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Eight Things I Miss About Childhood
The older I get, the more nostalgic I get for the times when I lived at home with my parents and sister and didn’t have many obligations or worries. Looking back with rosy pink glasses, everything seemed so much better, easier, and fun.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
Never Meant to Be Sent: Angry Letter to My Old Boss
Dear -----, It's been more than a year since I worked for you. I spent three years of my life under your nose. I'm still angry at you. I decided writing a letter that you'll never read might help me to get over you.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Confessions
An Ode to My Youth
As my 25th birthday looms, I can't help but think about all the time I spent dreaming as a kid. Fixating on all the issues in the world that I would never have any direct control over. The countless hours I spent with my iPod Nano playing the melodies that would later launch me into moments of deep nostalgia. As the remnants of my childhood self start to fade and I evolve into this girl woman who aims to take the world by storm.
By Loraina Calderon4 years ago in Confessions
Cheater
I’m cheating on my husband. Two nights a week I wait until my husband leaves before I meet my love at the scheduled time. My husband is a professor and often needs to attend evening events at the University. I await those nights with anticipation. As daylight falls, I prepare and serve dinner, clean up the dishes and tell my husband how wonderful he is for working so hard and supporting our family. I breathe a sigh of relief as he finally walks out the door, coming back one more time because he’s forgotten something; his glasses, his wallet, his keys. He always forgets something. And he always comes back.
By Marilyn Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
Day 1095.
Day 1. I speak only Czech. In Canada, I am mute. In Canada, the words I have spoken for the last twelve years have no meaning. English takes up space on the radio while the water boils for tea. In the elevator while the old woman trains her eyes on the numbers and mumbles quietly to herself. On the bus to ESL school where girls my age spill secrets behind cupped hands into each other’s ears. I do not understand. I feel erased.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Confessions
My Mother Has Taught Me To Live In Fear, But I Am Not Scared Anymore
My mother has taught me many things. One of them was to live in fear. For years agoraphobia has lingered somewhere in the background of my life, trying to keep me down as part of my general anxiety disorder. The cause of agoraphobia remains unclear but it is believed that a major role plays in environmental factors.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Men Can Be Victims of Abuse, Too
There is a culture of shame around experiencing and reporting abuse, particularly when it relates to intimate partner relationships. According to the CDC, nearly half of all women and men report being the victims of psychological abuse and intimidation, and I suspect those numbers are underreported. Society still tries to justify the victim's role in the abuse, which discourages speaking out.
By Kyra Bussanich4 years ago in Confessions
Watching Seinfeld for the first time
Sometimes, more often than not, living in this hectic, Pandemic driven world, where everyone is coming and going without interacting—where the fear and the pain and sadness is pervading every aspect of society, I just need a break.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Confessions
This Time of Year Makes ME F#$%^ng Sad
This time of year makes me fucking sad. I know it’s about God and Jesus' birthday or at least that’s what we were told, right? It’s not about Santa Claus and naughty lists, Target Runs, and fancy trees. It’s about consumerism and Black Friday and I hate it.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
In My Spare Time I Find Dead Bodies
With a title like that yes, let me clarify. I do a lot of things in my "spare time," outside of my home business when there is any time left over which is usually in the wee hours of the morning or in the evening. I do contract work as a Writer, work on my next books, plan my next art exhibit, do some Life Coaching (I am also a Rec Therapist), while I also do Readings. Not as in the kind at a book launch thought there will be those in the future but the the kind on the intuitive level, for the lack of a better work "psychic readings." I can feel the eye rolling already. It's not my preferred word and though my work at this is fairly low-key it won't always be.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Confessions
