humanity
Humanity begins at home.
To all the Darling Daughters
The joy of Christams, for me, has never been about receiving gifts. Growing up, my family had traditions, like finding the perfect tree at a local tree farm and having snowball fights while we searched. We would make snow angels and run around until that perfect tree called out our names. When we got home with the tree, we would give it water and light it up with decorations. It was never long before gifts started to appear on the red velvet skirt, growing in volume as we got closer to the sacred day. I remember staying up late on Christmas Eve to help my mom put the final touches beneath the tree, and the treats out for Santa. Oh how I miss the smell of fresh pine and apple pie. Like I said, it was never about the gifts.
By Kahsia Solaire5 years ago in Families
Passing Down Kindness
My daughter and I love going to the local park. We run and swing and play and explore. Sometimes we even make friends. Most of the time we are in our own little world oblivious to any other persons on the playground. Oblivious to their needs or welfare as human beings. One seemingly unimportant day about a year ago, I realized there was still some hope for humanity. I don't think I will ever forget that day.
By MissSavannahSky5 years ago in Families
C19
Where do I start ? This devastating disease is taking over our lives. It is not a lifestyle we are used to, nor that we like. It is financially draining, emotionally debilitating. The stress put on mankind everywhere around the world. Not just in our city, state, or country. No! All Around the world. People are out of work, children out of school. People are wearing masks, and gloves out in public, everywhere they go. For safety precautions, for the health and safety of their lives, their families live. Especially the elderly, or people that have health issues.
By Ruth Harpham5 years ago in Families
Three shopping paradises
Christmas time is magical. And what makes it particularly great is the rush to get the perfect presents. We are still in lockdown due to COVID-19 so all the shops require wearing a mask, but that is not bothering me. I’m after the ultimate shopping experience, so I am ready to explore. And the first shop I would visit is Trinkette.
By Elena Stoyanova Kalcheva5 years ago in Families
My Uncle Who Retired
My Uncle Who Retired My uncle is a cowboy who kept his drinking under enough control to hold down a job at the rocket factory for 25 years. Before that, he ranched or ran cattle throughout the Southwest United States. He prefers vacations at Arizona golf courses situated in dry desert valleys, nestled near forgotten mining towns. When I was little he taught me how to play poker and let me pack the tobacco in his pipe.
By Entertainment Writer5 years ago in Families
A Whole New Christmas
CHRISTMAS 2020 may be the loneliest day we've experienced in our lifetimes. Gone is the grandeur of the traditions and customs that make us feel the love and cheer this special day brings with it because of covid-19. And yet there is hope. The world was bleak and dark and a lot alike in uncertainty before and time and time again, we are reminded we all need our mothers just like the world needed redemption and a chance for a better, brighter future.
By Jehrod Rose Alain5 years ago in Families
Why we hang on to Holiday fantasies
In April of 1967 I was 11 years old. It was my first Easter in a different home we had moved into. On that Sunday morning, my younger brother and I walked to a local store but instead of staying on the road, we went through a wooded area that separated the road we lived on from the highway. We followed a well worn path and saw what looked to be animal tracts. We were jumping for joy as we believed we had found the Easter Bunny's trail. Not long after this my grandmother pulled me aside one day and told me I was old enough to know that the Easter Bunny was pure fiction. Instead of being disappointed, I felt grown up and proud that I was old enough to know what my two brothers still did not.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Families
Over Slept
Fuck. Why am I like this? Staring at my phone as I lay in bed, my eyes widen with horror. I’m normally late, 15 minutes at the very least. Today I’ve slept in by an hour, on the one day I had to be on time. Screaming out of bed, I jump into all of my clothes, a sharp black dress with heels to match. Mum said to dress nice for the occasion, basically not to be me. I ran a brush through my hair, the comb scratching my scalp raw. A lovely sprinkling of dandruff setting on my shoulders. My hair was notoriously hard to control, a gregarious bushel plopped on my head, looking like it could come alive at any second. I stare at the mirror knowing mum will make some backhanded compliment regardless, not to mention the fact I am an hour late. Scampering up my handbag, I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Fuck. Are you serious? How could I leave him inside, it was my one job. Please have your keys, I thought as I scramble around my handbag, passing through tampons and loose M&Ms. Eating a blue one I realise they are the crispy ones from three weeks ago, and hate myself more. I hit silver and a jingle, thank fuck for that. Rushing through the apartment, I beeline for the urn, holding him firmly in both hands. Ironically, like my life depended upon it. Opening the passenger side of the car, I place Dad down and strap him in. It seems ridiculous to put a seat belt around my dads’ ashes, but I am an hour late and need to at least have brought dad.
By Cameron McLeod5 years ago in Families
Baby Blues
From the moment I found out that I was pregnant and everyday after that for the next nine months I experienced every emotion known to man, from joy to anxiety to fear and paranoia but the one emotion that I felt the most was happiness. I discovered I was pregnant with my first child at the age of thirty six. After my thirty fifth birthday I never imagined that I would conceive a child, I assumed that motherhood was not in the cards for me, maybe GOD did not think I was fit to be a mother, maybe it was something wrong with me - a million self doubt thoughts flooded my head. Then to my surprise on super bowl Sunday of 2020 I found out that I was pregnant. For the first three months I lived in fear everyday that I would miscarry because I was in my late thirties and because I made myself believe that GOD would not bless ME with something so special and precious ( since my late teens I have had a on again off again relationship with GOD but that's a story for another day) I even went to the hospital and complained of stomach pain just so I could get an ultrasound picture to prove to myself that I has a little angle growing inside of me. From the moment the nurse placed the picture of my daughters ultrasound in my hands it was a concoction of joy and excitement mixed with a little fear from that moment on. I couldn't wait to meet my mini me and give her the life I always wished I had as a child.
By Stephanie Hudson5 years ago in Families
The New Holiday Celebrations
That special part of the year has finally arrived for us so we can close it out in a big way. The smell of all the food that has been prepared with love, the smell of cinammon and nutmeg hanging in the air. The joy and excitement of getting together with our family to reminisce about childhood memories and the things that we THINK that our parents don’t know.
By Nikki Lewis5 years ago in Families
