humanity
Humanity begins at home.
That Northern Country Feel: Part One
Family life and the place in which you are raised always has an effect on your psyche; be it how you respond to different situations, what you personal beliefs are, or how you converse with your friends, your upbringing has everything to do with who you are. Living in a small state like Vermont is DEFINITELY no exception.
By L. Rose Sargeant7 years ago in Families
The Eggs, the Fireplace, and the Oroborus
When I was a child, my Mother was a domestic engineer. Back in the 1970s that was the what would become a politically correct version of housewife. Whatever the term of the day for a mother whose career is raising her family, my Mom was it. By the time I was five or six, I had consumed a hen house full of eggs for breakfast. Every morning my plate held an unseasoned scrambled egg and a piece or two of bacon. The bacon always tasted great because God imbedded tastiness pork bellies. While the good Lord scored points with bacon, eggs he or she kinda fudged up on.
By Brian Kannard7 years ago in Families
Strength in His Tears
My father is a strong person. He’s also layered, interesting, and a little complex. I’ve known him for thirty-two short years, and have been in awe of his person the entire time. To write about him would result in volumes of work: his upbringing, his life in Chicago, and the many trials and tribulations he has faced. I’d love to tell the entire world how Ronnie David became the person he is today. His ability to express himself, however, is my most favorite subject.
By Veronica Williams8 years ago in Families
Changing the World Starts in Our Homes
How does someone destroy you so thoroughly and boldly and not care about the disaster left? When you are raising your children, teach them morals, values, and worth. Teach them to be respectable, caring, and loving. Teach them to respect themselves and others. Teach them about our world and the fact that they need to be concerned about bringing happy energy and help to others with no expectations.
By Sherrie Pogue8 years ago in Families
Life and Family
Have you ever felt completely overwhelmed, like you can’t finish one simple task a day, or that you are rushing last minute to turn everything in? If so, you may be experiencing the excruciating task of balancing life and chores. As moms, dads, students, and humans in general, we pack on a lot and take on more than we can possibly manage at one given time. So why is it that we keep doing it, why is it that we keep adding more to the list, or why do we say “yes” to more than we can possibly do?
By Kathleen Cruz8 years ago in Families
Non-Profit Organization
I have an idea for a non-profit, which is to establish a non-profit as well as shelter, dedicated to helping people escape abusive families, as well as get on or off disability. This non-profit would serve people who have disabilities in my community but not have an attitude about it like Momentum for Mental Health or NAMI. Such non-profits have an “uppity” air about them as if your disability matters way too much. I need to staff my non-profit with staffers who understand my mission is to serve disabled people. The non-profit would need to compile resources such as staff, as well as a shelter location.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Families
Diary of a Working Housewife
Wednesday July 25, 2018 9:30 AM: As I scroll through my daily feed of social media I can't help but feel a bit confused 😕... What has happened to raising children with family values, empathy, gratitude, and selflessness? What has happened to the adults? Are human beings evolving into ungrateful, self-centered, unfeeling, attention-seeking, drug-using robots? From drawing on thicker eyebrows to plumping lips with a suction device... individuals become copies of what they see on a screen. Being different and unique becomes weird. What used to be frowned upon becomes accepted. And in the end, we wonder: what is happening to the world today?
By Azaris Morales8 years ago in Families
Why Do We Leave Mementos?
My high-school-age son had an old Casio keyboard. It was handed down to him by his grandmother when he was small. He composed some of his first tunes on it. He played sing-along songs for his little sister. He sang to me, accompanied by that little electronic piano. When our family home was foreclosed, my son took his keyboard deep into our woods, propped it against a tree, and left it there. It was the day all of us became briefly homeless. No other place else could be called home by any of us, for a long time after that.
By Sarah Terra8 years ago in Families
