humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Mocking Tree
Keith was a demanding young man in control of all things in his life, especially his wife. Young was the couple when they first met. They grew up in the same small town in Connecticut as neighbors and family friends. All of Kelly’s people knew all of Keith’s people and vice versa. Generations of their families had come up together. Even as a young boy Keith liked to have things his way and he would do anything to win no matter how big or small the issue. It was always his way or the highway. That didn’t sit well with his father so Keith decided against going into the family business.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
Half Hearted
Roughly fifteen miles into the trip, heading towards the backside of Seattle, he said, “Take 509, it’ll be faster.” And maybe it was. I liked dropping down off the hill on the north end of Burien. The dark shadowy greens of the Douglas Firs lined the freeway here going into the city. I could see the changes of spring began to green the banks of sluggish Duwamish as it slid quietly into the Puget Sound.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Families
When Pavarotti Cried
My most embarrassing moment has to do with the one time that music did not help me. When I was in 6th grade, schools were being integrated. I was bused from my community school into another neighborhood to attend a predominantly white school. It was the beginning of years of being bullied. Every day I had to get through the “back of the bus girls. “The back of the bus girls were girls" were older than me with long nails whose sole purpose was to terrorize the younger kids. There were two girls, called the “Bully Bruno Twins”. Their names were Bertha and Bonita Bruno. They were big girls who should have been in sixth grade but were in third grade because they got left back three times. The embarrassment of sitting in a classroom with third graders made them mean and for some reason they loved to bully me.
By Carol Steptoe 5 years ago in Families
Fair Winds for Big Dreams
Fair Winds (and zero skills) By the ADHD Accountant - Krid There is a place on the prairies that is the highest altitude between the Rocky Mountains and Labrador, with a lake that the Blackfoot call Ponokiokwe. Elkwater is located on the Cypress Hills just South-East of Medicine Hat. Much like Banff it has golf, hiking, camping, skiing, and assorted RV & camping resort amenities. The community isn’t very large; there aren’t many houses and practically no on lives there year round.
By ADHD Accountant5 years ago in Families
Compassion for Candy
Harold Carpenter passed away at age sixty-eight after a three years battle with lung cancer. At his side during the Winter of his life was Candy, his loving wife of twenty years. She cared for him till his very last day loving him unconditionally to he made his way to Heaven. After the funeral she returned to the big empty home she once share with her Harold. Harold bought the home thirty-five years earlier when he was with his first wife. They had one daughter and raised her well in that home unto their eventual divorce.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Families
The Barkeep
Each moment of our lives presents an excuse to pursue control. We sit in its grips and seek it while occasionally becoming validated by perceived successes at the practice. The idea of control is the biggest lie that the universe has ever sold us. But without its presence, who are we? I have often wondered why societies failed attempts at control result in such destruction and separation. My only guess is that it brings us down to size and allows us to descend further towards chaos. Our imperfections give our perfect world its imperfect equilibrium, and I believe that it has to be that way.
By Tyler Forte5 years ago in Families
