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A publication from Medium about humanity: yours, mine, and ours.

HUMANS 101

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“If you want people to help you, you cannot scream at them. You have to be kind,” I spoke into the phone to my father. We talk every day now, sometimes half a dozen times (the other half dozen I let go to voicemail so I can work). Most of…


THIS IS US

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I have always had big dreams about what I wanted to do in life. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a bestselling author. I carried that dream into my first year of college as an English major, where I fell in love with science writing. I decided…


This Is Us

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Editor’s Note: This Medium Writers Challenge entry was added to Human Parts on October 20th, 2021.

The job was a one-year teaching position at a private university. Not tenure-track or anything, but good. Jobs were increasingly rare in my field so competition was going to be stiff, and since I…


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Editor’s Note: This Medium Writers Challenge entry was added to Human Parts on October 20, 2021.

Few creatures are as maligned as the rooster. I suppose there are cockroaches, mosquitoes, sewer rats, and aphids — but I can’t come up with any birds that are quite so hated (even pigeons…


HUMANS 101

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I used to think I was someone who retreated when I needed help. I thought I isolated myself when faced with troubles. After doing internal work with the help of my therapist, I’ve recognized that retreating is a defense mechanism I’ve developed in response to feeling rejected.

I’m not the…


HUMANS 101

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Living with a big heart — being magnanimous, considerate, generous, and respectful spreads kindness.

Elton John spread some kindness and touched my heart and the hearts of many others by what he did for legendary musician Leon Russell a few years ago.

Leon was a crack L.A. studio musician in…


Lived Through This

I wrote sixty songs during the three months that my mom was dying. I was disgusted with my muse, who had ghosted me for years and chose the end of her life to set a fire in me.

But you can’t deny it—you can’t be holding your mom’s hand and…


THIS IS US

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There is a story my father used to tell about me as a toddler. It was winter and we were outside in the snow, my three-year-old sister on tiny skis, me sitting on a toboggan, both of us bundled in snowsuits. A friend complimented my sister on her skiing skills…


EXPRESS YOURSELF

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Human Parts

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