humanity
Humanity begins at home.
In the beginning there was Me
I have wanted to write again for a long time but life kept getting in my way. Kept giving me new things to write about. I must say I have had a full life. Even though most of it has been hard to deal with. I handled it as well as one could.
By Iyoloshun oshuntope aka NeenaGray5 years ago in Families
My Journey
The earliest memory I can think of is when I was about 6 years old. I don't know why I can't remember further back than that, but I know a lot of things from my childhood have been blocked out. I remember living in Florida and my mother made chicken and dumplings and I ate so much that it made me sick. I also remember attending school there for a short period of time. We moved a lot when I was a kid so the small happy memories of places always brings a smile to my face.
By Chasity Wilson5 years ago in Families
So, About ItsWalela + Fighting Leukemia
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE MENTION My aunt died of leukemia in Dec 2018. She never found a bone marrow match. She never heard of Be The Match. That aunt was my mom’s older sister. The rest of the family didn’t know about Be the Match either. Turns out, it allows life-saving bone marrow transplants to be found for those with cancer. Black people have a 23% chance of finding a stem cell donor. One reason is lack of knowledge about it because no one in my family knew. No doctor said it!
By Zaniya Writes5 years ago in Families
Monster brought family together
Monster brought family together Me and my three kids are used to being out and about all day....I take them for groceries...normal shopping, parks, Starbucks, extra curriculum activities...ice cream dates and even lunch at fancy restaurants!! Hubby works 2+ hours away (including traffic time)...he is only able to hang out with us as a family on weekends. However, If there are get together on weekends- we don’t get to hang out as a family so much....
By Sadia Khan5 years ago in Families
The Memories of Child Abuse
I was five years old when I first remember what it was like to be afraid of someone. My mom just got married to my stepdad and they just got into a huge arguement. I was eating some apple slices watching my favorite cartoon. Then, I looked over and watched, this supposed to be my new father figure, hit my mom in the face. Of course, I started crying because this was something that scared me. I was scared for my mom and I was scared of him. That's when he turned around and said to me, " You better stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about." These are the words that haunt me for the rest of my life and I will explain why.
By mz early2165 years ago in Families
The richest poor lady
After many years of constant struggle. I always felt like giving up when there was no hope. You can not rent a home for $800 or more a month and save money. It isn't possible for a mother with two kids. It should not be an arm an a leg to survive. How does one get ahead?
By Stacy Niemi5 years ago in Families
