Humanity
This Is What I Do When People Throw Rocks At Me . Top Story - February 2026.
Rocks have been thrown at me for a greater part of my life. Some have been small and missed hitting me. When people don't get a reaction from me, they throw bigger rocks with a better aim. Many have been hurled at me with precision over the years. For a long time, I thought my only options were to dodge them or be crushed by them.
By Margaret Minnicks25 days ago in Confessions
Confession: I Am A Minimalist
Minimalist: Definition A minimalist is a person whose lifestyle focuses on living intentionally with fewer possessions for a simple, uncluttered life. A minimalist reduces distractions by prioritizing experiences and values over material possessions. A minimalist leads a more fulfilling life with like-minded people rather than wasting valuable time with toxic people. Minimalism is not simply about owning less.
By Margaret Minnicks25 days ago in Confessions
How Faith Brings Communities Together in Divided Times
On a cool evening not long ago, neighbors who rarely spoke to one another gathered in a small park for a candlelight vigil. Some came from different political parties. Others held very different views about local issues. Yet for that hour, none of those labels seemed to matter. They stood shoulder to shoulder, sharing quiet prayers and simple songs. No one debated. No one tried to win. They were there for something deeper.
By Mike Signorelli26 days ago in Confessions
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.28 days ago in Confessions
Letters to the Grave
Have you ever felt the pull of the past—that quiet ache to return to the crossroads where words were left unsaid? Not to chase the echoes of the dead, but to face the living ghosts we carry—the ones who walked out of our days, or slipped from our minds, or were cut away like threads no longer meant to weave our story. These are the conversations that haunt the quiet moments, letters addressed to absences, sent to the spaces where people once stood before time, distance, or choice turned them into shadows.
By Jackie Fazekas28 days ago in Confessions
