Family
Ok, I have a confession to make
I don't like my child on most days. Three out of Four days she is great, the other days, she is tolerable if she's lucky. That's not to say I don't like her generally, I do and of course I love her more than anything (even when I want to squeeze her face). But, my preteen, rolling eyed, attitude wheeling, know all, YouTube obsessed emo is grinding my gears in more ways than one. (Shout out to Family Guy fans).
By Kayleigh Taylor4 years ago in Confessions
I'm Hard to Love
Sometimes people can be quite in love with each other but just not good for one another. I've reflected on that thought quite often for being only 23-years-old. Sometimes problems just seem to stack up in a relationship and neither person can figure out which way to turn. At least that's how I feel. Sometimes two people can hold so much love for one another but just are not good for each other.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
As Cancer Takes Another Victim
It feels like walking through a long tunnel with no lights, tripping over every rock, surfaced roots, and patch of uneven ground you could possibly run into. You know where you are at, but you're not fully aware of where you're going, and you have absolutely no idea when you are going to get there. Cancer is the road often traveled but not often understood, especially for those who have never experienced it.
By Tyler Sunde4 years ago in Confessions
Where I Belong
“When you’re a mixed race, you get the best of both worlds,” they said. They said that and they meant it. I’m not going to waste a second trying to imply that that isn’t true, either. There’s so much beauty and difference that is so worth embracing, so much to be proud of, and it would be a mistake to let the building blocks to our identity slip through our fingers. The problem is every good thing comes with a catch, I’m sure everyone has learned that by now someway or another, and for this situation it’s that you get the worst of both worlds too.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of the Mad - Installment Seven
4 October 2021 Someone broke into my car and couldn’t get it started, but they were able to manage to break our car. Maybe it has something to do with the ignition, who knows. They also stole my husband’s glasses and left the case. If you’re going to take glasses, at least don’t scratch them. Sometimes it feels like we are being targeted.
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Confessions
My First Experience with Birth Trauma
My first experience with birth trauma ---- In that in between grey of early morning, I finished up packing and eagerly left with my fiance' of the time. His father drove us to the hospital. I was going to meet my baby girl that day. My sweet baby girl. Everything I had endured with my "fiance" would be worth it as soon as I met my baby girl, right?
By Jenna Rae Mueller 4 years ago in Confessions
Johnny Carson's Monologue
My mom passed away from cancer in 2013. I think of her everyday. Memories come unbidden, often bittersweet. The bad ones not associated with the cancer involve me being a callous, angst-ridden teenager, causing the poor, dear woman so much anxiety; but even those aren't bad, because when I look back, I can see how genuinely she loved me. She put up with me. She tried to get through to me. She never gave up on me.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Confessions
Drunk Housewife Stereotype
I remember the days when I lived with an American host family and saw my host mum slowly falling deeper and deeper into depression and alcoholism. I remember feeling bad for her but also kind of judging her. She was successful, wealthy, and had a beautiful home in the capital city of the United States of America. I kept on asking myself... When did she get so pathetic? Funny, I felt like I was better.
By Martyna Dearing4 years ago in Confessions
Psst, You, Yes, You
My mother had a lot of quirks, but she was also an unlikely repository of excellent advice served up as snappy bits of home-spun wisdom. One of her best tidbits was if something feels off, it’s because it’s off. That was her way of saying that when the voices in your head start talking, you better start listening.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Confessions
The Ignominious Jell-O Debacle
To a grandchild, a grandparent is an incredible and wonderful being. It is as if everything their grandparent touches is magic. Their recipes are secret and special. Part of the magic is that you do not know the ingredients used in them, as my brother and I have recently discovered.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
