love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
A Labor of Love
I have always needed a creative outlet. Ever since I was a child, coloring outside the lines, and creating new ones has been the thing I use to get me past the stress of everyday living. I never seem to stick to the same medium, but I usually work with a medium until I get bored, and then when I move to the next thing, I do that for a while. After a while I come back around.
By Valarie M Lewis5 years ago in Humans
A Valentine Story
The process began with a conversation. We wanted to adopt but didn’t have a roadmap. Twenty-five years ago gay adoption was more a dream than a reality. Closet doors had to be opened, a facilitator with even the barest experience in gay adoption needed to be found and a birthmother willing to trust we’d make good parents needed to appear. It was daunting. There was hurdle after hurdle to jump over. The process stretched into a long road with little light at the end of the tunnel. Heartache was a constant companion on our journey until one day after having almost given up luck stepped in.
By Lee Melahn5 years ago in Humans
The Reason Your Partner’s Little Bad Habits Drive You Crazy
I’m sure you’ve had a roommate who was a slob and made a mess of your kitchen. Or maybe your mom or dad played the TV too loud. You wanted them to cut out these habits. Maybe you even brought it up once or twice, but nothing changed. So you just tolerated it.
By Aditi Balaji5 years ago in Humans
Return of the Diorama
I’ve always been envious of artists. Real artists. Those who excel at a set medium and seem to create form, and blend colour with ease. A crafty person, but not “artistic” in any classic sense, I used to wish I could make something worthy of display. Instead, hot glue guns and sharp paper cutters have always drawn my fancy. I remember making dioramas in grade school. That was my medium. Tiny details coming together to create a scene. The ‘Anne of Green Gables’ farmhouse I made in honour of L.M. Mongomery’s work was complete with tiny, layered shingles on a tiny roof, which dyed my fingertips green for days.
By C.D. Hoyle5 years ago in Humans
A Speech from a prince to his people concerning his relationship with love.
There was amusement and excitement in the kingdom where the prince resided, one may ask what was the cause . It was love they said ; " The prince is looking for love." There were chants, praises, celebrations and preparation for an occasion that was yet to happen. During this time and period the prince had a lot of observations , he decided to give a speech. Calling all of his kingdom to attendance , he begins his speech ;
By Gbogboade Aro-adeyemo5 years ago in Humans
Long term relationships are like biceps — they need continuous exercise
I’ve been in a relationship for ten years now. My partner and I met in college and instantly hit it off. Our story was pretty fairytale-ish. We were “just friends” for a year, passed notes in class, stayed up late nights texting each other, and ended up kissing at a bus stop one evening. We made it official and told our friends. Which was followed by a lot of teasing for me, and a deadly threat for him from my high school BFF who did the whole “Don’t ever hurt her or else…”.
By Aditi Balaji5 years ago in Humans
Deep in the sky
How can people sink into the sky? This is a story belonging to the last century. During the war years, the sky was filled with endless smoke, and it was never blue again. A teenager looked up at the gray sky, and determined to become a light that broke the sky, making a modest contribution to the country. Due to malnutrition and poor physical condition, he entered the military academy after many efforts, where he worked hard to improve himself and finally poured out a road stretching to the sky with sweat and tears. He became a pilot.
By Roselnegati11905 years ago in Humans
