Embarrassment
The Joke was on me
Mystery packages thrill me I grew up in a rural area where our mail came to the post office which was about 2 and 1/2 blocks from our home. A few neighbors had actual mail boxes on the side of the road but most of us poor black and white folk used the post office. I loved walking there each day on behalf of my grandmother and peering through the small glass window of box number 64. I would turn the combination dial and the little glass door would open and I would get to take out whatever was inside.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
How Boy Bands Saved My Life
I don’t remember much about my childhood anymore. I think I was happy, mostly. Except even then I sobbed whenever I made a mistake, a foreshadowing of the anxiety disorder I would one day develop, so deeply consuming that it would haunt me in everything I went. Around puberty, I started to crumble. There were many reasons, not the least being simple biology. My parents fought frequently and I needed something to drown them out, to help me escape for a moment. I needed to be able to find peace in the chaos of my house. I needed to find freedom.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Confessions
A Sort Of Problem. Top Story - November 2022.
Introduction I recently wrote a piece setting myself a task to create a fiction that was entirely positive. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did, and the story I am talking about is at the end of this one. So what is my problem?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
The Two-Week Plan
I wonder about how we make friends. Peter Ustinov said that friends are not the ones you pick; they are the ones who simply got there first. Others believe that friendship is deeper than any love affair can be. People often regret losing a friend more than a lover.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
The possum War
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”
By D-Donohoe3 years ago in Confessions
Turning Weaknesses into Strenghts
Turning weaknesses into strengths is what I urge you to do, and that’s what I’m doing with these posts, or rather, these random thoughts foisted as scientific truths. You know Mina and the late Battisti who never showed up for their own reasons? Well, the more they were hidden, the more their cachet increased. Now, I’m neither Mina nor Battisti, I also have a tin ear, but I think that, maybe, being holed up, communicating only through a blog, can help me build a “mysterious and intriguing” character capable of dazzling readers. Yes … yes, right. In the meantime, I try, because it is the only thing I can do. Do it too, transform your shyness into reserve, your fear into modesty, your silence into grace, into sensitivity, into intuition. Outside there are many noises and you, on the other hand, gather in the center of yourself to listen to the music of the heart. (Violins in the background.)
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Confessions
