humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Home-Wrecker
I guess it's kind of exciting when your lady love decides to be polyamorous. There's new influences, new elements, mind blowing orgasms...you miss who she used to be but you are so proud of the confident rose she is blossoming into while being showered with this great abundance of attention and adoration.
Aurora RaynePublished 3 years ago in WanderYes, I was born 4 times.
It is said that the place where you are born is where you make your first memories, well in my case, and although it is strange, I have been born 4 times. I have probably not reached maturity in my life, I mean I'm still young, well, at least that is what my heart feels.
Luider VasquezPublished 3 years ago in WanderLessons In Belonging
Next year I will have officially lived in the 1000 Islands region of Ontario for fifteen years. If you’re wondering why this is important, it’s because it will mean that I’ll have lived here longer than anywhere else. Ever.
Amy PierrsonPublished 3 years ago in WanderWhat We Found in the Flood
In 2013, there was a flood in my city. I remember my walk at lunch that day; I thought at the time that the river was singing a strange song – or was that only something I said to myself later, after what happened?
Shelly McElroyPublished 3 years ago in WanderHome Sweet Home
OCEAN CITY, NJ/“THE ISLAND” What is the meaning of “hometown” and where is it? Hometown is defined in a plethora of ways by languages, perspectives, feelings, security, self expression, culture etc. People of various cultural and religious backgrounds create their reality of home through personal meaning. For me, culture and spirituality mixed with highlights of inner rebellion have influenced what and how I perceive my hometown or a place I call home. What I became adapted to see and hear influenced my internal forces of what I was inclined to value, perceive myself as micro and macro cosmically, my relationship with others, the environment, and what to hold on to as “special.” This personal process is referred to in past tense due to the peeling away of onion illusions of my perception. As one layer dissolved, my eyesight burned away the facade of seemingly social oppression and sharpened my internal senses to know that my mind is the place I call home.
Drive Thru Town
The town I live in is the town I was born in, and I’m 22. I always grasp at the idea that one day I’ll get out, one day i'll move to Oregon, to Seattle, to Iceland, to someone not here. But whenever I picture myself anywhere it's always Atlanta.
Emily BoatrightPublished 3 years ago in WanderFirst time experiencing a Category 5 Hurricane
Hurricane Michael… Time’s Up Back in 2018 on October 10th I was living in Panama City, Florida. I expected to get up and go to work as usual. Instead, I got up to the work phone ringing. Since it was a work day, I figured I might had better answer it, so I did. It was my boss saying to call my appointments and tell them I wouldn’t make it and then to get out of the city. Before I could even ask why, he informed me that a hurricane was coming and was set to hit the city head on.
Timothy A RowlandPublished 3 years ago in WanderCape Hatteras
It is ironic that, as I cross over the Alligator River about noontime, I happen to be reading a chapter from the journal of Herbert Hutchinson Brimley entitled: “Cape Hatteras in Storm and Shine.” I glance away from the page for a moment to assess the outside conditions-rainy, windy, a scene that had a certain dismal look to it, and I conclude that Mr. Brimley probably had more experience with the former attributes discussed rather than the latter regarding this particular chapter. After a quick dip in a surprisingly docile ocean, the rain begins to fall as I make my way to dinner.
Tim HearnePublished 3 years ago in Wander- Top Story - February 2021
Message in a Bottle
Off to the left, Nick Sawyer could see remnants of the long abandoned railway, its rusted metal trusses glittering in the mid-morning sun. Over the years those old bridges had been turned into walking trails or fishing piers, some missing a span or two and all in varying stages of neglect and disrepair. As he passed he could see the weathered fishermen casting their lines, shiny lures sparkling in the air before splashing down and disappearing beneath the crystal blue water.
Memories
I grew up in the South. I was usually isolated from neighbors and friends. One particular place cannot describe my home. We moved all over Arkansas and sometimes went back to the same places multiple times. My parent's divorced during my early childhood. Both parents were either drug addicts or alcoholics. They found their comfort in those idols or in other people.
Neci EppinettePublished 3 years ago in WanderMy first visit to a tiny lake in the State of Great Lakes
My husband often mentions how my memory works. He says I keep the memory of the last two weeks and forget everything that happened before. What he means is, I forget the details of the events. I agree with him, oftentimes I only remember the feeling of an event. Was it joyful? Was it frightening? Hurtful perhaps? And everything else remains a blur. This works fantastic for him because he has a great memory and in cases of fights, he can argue mentioning accurate facts, where I memorize only how I felt.
Homayra AdibaPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe City of Peace & Reconciliation
Home to one of the most celebrated women in Dark Ages Britain. The single most concentrated attack on a British city in the Second World War.