humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Sun, Surf & Sand
It’s not so far away now, an end is in sight; a plan is in place. When our doors reopen and we can venture outside, I’ll be grabbing my board, my BBQ, and my family and friends. We’ll head to my favourite beach, to the tang of salt air and the feel of warm sand between our toes. We’ll spread our towels on the shore, unpack our picnic baskets and prepare the fire-wok for an evening BBQ.
By Vic Womersley6 years ago in Families
A Note For Everyone On Mother's Day
Mother's Day can be hard for those who have lost a mother, or for those with mothers who have walked out on them. This year, take a moment to reflect on all the other inspiring women and mothers in your life.
By Alexandria R L Weihrich6 years ago in Families
Second Chances In Life Shouldn’t Be Taken Lightly
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By Kristyn Meyer6 years ago in Families
Growing up
A is for-Africa that's where I'm from, well originally from ethiopia. I lived on a farm with my seven other siblings including my sister. Like in most parts of the world, men go out to work in the fields or do some other work that's not related to working in the fields. As most people know Africa is not a very clean place and so we have lots of diseases. While my mom was pregnant and giving birth with one of my siblings she passed away on her hospital bed. I didn't know what was happening that time, everything was a blur. I was two and a half and my closest sister was four and a half, my dad couldn't take care of us anymore because of our financial doings, so he had to put us in the orphanage with most of my siblings. We were there for a while, eating porridge and our cultural food.
By Rose Pepin6 years ago in Families
Thunderclap on a Summer Day
Morning of 6h August 11:42 AM It was a dark greyish morning, she could not tell if the sun will rise tomorrow or not. She just could not imagine another day after today, thinking unclearly and trying to wash what she saw from her mental vision, fighting her mind tirelessly she fell asleep like the 5 years old little girl she is, yet the look on her face seemed to be much older than usual on that day. Her name was Asahi*.
By Moe.Nzyslak6 years ago in Families
The Day the World Stopped
"Oh today is gonna be another busy day for me, so pick your sister up from school for me" I yelled to my half-awake daughter as I hurried out the door. I had to leave home an hour before my scheduled arrival time because traffic was always hectic during the week and I had to stop to get breakfast. I have this routine down packed, I have been running this rat race for years. I was headed to get breakfast and listening to Steve Harvey in the morning. I felt the side eyes as I laughed at Nephew Tommy and his prank call. People were so uptight they didn't value a good laugh anymore. I didn't care though, I needed my daily dose of laughter to make it through the day. I ordered my usual breakfast and some how was able to squeeze breakfast, morning car meditation, and a prayer call all in on my forty-five minute commute to work.
By Skittlez Sneed6 years ago in Families
Tumbling Photos Make No Sound
• 4:50am -- Water bill, scale, light, meditation, AC on, hydration, shroom • 6:43am -- Admin, done. AC, off. Window, open. Candle, lit, eucalyptus & clove, added.
By Karen Lichtman6 years ago in Families
Poly(game)y
Throughout my life, I had only heard the phrase a couple of times. I never really cared or associated myself. It wasn't until I had stood up to shake hands with a woman and she had announced herself as "The First Wife" that I realized my life wasn't quite normal. Later on, I had happen to become quite close with her - throughout the luxurious parties and rich wine - to which always had a certain palette: oak, wood, smoked, etc. I never called myself a wine snob, though surrounded by many. I never had to pour my own glass either. It was luxurious - but luxury only goes so far before you discover a painful divide between the mind of sanity and sociopath.
By Lilah6 years ago in Families
Best Productivity Tools for Busy Moms- Freshoair
Freshoair is a brand dedicated to nurturing and supporting moms worldwide. Conceptualized by a millennial mom, Freshoair helps moms balance their family, health, work, and life in an organized way.
By Yuvika Iyer6 years ago in Families
A Boy From Africa. Part 1
Some people are afraid of their own story, some people are even a shame of their own story, that telling it and sharing it makes it very hard to do. Not all of us have great stories to tell, but all of us are products of our own stories and experiences. Our stories are not just a story but they are part of us, our stories are our histories. And our histories though sometimes it can break us but yet it can also make us, for a great healthier and happy future success.
By 16a6 years ago in Families
UK Lockdown - One Month In
The UK went into lockdown a month ago, on March 23rd. Now we are a month in (OK nearly), so I figured it might be worth giving an update on how things are going and the effects this is having upon mental health.
By Ver Armstrong6 years ago in Families
It is Never Enough
The burgundy carpet cradled my solemn feet. The brightness of the sun glared through the window pain of the waiting room, bleaching the air with the staleness of warm fabric. I sat waiting for my name to be called as a woman garnering cat eye glasses and pencil skirt sifted me up and down, leaving a quaint smile in her wake.
By Treasure6 years ago in Families