Memoir
"My Legs Are Dumb"
In my late 20's, I learned a few things in doctors' offices. We finally found some medications that worked for me after the Lexapro ceased to be effective. The nursing student shadowing my psychiatrist realized I have inattentive ADHD. Most importantly, I finally found someone who knew what the actual heck was going on with my legs. Until a few years ago, the best way I could describe my condition was to say "my legs are dumb".
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Chapters
A Chapter from My Memoir
My ring. I love it. It's gold. And its gilded exterior is fading. But the love engraved in it forever remains. It's cheap but it's not gaudy. It isn't classy. It's simple. And when it's wrapped around my finger its imperfect charm reaches across my whole hand.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Chapters
The Empty Room
I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. After 28 years, my family and I were moving out of my childhood home. I sat on the floor of my old bedroom, taking it all in. The big window. The pink carpet and walls. All the empty space. It seemed even bigger than I ever realized. It was weird to think I’d never seen my room like this before.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Chapters
My Current Journeys
Hello, everyone. My name is Meghan. I have been joining this writing community since Summer 2021 when the pandemic is still overflowing. I am glad that I was conquering one of my fears and insecurities due to my mixed language disorder since I was a toddler. I have so many things that it has been very challenging every day, every week, every month, and every year. I would like to share how much I have been going through from birth to my mid-30s on this journey.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Chapters
Arizona State of Mind
So, with no jobs, money burning a hole in our pocket, and a deep need to see a new part of the country, we packed up and started the hours-long drive to Arizona. From Texas, with all of our stops and such, it ended up being about an 18-hour journey. Not including, of course, the overnight stop that wasn't even planned by us that we were essentially peer-pressured to make by Madi's travel-bug grandmother...
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Chapters
Play Anything You Like
As a British ex-pat of some thirty years living and working in Spain and Japan, one of the most common questions I get asked by strangers or new friends is "Where are you from?" If I answer England, that lines them up for what comes next. Sometimes I answer their question with "Why?" I know, you shouldn't answer a question with one of your own, but I have my reasons. Not all such inquiries about where I am from are conversational ice-breakers from friendly natives.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Living A Life Abroad
As a British-born and bred ex-pat, of Irish descent, living and working in the South of Spain for the best part of twenty-five years, there were three types of social events I tried my best to avoid like the plague. It's not that I am in any way anti-social, far from it, I can be quite the social butterfly when I want to be. However, I learned the hard way to be very selective about who I mixed with socially.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't the First Time I Had Died
Previously it had been about my own hopes & dreams, a recognition & accepting that my life was not my own but that I had been called by another to a purpose far more debased. Not that I couldn’t have chosen my own path—I most certainly was free to do so—but it wouldn’t have gone well.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Chapters
