Self-help
Not That Woman
I was always enamored by Mary Kay ladies and the women at church potlucks. They were always pressed and perfumed, powdered and primped- like Lucy & Desi’s neighbors had walked out of the screen. Even then, they were a bit old-fashioned. But that Doris Day, Barbie aesthetic was powerful. It was reinforced by the Girl Scout Den Mother, who smelled like Aqua Net and Pine-Sol. The tidiest, prettiest ladies were the most listened to. They could walk for days in high heels and A-line skirts, then wash dishes in frilly aprons without breaking stride.
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Chapters
The Rooster Who Would Not Be Quiet!
Imagine waking up in a village where every corner hums with life. Children laugh in the streets, neighbors greet one another in song, the kettle whistles cheerfully, and music spills out of windows like sunlight. This was La Paz—a place as colorful in sound as it was in spirit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman6 months ago in Chapters
Stop Trying to Please Everyone at Work
The Problem with Being ‘Too Nice’ Many people believe that being nice at work will automatically lead to better relationships, smoother teamwork, and more opportunities. While kindness is essential, being overly agreeable can backfire. Psychologists warn that constantly putting others’ needs above your own can make you appear insincere, undermine your authority, and even create burnout.
By Lucy watson6 months ago in Chapters
Mike Savage’s Favourite Spots in New Canaan
New Canaan, Connecticut, is more than just a picturesque town — it’s a vibrant community where history blends seamlessly with modern charm. For Michael Savage, a prominent figure known for his passion for collecting and cultivating culture, New Canaan is home. His favourite spots around town highlight the unique character of this place, from hidden gems to renowned landmarks.
By Mike Savage New Canaan6 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 1
Years ago, returning from Europe, I was stopping over in Dubai airport. Exploring the cavernous terminal, I found myself needlessly gliding along a travelator, when something abruptly commanded my attention. Drifting across my field of vision, like a cloud blocking the sun in an otherwise vacant sky, was a group of guys draped in flowing white robes. Clad in black and sporting a large, messy afro, I was the shade behind the cloud. On the outside, we shared no resemblance.
By S. J. Leahy6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 3
There is a weight heavier than grief .. The weight of shame you were never meant to carry. After the dust of my divorce had settled and I’d begun to find my footing, I noticed something lurking beneath my progress. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t fear.
By Yvey Essen6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom
The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket - but the kind that echoes. The kind that reminds you of absence. The kind that sits across from you at the dinner table and dares you to say something. Anything.
By Yvey Essen6 months ago in Chapters
“The Room with No Name”
She walked into the room like a question begging to be answered. Barefoot, half-robed, skin tasting of lavender and doubt. Her name was Elizabeth — soft lips, storm eyes, and a tension in her step that betrayed everything she tried to hide.
By Randolphe Tanoguem7 months ago in Chapters








