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I Didn’t Feel Like a Real Writer Until I Became a Mom
Imposter syndrome is a bitch and for a long time, it ran the show. I was writing for a news outlet—getting paid to write—and still didn’t believe I was a “real” writer. The title didn’t matter. The bylines didn’t matter. Something in me still felt like I was faking it. Like I was playing dress-up in someone else’s dream.
By Carolina Borges8 months ago in Confessions
Just Keep Talking .... Dont Keep It Hidden
Introduction This just popped up in my Seven Days In Top Twenty, and I think it contains some interesting concepts, but I still won't reveal the secret. I suppose this is part confessional, but ten years ago I was going to see various friends and tomorrow I am going to see friends and family, including Harry whom I have not seen since the nineteen seventies.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA9 months ago in Confessions
The Shopping List
Author’s Note: A shopping list might seem like a simple thing, but it often carries all the small balances we try to keep in life — between what we want, what we need, and what we dream of. This poem is a lighthearted reflection of my own everyday choices, sprinkled with a bit of humor and honesty.
By Henrik Hageland9 months ago in Confessions
Did I tell you this already?
I’m out of ideas. Except for this idea, I guess, to write about it. It sobers one when the mind goes its merry way, never bothering to take stock of current inventory so as it can provide hints and subject matter as required in functioning society.
By Marie McGrath10 months ago in Confessions
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous - gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Confessions
Life, Death and Onions
The familiar blend of Victorian and modern architecture shifts my thoughts between past and present. Craning up at the glass tower where my wife lies in pain and uncertainty, I wonder what might come next in this continuing period drama. As I enter, the warm disinfectant air hits my nostrils and I drift back twenty years. My very first day as a hospital Porter …
By Simon Aylward10 months ago in Confessions
I Deserve Better
Recently, I had someone tell me that they thought I was in a relationship with someone. When I let them know that I wasn’t, they were shocked by it. Anytime anyone asks me this, they assume that since some people find me attractive that I am automatically supposed to be in a committed relationship. Then I often get asked why I am not making love my main priority.
By Anthony LaMont11 months ago in Confessions
Where's the Pony?
”Write what you know.” That is so simple. It’s true. Simple. Real. But what if? What if everything you knew to be true just, just… isn’t anymore? If all you were certain of dissolves into space dust and dream fragments and nothing seems true?
By Judey Kalchik 11 months ago in Confessions
The Rebellious Spirit of a Brown Girl
I belong to India where a lot of expectations are placed on brown girls. It entails carrying the burden of the "good girl" stereotype all the time. Society expects me to prioritize other people's viewpoints over my own, frequently at the expense of my goals and ambitions. It is rebellion to defend myself. Even if it costs me to respect people who are trying to destroy my life, I must keep quiet and listen. A girl already had so much pressure the day she was born. But what about the boys? Brown girls are always instructed to sit properly, not laugh loudly, not talk to boys and always be docile and soft. Why is a girl's gender the requirement to clean the house or be in the kitchen?
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Confessions
Love, Lana
Dear Aunty Lana, I wanted to write a letter to you letting you know how much I love and appreciate you and everything that you have been in my life. You gave me some of the best memories of my life going back to when I was just a baby. From spending time with you at our family reunions to coming to California to visit the whole family for the summer. Our memories are timeless.
By Joe Patterson12 months ago in Confessions
