Once upon a time, I was homeless. It’s not exactly a secret. Hell, I have a publication about it. The thing that isn’t clear is the effect it has, long term. See, that once upon a time still sits on my soul, still wakes me up sometimes.

I guess I’m doing a rule of three thing right now. I did shelter last week; now I’m tackling water. It wasn’t really intentional, but I was inspired to do this piece today, so I’m going with it. You need water. You can survive around three days without it (technically hydration, in my day to day life I get most of my hydration from coffee), but after a day or so you are not going to be a happy camper. I’m going to go over some of the ways you can make water safe to drink.

A gentle reflection for independent women navigating a noisy and uncertain world. This essay explores how compassion—quiet, grounded, and deeply human—can become a meaningful form of civic engagement. Instead of withdrawing when public life feels overwhelming, it invites readers to practice neighborlieness as a courageous way of showing up for their communities. With practical, sustainable tips for staying informed, building small connections, and engaging without burnout, this reflection offers a hopeful path toward participating in civic life with clarity, dignity, and care.

Mental Health, is important. How someone feel can affect, relationships, day to day task, even as far as someone personality. Here I explain how I personally dealt with a situation that affected me. I also explain how other people could be dealing with this same situation and ways to empower them!

A society of the broken and outcast, the Yith are a people who thrive in the darkness between the stars.

Okay, a day is a bit of a stretch — I had to do a few additional bug fixes the next day, but the main app was functional and running within one day. Not only that, I had a dashboard and some metrics. This isn’t a huge app, but it is very much a real, working thing — and represents probably at least a month or two of coding effort.

Here, you’ll find: 🐾 Honest pet care advice for real budgets 🐾 Affordable supplies that are actually safe 🐾 DIY alternatives to overpriced pet products 🐾 Money-saving hacks used by rescues and long-time pet owners No pressure. No judgment. No

I could feel the magnet pulling me toward him — the wanting, the gravity of it. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, even when I knew it wasn’t okay. I knew this could put me in danger. And still, it was worth it to know him. It was worth it to feel him. What I didn’t know then was that he would become the greatest love of my life.

Come in and see what I color! I will be posting videos of it as well. I’m new to this so bare with me!

We are not accidents of history—we are answers to prayers that survived generations. Our ancestors trusted God with a future they would never see, and through faith, endurance, and sacrifice, they made room for us to stand here today. Black history is holy ground, and our lives are living testimony that what was meant to break us only refined us. We are rising not by permission, but by divine purpose. Our time is now.

The story is a powerful reflection on the strength, resilience, and enduring hope of Black people despite generations of hardship and adversity. It honors ancestors who planted seeds of hope under oppression and celebrates the courage passed down through families, communities, and culture. The narrative emphasizes perseverance in the face of loss, refusal to surrender to despair, and the belief that hope is not only preserved but shared across generations. Ultimately, the story affirms that Black people never back down, never give up, and continue to rise by carrying hope forward.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

Today, let us strip away the "textbook" idealism and focus on the raw facts of the matter regarding how science actually functions in the real world, which reveals a much more grounded and sometimes grittier reality. Here is the truth about the scientific establishment, written to focus on the human and systemic mechanics that drive it.

I was divorced in August 2022. He died in August 2025 a month before I was to be remarried. I do not know how he died, I found out on Facebook that he was gone. His sister will not answer any questions. And now his creditors are coming after me.

A tense moment in a world at war. A storm dragon and his crew patrol the border, ready at any moment to engage the enemy.

These things, like rain, take time to fall. No you may not run between them. There is space. We are talking to ourselves so why not answer ?

I loved deeply—and still had to walk away. This essay explores romance through the lens of faith, obedience, and the cost of choosing God when emotions say otherwise.

It’s about my mom who passed away named Geraldine . She recently died of a botched surgery from the doctors who tried to remove her gallbladder. The surgery was not successful and she ended up dieing a day after my birthday. It was very difficult for me since me and my mom were like best friends! I am too miss her very much and it was therapeutic for me to express myself completely! I wanted the reader too simple feel what I am experiencing? It’s also a beautiful writing for Mother’s Day especially if you have gone through losing a love one whom you love very much! I only hope that all whom read this are touched because it was heart felt in the deepest way that I can imagined.

Coming into January, I had a rollover balance of $8.08 on Medium. You need 10 bucks to actually get any money. In December, I started writing a lot more again. Mostly because I was sorting through some emotional stuff, and I really needed to figure out how to deal with it. So, I started sitting down at my keyboard and dropping new content.

This short story is about a girl who goes through a bad breakup with her boyfriend, but later reexamines her love life and finds new meaning about love through Rumi, the Persian Sufi Poet and the way of his Mysticism through his poems, filled with love and ecstasy. This short story is for those who enjoy Rumi and his poetry.