Secrets
Minimalism
Imma tell you right now; this tale wont be fancy, it wont be cute. Its full of angst and anxiety. I moved in with my boyfriend, oh excuse me "partner" is that better? A year and half ago. When my daughter and I moved in we had a car full of stuff and that is it. Partly due to extreme circumstances but mostly because I am ok not having a lot of stuff. Good thing since my...ahem...partner is the opposite.
By Candace Gomez5 years ago in Confessions
That Time I Saw Something I Could Not Explain
When I was young, we lived near a highway life was hustling and bustling. I saw a bus wreck, hit-and-run, several trucks overturned and was awakened in the middle of the night countless times to broken down drivers needing to use the phone to get help all of this at the ripe old age of Six.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
I am me
Growing up is hard to do when you're from the south and the only color you are allowed to be is black. Everyone in Mississippi is your cousin or your cousin’s friend which makes them your cousin by default.I went to a Baptist church where my uncle was the preacher and my entire family made up the congregation with those big Sunday hats, Obama hand fans and judgemental side eyes because auntie Sheila knows she wore that dress last week.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
Life
It was a dark and stormy night, on the road there was a car with the headlight on making sure that no accident would behold on them. Seeing this shiny silken pavement started to remind him of his desire to be with his soulmate that was miles across an ocean that he knew he had to go to her. On this same night he packed his suitcase and headed down a pathway he may never return from with his desires he wanted to show his girl, getting closer and closer to the airport, thinking to himself thank the heaven I will reach my beloved soon to caress her face and hold her tight and never let go of her.
By Jo-Ann Therrien5 years ago in Confessions
Zippo
My dad was a pipe smoker. Do not know if people smoke pipes anymore. Googled it and there seem many options. I must not travel in the right circles if I even have a circle. Not a very healthy habit and dad would invariably fall asleep, pipe lit, and a smoldering bit of tobacco would fall on his shirt, much to my mother’s chagrin. Many shirts found their way to the rag pile as a result. My dad used Zippo lighters to keep his pipe lit. Most of my father’s life was spent in Rochester, NY on what I fondly refer to as the wrong side of Lake Ontario. This is a view shared by many of my fellow Upstate brethren living in Watertown, or Syracuse. In the winter, and most of the rest of the time, the wind howls from the northwest, from Canada, across the lake, bringing the most unpleasant and uncertain weather. One element is certain. It is always windy. Specific to the Zippo, its claim to fame is its windscreen that helps it stay lit. The Zippo is an engineering marvel, American ingenuity at its best. My dad had at least four that I can remember.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Confessions
Knitting in Coffeehouses as the Sun Goes Down
I love to knit in coffeeshops after work. My work is done in my quiet apartment, usually alone. I write hoping I will create a narrative that will resonate with someone. Reading chapters and writing papers for my graduate classes until my quiet apartment becomes oppressive and stifling.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
Not looking for validation, just your love.
I never thought I would ever tell you about this, not something I have ever told anyone, for the fear of losing you and being judged. This is quite difficult to put into words, one of the biggest regrets I will ever have, and one of the stupidest things I have ever done. Well... here goes nothing... I hope by the end of this, you will not hate me nor look at me differently... I'm sorry for having been inconsiderate in doing it, I wasn't thinking. One of the only times in my life when I felt lonely, deep in my thoughts, but never thinking of how this would have affected anyone. The only time I felt selfish, only considering my feelings and what would make me feel better. I am rambling, in fear that I will be judged by you, but here it goes.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
Modeling, Sex and Money
Fiction. When I was 15 years old my cousin came to stay with us for a week. She was from Texas and we lived in Reseda, Ca. She is the daughter of my Mothers sister. We had only met once before when I was around 12 years old when we went to Austin. She was so beautiful but I never kept in touch with her.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
