Autobiography
Mourning the Mother I Never Knew. Second Place in Chapters Challenge.
I sometimes wake up feeling that my mother has visited me in the night. I have memories of a shrouded figure just standing quietly and watching me sleep, or a pair of kind eyes appearing out of the darkness. I don’t know if it’s true or even possible; I’m not a religious person, so there is no built in belief of such things. Perhaps it’s just me wishing I had another chance to spend time with her, to laugh with her, tell her that I love her. Maybe I need to apologize to her. Maybe I need to tell her that I forgive her.
By Carl L Lane2 years ago in Chapters
self motivation
Self-motivation is the driving force that propels individuals towards their goals and aspirations. It is an intrinsic factor that fuels enthusiasm, determination, and persistence in pursuing endeavors, even in the face of challenges and setbacks. Unlike external motivation, which comes from external sources such as rewards or recognition, self-motivation emerges from within an individual, making it a vital skill for personal and professional growth. Understanding the intricacies of self-motivation and harnessing its power can lead to greater accomplishments, increased resilience, and a more fulfilled life.
By Sujata Xettri2 years ago in Chapters
Cow tales: Story of Bonzy
Cows make the best pets, an unconventional notion, but one that rings profoundly true. Their noble disposition, gentle giants with a touch of majesty yet grounded humility, they are simply the best companions, if you can overlook their enormous size.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Chapters
I Should be Attending my Wedding Right Now
… But instead, I’m enjoying my sweet, sweet liberty from a tyrant. My doctor appointment was at 2:30 pm in Jacksonville. A new doctor, and I was unsure about going. Not because of the doctor herself, but because of the weather. My first tornado warning since moving to Arkansas. It was just for a few counties, and would be for only an hour or so.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Chapters
The Ultimate Prank
Many years ago, when I was a girl of 18, I pulled one of the best pranks ever on my older brother, Ed. It turned out to be the ultimate sibling prank, only because of events that happened earlier in the night that, at the time, I was completely unaware of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Catching the Heartbeat: A Brief look from the Center of My Diary
Life is a mind boggling embroidery woven with strings of encounters, minutes that shape our story and characterize our excursion. In the soul of praising the send off of the Parts people group, I set out on an intelligent excursion — a brief look into a critical section that lives at the core of my biography. This section, settled in my journal, epitomizes a defining moment immersed with feeling, understanding, and validness.
By Manjit@6400..2 years ago in Chapters
1995
Midway between new born and four-score-ten. What did it mean? Born at the end of the 1950s, by a few days, I was now 35 years old. A year older than this time last year. Was I any wiser? As editor of a low-key trade magazine I guess I was at the top of my chosen profession. Reasonably good wage, treated quite well in the organisation, small team of dedicated professionals behind me. I was a married, mortgage-paying dad of two. Or at least would be that summer as we happily awaited, at the start of the year, our new arrival. A lot would change over the coming years.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Chapters
Emily
Emily was a much-wanted child, born 9 months and 4 days after our wedding day. Starting out as a problem child, she poked her fingers through the sack and sent me into an early labor that would unfortunately be less than successful. She was now to be born through a pitocin fueled delivery on Thursday, January 12, 1984. Well, that didn’t work so onto a C-section on Friday, January 13, 1984. Note the date please.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Chapters
