humanity
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When I Grow Up
I was at my niece's nursery graduation recently and made some interesting observations. Before this I had thought the idea of children graduating nursery was a little on the silly side but when I got there, saw how excited the kids were, especially my niece, I realised that going to school is a huge milestone in a child's life. If we can't have pomp and ceremony to celebrate that then when can we?
By 🕷️Vivika Widow🕷️8 years ago in Families
Everybody Lies
Everybody says you have to respect your elders, despite if they respect you or not. They say respect is a thing you earn, unless it’s to your elders, then respect must always be given. I do not believe in that phrase. Being an elder does not give you the right to belittle and shame the young. Respect is earned, no matter who you are. The level of respect varies from person to person; some give it away quickly, some keep it until it is blatantly evident that respect has been earned. It all depends on the person.
By Rocket Man8 years ago in Families
Intentional Migration
According to Gramling in his article on clouds, he stipulated that we can predict climate change through observing cloud patterns. “They’re crucial to forecasting the future but devilishly hard to model.” Even worse, he goes on, “...storm clouds have gotten taller and have shifted toward the poles...making climate change worse!”
By A New Dawn Brenner8 years ago in Families
Pines in the Caribbean
THE NURSING HOME Part One: First, a thoughtful challenge; I am willing to bet many folks under the age of 45 have never given much thought to the passage of time. Under 45'ers generally don't think about aging. They think about other things like raising their kids, social media, who's friends with whom, who's been unfriended, how does my selfie look, can I afford a new cell phone, why can't I find a job or a partner and last but certainly not least, am I good-looking enough to attract the right guy. To those who identify with these challenges, I say great. Enjoy! Knock yourself out! Because very soon, the concept of time is going to kick in and and you will feel like you've actually been kicked...in the head.
By Carla Ceccarelli8 years ago in Families
Life as a Daughter of Agent Orange, Part 7
Somehow it does not feel as if it has been a week since I last posted. A lot has gone on and frankly, I needed a breather from travelling back through my own timeline — as in Doctor Who, travelling one's own timeline is a dangerous game. Remembering all that I have for this story has stirred up feelings I never thought I would feel again. This past week I have been angry with my dad as I have not been in several years, probably since I was in Texas.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Families
On Death, Trauma, and Self-Forgiveness
On Sunday, February 4, it will be 13 years since my stepfather died of an overdose. It seems like yesterday, as all life-changing events typically do. I would’ve been 9-years-old, and don’t remember feeling any emotion when I saw the foam falling from his mouth. The following is my journey to forgiving myself for that.
By Estelle Thomason8 years ago in Families
My Life and How Rough It Has Been
My name is Whitney King and I am 22-years-old. Personally all the roughness of my life started when I was eight-years-old. Well that's when the actual pain started. I was abandoned by the man I thought was my biological father and finding out three months later he wasn't. So that's when the anger and self pity on myself started to flood in. I became violent and out of control to the point I could not control the anger and hate that I had towards my family and for myself. My mom had a choice to give me up and put me into the system but she didn't. She actually had them put me in a children's hospital up in Concord, California, which I did get a lot of help from. I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder which scared my mom, my family, and it also scared me.
By Whitney King8 years ago in Families
Monsters and Me: Growing Up with Abuse
There are days that I forget the memories rattling around in my head are mine and not some bad movie I watched. It's hard for me to imagine that the scared little girl always looking for an exist was a key part of who I was. But then there are days that I feel myself returning to her, as if I never grew out of her shoes. On those days I find it hard to get out of bed and face my life now, the depression being an uphill battle I'm never 100% sure I want to win. Some days I'm in my room, singing along to whatever song I'm listening to on repeat for the next few days, huge smile on my face, as I dance like nothing in the world can touch me. Other days I'm hiding under a mound of blankets, not eating for days, crying at the memories that berate me. On those days I think of all the questions that were left unanswered to me. Why did he love the bottle more than he did me? How come my sister was perfect but I was nothing to him? Why hasn't he changed after the drinking stopped? Where did everything go so very very wrong?
By Lilli Behom8 years ago in Families
Why Paid Family Leave Is Needed In New York State
"Starting January 1, 2018, New York State's Paid Family Leave provides New Yorker's with job-protected, paid leave to bond with a new child, care for a loved one with a serious health condition or to help relieve family pressures when someone is called to active military service abroad."
By Millington Lockwood8 years ago in Families
