humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Story of a Veteran Fighting for His Freedom
For more than 50 years, the United States was the only home Godfrey Wade ever truly knew. He arrived in America as a young teenager from Jamaica in 1975, full of hope, promise, and the belief that this country offered opportunity for anyone willing to work for it.
By Organic Products 5 days ago in Families
From Scorned Scavenger to Culinary King:
For centuries, the humble lobster occupied a place far removed from the white tablecloths and extravagant seafood platters it now graces. It was considered a bottom-feeding scavenger, a protein source fit only for the poor, indentured servants, and even…prisoners. Its transformation from societal reject to the ultimate culinary indulgence is a testament to the power of effective marketing, a fascinating socio-economic journey fueled by ingenuity, perception shifts, and a healthy dose of chance.
By Wilson Igbasi5 days ago in Families
5 Concepts of Consent To Teach Your Toddlers
My name is Mom - and I am a sexual assault survivor. My first experience with sexual assault happened when I was young enough to have trouble remembering exactly what happened. I remember being under the blankets. I remember the hand. I remember trying to wriggle free, only for that hand to squeeze my leg so hard that it felt like it would break.
By Hope Martin5 days ago in Families
The Quiet Truth About Relatives. AI-Generated.
You know, family is supposed to be a safe space, right? People we can count on, who’ll stand by us no matter what. But sometimes, reality is different. Some relatives act supportive—they call, they text, they show up at gatherings—but when life gets tough, they’re not really there. And that hurts. It’s okay to admit that.
By Razzi Kazmi11 days ago in Families
The Day My Mother Didn’t Yell And Why I’ll Never Forget It
My mother was known for her voice long before she was known for her hugs. It filled rooms before she did. It cut through walls, through doors, through whatever distance we tried to put between ourselves and her anger. Growing up, yelling was not an event in our house—it was an atmosphere. It meant something was wrong. It meant someone had disappointed her. It meant I should shrink, move faster, speak less.
By sasanka perera11 days ago in Families
