humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Three Summers Off The Grid
The concept and practice of Off Grid Living, has long been a fascination and a goal of mine. It remains very high on my list of dreams and goals to accomplish. The ability to live comfortably and sustainably, with or without money, with or without the infrastructure of modernity, is a skill set we would all benefit from learning about.
By Sarah St.Erth5 years ago in Journal
Deactivated
Lights, camera, action! I’m not talking about a day on set. It’s a day too attached to social media. The lights! The lights from notifications, the led light flashing, the glowing light from the screen that takes me to a place far from the real world. The camera! The camera that makes me more beautiful than I ever thought I could be; thank you to filters and angles. A picture must be posted daily or everyone will forget what I look like. The action! The constant action! What online action will occur today? Will I make my opinion heard? Will I troll a post? Who knows, the internet is at my fingertips.
By Tuesday Daily5 years ago in Journal
By the Light Of The Moon
Many years have passed since I’ve felt authentically like me, except when I’m writing, but not that long ago I remember a time when I felt incredibly capable, confident, and secure within my own skin. I felt as if anything life hurled at me, I could tackle and overcome with Ease and Grace. A few years have passed since then but lately, I’ve noticed my authentic self is coming back. I have to work at it but she’s still there. I think she’s waiting for me to discover her again.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA5 years ago in Journal
"Whenever it is, do it now!"
"Do it now" A sentence I have heard often, but it is true too. At the same time, when you can't do it now, whatever reasons that might be - financial, practical or no skills - you don't have to be sorry or have regrets if things doesn't work out.
By Agnes Laurens5 years ago in Journal
For The Love of Writing
FOR THE LOVE OF WRITING SERIES The writing industry can be an inviting field of work or a competitive world or both. Vocal has a diverse range of genres, writing styles, and writers. Some are fledgling, others have more experience while others have degrees in their field or journalism even. All of us share a love of the craft or art form, as you will. Let's look at the other values of the writing world. To break it down simply: writer, readers, and markets.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle5 years ago in Journal
Both I and My Husband are Now Writers and Authors
It's An Exciting Time For Both Of Us! I started writing on Vocal a good many years back; then I started writing on Medium too. I started as an unconfident writer, but the more I did it, the more progress I made, and I have carried on writing ever since.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Journal
Using My Blackness For Likeness
I haven't been able to write on Vocal for some time, and I'm noticing some things that are starting to rub me the wrong way. I'm only providing constructive criticism, and I refuse to hold back my thoughts and opinions about the platform. I am welcome to communicate with those in charge to improve black voices.
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Journal
Can a Story Save Your Life?. Top Story - November 2021.
Towards the end of the stage musical Hamilton, in a song following Aaron Burr's killing of the titular character, Aaron Burr expresses regret by saying that, "The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me."
By Littlewit Philips5 years ago in Journal
Closure
I woke up to a small beam of light shining through the curtains and onto my bed. I rolled over to avoid the light, only to open my eyes as I was awake. I stared at the high, blank, empty white ceiling and I began to feel uneasy. For once, I didn't hear the sound of Hamish cooking in the kitchen. I couldn't smell eggs being perfectly fried on the stove. Hamish would always cook eggs in the breakfast and leave at approximately nine in the morning, leaving me a perfect breakfast each time I woke up. He wasn't a lover, he was a friend. A best friend.
By Samantha Long5 years ago in Journal




