humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Turning 18
Eighteen : Adult (not really) My whole life, I have looked forward to being an “adult.” I was always independent by nature and longed for the freedom my protective parents refused to give me.
By Bryce Robinson6 years ago in Families
My Mom Trusted Math
I want to clean up. Cleanse. Inside and out. The world is telling me to scrub. Inside and out. I'm telling myself I would like a nice interior scrub. Soul and sole scrubbing.
By Karen Lichtman6 years ago in Families
Why don't parents respect their children?
This piece is a no brainer, the title pretty much gives it away. It is rant if I'm honest, maybe a think-piece if I'm going to be diplomatic about it. I just want to know, why do parents feel like it is their prerogative to treat their children however they deem fit? I'm talking specifically about those that treat their children with a lack of respect, or even simple human decency for those that have it worse. I am not talking about children in terms of the young, because even parents with 'children' of adult age, fail to treat them correctly.
By Lexi Kainene6 years ago in Families
The Invisible Work of a stay at home mom.
You wake up at 2:00 am to your 5-year-old child crawling in bed with you. You open your eyes just for a second to see what is going on. You hear his very tired voice saying “Mommy I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?” You are way too tired to get up and put him back in his room where he should be, so you let him stay. You give him a pillow and cover him up and you lay back down. You sleep for about 30 minutes tossing and turning cause you're too hot. Wake up to make sure that he is breathing. Wake up every 30 or so minutes to check on him. You have gotten about 3 hours of total sleep, when you should have had about 8.
By Italian_Mami6 years ago in Families
My Father
I love my dad. I love the job that he did getting himself to America. I feel like he lived through more than most people could ever understand. He was a first generation Nigerian immigrant escaping genocide and civil war to find his way to America. GENOCIDE, and CIVIL WAR. Like at the same time.
By Dios Mac6 years ago in Families
Mon Tresor (My Treasure)
I will say that not all poor have my integrity. There are plenty of groups of poor children, mostly boys, that will gladly pick your pocket. There's also prostitutes; not courtesans, you understand; that will steal more bills from a man's wallet when he's asleep. They call it necessity while I call it a bad decision.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Families
A Crazy Life
Hey, you know when you are growing up in life, you think, "I will be okay." I have been raised by a wonderful family, I can accomplish whatever I want. Wow, do you ever have to step back and take a better look at where you have been? Where you are? Where you are going? You wind up being confused, scared, with a lot of doubts, amazed at how easy you "thought" it would be. When you get out of high school you think you have planned it all out. Oh yes, going to get a great job, a cool apartment. Hang out with friends and family. But, then you have rent, utilities, a vehicle, insurance, food, laundry, ugh. Where on earth did all this come from? Oh yes, lol, life.
By Ruth Harpham6 years ago in Families
Covid-19 Has Me Hearing Voices (In My Headset)
I live in San Francisco, which is under a mandatory shelter-in-place order – together with the San Francisco Bay Area, 6.7 million of us are hanging out at home.
By Deeann Mathews6 years ago in Families
Our Covid-19 Avoiding Journey
Over the past weekend, many parents across the country got the news their children's schools were finally closing for an undisclosed period of time. The school my kids go to was one of them.
By Nicole Williams6 years ago in Families
The Coronavirus Diaries 3-17-20: One Mom's Fears
2020 is a crazy world these days. Who would have thought that the world we know could change so fast and so brutally? I can honestly say that this whole pandemic and panic we are all experiencing is so scary.
By Kenna Rae6 years ago in Families
Twice a refugee
Twice a Refugee Belgium Congo The Greek presence in the Congo reached a peak in the 1950s coming from around the world. The Greek communities organized their own schools and churches and Greeks were active in trade, fishing, transport, coffee, merchants and so did my parents, grandparents, uncle and my aunt moved to the Belgium Congo from Cyprus.
By Nikki Causer6 years ago in Families
My Rock and My Hold
It's a long story, but means the world to me. From a young age she became the town's famous young mother. Big brother's wife they called her. In our language they called her "fofo sron". That was her joy. To be the iconic lover in her home town was a dream come true. She was full of passion, joy and kindness. She had dream and she was dedicated to it. When she sits down to tell the story, she shed tears or sadness and joy. This is a good story. She said " I was everyone's little helper and I was very happy to do their errands. Fast forward, I never knew that thing things would change so quickly". She continues telling us children her childhood story. "I have three bothers and two sisters. We are a family of eight in total including my mother and father. As we the children were living our young lives, we never thought about what tomorrow was going to be like or how we were even going to get food. Our father and mother provided for us and all we have to do as kids is carry the products home and help mum cook." Joy as she calls it continued for her and the family until one day without realising, everything collapsed. the joy she once knew has fallen and in a instance the family's life became hard and crazy. Suddenly the little girl found herself occupied by survival instinct 24/7 for the life of her family. fofo sron was no longer a name of joy for her.
By Lamourette Folly6 years ago in Families