Embarrassment
The Truth of Consequences
Oh, dear. Oh, dear… This is a true story, and one of those holidays that still crushes me. It was a typical Canadian Thanksgiving, meaning that it was celebrated by immigrants and took place earlier in the year than the one celebrated by our neighbours to the south. With my family, it was West Indian fare mixed in with turkey, pasta, salads, cakes and all the dishes that friends and family could bring over in the growing autumn cold. My mother was in charge of the kitchen, leading the other housewives and cousins and aunts and other female relatives whom I knew since I was a child. My father, as was common with the men in our families, had sports as a distraction on television (football and maybe hockey), or played dominoes on foldable wood and metal chairs and tables. Kids, if we were smart, had commandeered a television that was available in the basement and had our VCR ready to go with a choice of videos brought over or recently borrowed for the day (yes, the 1980s were a very different time). I would sometimes join them, but I was becoming a teenager. Most of the kids there were too young for me to play with, and the one who were older were not there (other friends and other events took over their lives). I was on my own. And I did not mind. I did not want to watch another comedy whose ending I could predict from the opening credits…or tape cover. I did not follow football or hockey (with the latter, I waited only for the playoffs), and with the kitchen, it was a no-go zone until I was called down to deliver grace and then eat. That would mean me, my room, and my guitar.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
SANTA FLAWS
IT was the great winter of 2018 — the winter of my discontent — and me and a former friend (we’ll call him Gary) were working at a big time finance company. We were living large. Kings among commoners. But really, in fact, we were just glorified errand runners. Gofer being the proper terminology for such a miserable creature.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Confessions
They Said Host Thanksgiving, What Could Go Wrong
Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends. It's supposed to be a time of remembering the things you have to be thankful for and the things that are truly important. Yet, not all Thanksgivings are what they're supposed to be, and the introduction of new influences can sometimes knock a decent Thanksgiving from being memorable, right into the record books.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Confessions
A failed Thanksgivings
November 20th, 2018 I'm 39 weeks into my pregnancy, and the baby is coming any moment now, but my mother-in-law had the brilliant idea to make me angry, offend me and called me a pig. So my huge ego decided that the best solution was to go to New York and spend the holidays with my aunts.
By May sanz 3 years ago in Confessions
An Evening In Paris
One of the highlights of my MBA in LBS was the MBAT trip. I should probably explain what the TLA - three-lettered acronym mean: MBA - Masters in Business Administration, LBS - London Business School and MBAT - Masters in Business Administration Tournament. MBAT is a fancy excuse to get drunk disguised as a sports tournament between MBA schools.
By Anu Sundaram3 years ago in Confessions
Christmas With Cops
Being born and bred in the Southern US, holiday gatherings may seem a little... different than what the Hallmark cards portray. For starters, the holiday seasons around here usually coincide with hunting season. Being part of a family of avid hunters, it is not an uncommon sight to see antlers hanging on the walls and to overhear talk amongst my uncles and male cousins about their latest trophies. Furthermore, no holiday gathering is complete without the men in my family congregating outside to examine a new "toy" brought by one of the others and testing it out. Usually, it's some kind of firearm, but there are occasions when it differs.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Confessions
Heart Attack Holiday
It should have been a day we would remember fondly for the rest of our lives. Our first Christmas together as a couple. Surrounded by my family at the lakeside vacation home of my new in-laws, I had never been so excited for a holiday get-together. Nervous as I may have been, my affairs had never been in better order.
By New Cult King3 years ago in Confessions
“I’ve seen you naked”
“you have the most beautiful eyes,” the doctor tells me as he tries to reassure my nerves while also redirecting his exam nurse; they had an uncomfortable understanding. It was my very first time crunching the paper sheets beneath my legs and wishing I could rewind to the age of 7; a time when life was basically gumdrops and lollipops.
By Greer Monroe3 years ago in Confessions
