family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Rock and a Hard Place
It is on this day. Today is the tenth day of July, in the year 2020. Today I am profoundly and acutely aware, and my eyes are assuredly wide open. My heart, nonetheless, is wrenched in pain.
By Dawn Everly6 years ago in Humans
The world and my mind
Today is 08-July-2020...this is how we have to write dates in the research world. Starting over - work-mode off - Today is July 8th, 2020 and my day started off with a discussion that reminded us that everything happens for a reason. Pause - please do not escalate to a horrific scenario - I mean that certain events, such as this terrible COVID-19 pandemic, has allowed our Black Lives Matter movement come to light. If you were not sitting at home, either scrolling social media, watching TV, watching the news or doing any other activity to just feel like you are part of the world while trapped in your smaller world at home, you and everyone else may not have seen what has been going on in the world for far too long. Do you think that a protest with such dedication would have been possible if people were not at home wondering what to do next? We, the people, decided that we wanted to make a change! We were able to go out there and stand up for our fellow humans' humane rights. This is a humane crisis - not a political one.
By Shradha Patel6 years ago in Humans
What I'm Learning from a Staircase
The night before last night, I sat with my dad out on our back deck. It’s an old deck, but it has many memories, and often when things are hard, it’s where we find ourselves. This past weekend my dad and my brother built a shade cover type thing and attached Edison lights to it. It looks beautiful, its all-golden light, with none of the smoke of the previous lights which were tiki torches. The house rests behind the deck, and while we sat at the cast iron table, him with a beer, me without, we talked about a past I don’t remember. It’s the story of our house, my grandma Marie, and her husband Bill bought this house in the early days of their marriage. They had a ship’s toilet in the basement, and the master bedroom was down a long hall and to the right. I can almost imagine what it looked like back then.
By kaleigh nye6 years ago in Humans
Building a Home
The main difference between a house and a home is that a house is concrete. A house generally refers to a building in which someone lives. In contrast, a home refers to any location that a person thinks of as the place where they live and refer it to a place in which they love and have a family within.
By The SS6 years ago in Humans
Five Feet
Five feet, sixty inches is the distance teenager Stella lives her life by, organizing her medications, decorating her hospital room time after time again, living by every single rule made for her. The daily routine was the only familiar thing in her life until she met Will, another Cystic Fibrosis patient a couple of rooms down, he made her question the rules and believe there is life still outside of the hospital walls. Five Feet Apart was written by Mikki Daughtry, Rachael Lippincott, and Tobias Iaconis, published in 2018, it quickly became a favorite for readers because of the emotion, plot, character development, and real life struggles for CF patients that were brought to light.
By Jade Hiltner6 years ago in Humans
6 feet apart no more
Social distancing and isolation have shown me how important touch is for us. The simple ability to receive touch and touch someone we love was so natural pre quarantine that I am sure most of us took it for granted. The simple act of holding hands and being able to kiss someone we love without the virus lurking over is a feeling that I will personally be looking forward the most after quarantine is over. Thus, I believe that the days after quarantine are going to be defined not by the experiences that we missed out on, such as going to the beach or going to Starbucks, but by the ability to finally touch and hug those we love with complete freedom.
By Geomara Flores6 years ago in Humans
Love After Death
The sound of beeping machines and unrecognisable voices was all that I could hear, my eyesight was currently useless. I thought I was dead? I tried to move, nothing worked. Instead I lay there in absolute awe as my awareness slowly grows.
By Abbey Dowden6 years ago in Humans
Journal: First-World Problems and the Covid-19 Lockdown
The lockdown has been tough on everyone. I'm referring to those in the first world countries who are experiencing a huge shift in lifestyle. It's no denying that we continue to adjust to this new normal that never seems to have an end.
By Nisa6 years ago in Humans
LAST MOMENTS
The colours morphed into blue and purple with hues of pink, leaving him with a light-headed feeling in a supposed world that had no pauses. Soon these colours would slowly change back to a void and lonely black which would ultimately signal the unwelcome news that he was back to reality.
By Henrietta Efunnuga6 years ago in Humans
KÄRLEK
I was born in 1989; a cross between a shining star and a guardian angel my mother said. I grew up in an average family home and I had what would be considered a normal upbringing. Even before I became fully conscious of self; before I had the words to be, I strongly desired the extraordinary over ordinary. I studied Economics and Business Management but I wanted to be a supermodel living in New York so I left home at 19. Home was a small city in Nigeria called Portharcourt. I left home with a one way ticket, $300 and a heart full of dreams. I failed at that and moved back to my small city with a tired heart and no savings. I moved ahead filling my time with my next dream of greatness. I started a spinning studio; but I failed at that also. In 2014, my sister died and she took the optimistic part of me with her to the grave. I broke in ways that no verb can describe. I became a passive being. Going with the flow. I did not put any conscious attention to anything; how to be a person or how to love or how to fight for a dream or how to have passion. I let it all go. I was just a body with no soul. Looking back now, I felt as though I was sleep walking for years without waking up once. That is the best and simplest way to describe this to a third party.
By Lottanna6 years ago in Humans
When Will We Laugh Again
After disinfecting the remote control for the fourth time today because my mother has been coughing a little too much recently, I turn on the television. It hums a little loudly as if sighing from exhaustion.
By Medley Jones6 years ago in Humans
We've Been Social Distancing For Years
The world has become an echo chamber, filled with catchphrases and like-minded thinking. We are told where to go and when to go there. On the news, our leaders use jargon that bespeaks the current zeitgeist. We have become the receptors of anything. Social distancing is the new hotness. It is the catch-all phrase for separating ourselves in public spaces. But haven’t we been doing this for years?
By Eric Carasella6 years ago in Humans