bear the brightness they throw at me. I can find my way in the darkness. It’s my best companion these days.
Where Does It Hurt?
No one is asking, because you were the one who would’ve, eventually, if anyone was going to at all. But I’ll tell you anyway.
I am always the girl that stays quiet, secretly afraid. But I’m sick of pretending and keeping up this charade. People don’t know me, they just like to assume.
If the end is you, it's okay to be a little late
Because of overtime, Lucy always has to catch the last subway. This day, Lucy followed up a long project smashed, in the evening, she dragged her tired body on the last train lost in thought and looked at the carriage.
Blue Was Our Color
The sky was blue that day. Blue like the world was full of happiness and grace. Until the call came to tell me that one of my very best friends on the planet died. He died.
The Art of Paper Hearts
It takes a combination of perfection, patience, matching corners, and running fingernails along neatly folded paper edges to create a work of origami. The repetition is soothing, the same movements over and over until the pattern is burned into my brain and my fingers perform the task on command. I practice valley folds, mountain folds, and square folds until they are perfect. By the time the sun sets, I am surrounded by a multitude of butterflies, foxes, frogs, and cranes. Nowadays, I find myself only occasionally reaching for my almost rusted scissors in a desperate attempt to salvage a mangled paper square.
Bead by Bead
Jewelry, every color, every metal, was on my dresser. I would literally purchase jewelry from everywhere, Paparazzi, Avon, you name it. Hello, my name is Regina and I was addicted to jewelry. Well, sort of still am, just a little. So, it didn’t help that I learned to make my own. My jewelry-making started out as a hobby during a depression phase in my life. It was a mechanism of focusing on something that I could actually control. It was my means of meditating and winding down, not worrying about my troubles, as I was meticulous with the placing of each and every bead. But somehow it became a passion, because I would come up with a design just by looking at beads in the store. Like, those beads and accents can go with that, and vice versa. I would literally spend hours in the bead aisle at Hobby Lobby or Joann’s trying to pair up beads. The crazy thing was I just wanted to make it, not wear it. I find serenity and am in a place of focus when I grab the beading thread, take my scissors, and cut it preparing to bring the design in my head to fruition. I am in a state of Zen, as I turn off the phone, the TV, focusing on the creation at hand. No distractions for me, I am in the process of creating something unique that popped up in my head. Added happiness came when these creations became gifts for others, who were amazed and deeply appreciative. But I never imagined that the fruits of my hobby could turn into something much bigger. My designs were one of a kind, and those who were recipients of my jewelry knew they were getting an original design hand-made with concentration and love. That is when Ver’Evie Jewelry emerged as an idea. A multitude of hand-designed jewelry sets were created through my passion, not being worn, but just created. Why not start a business from my passion? Why not give all women a chance to own a one-of-a-kind design? This hobby grew out of something dark but allowed me to create beautiful things. This hobby was started by just watching a YouTube video. There was a bout of nervousness in pursuing this venture, but when you are given a gift, you must use it. Figuring out what to name my business was a process, going to my dad for suggestions. Then he suggested naming it after my mom. But there were two amazing women who made a great impact in my life. These women in their own way were one-of-a-kind. Ver’Evie Jewelry was named using part of my mother and grandmother’s first names. They were a big part of who I am today and wanted to honor them in some way. I can’t sew like my grandmother; she would always let me try my hand at it. I cannot bake cakes like my mother could, but I was always there next to her trying to learn. Their talents and gifts touched others, made them smile. Those are the memories that sparked Ver’Evie Jewelry. Beautiful, unique creations designed and put together by hand. Although, Ver’Evie Jewelry is just starting out and is small, my designs are my passion. Sometimes I look at what I made and redo them, so they are perfect. I am in amazement sometimes that I actually made some of those designs, no plan, no sketchbook, just my imagination. Being given a gift to make something is not always about profit, but something that could possibly brighten someone’s day, make them feel beautiful.
I don't know what to say sometimes. Words do not describe the depth of feeling that I understand when I think about you. My memories are convoluted and maybe, I am confused. But I wear many faces and adapt to the complexity that you showed me. Your intuition is uncanny: I did not realise until you presented me with looming death.
Love is Strange
Love is strange. I mean, how does one define love? There are so many different types, different meanings, different human interactions. Love can be defined as a philia, a deep friendship. The type where two or more people can have intimate, meaningful conversations but there is absolutely no physical attraction. Love can be familiar, totally selfless and unconditional. It means giving of yourself without any expectation of receiving back. There is a type of love called agape, meaning to put someone else’s needs ahead of your own. There is eros, a physical need which can be demonstrated through holding hands, kissing and in many more intimate ways.