Family
Recovery... isn't linear
This last week has been challenging for me and my family. Deadlines are coming up. Questions have been left unanswered. We are still transitioning from a recent change that put us back in survival mode, but we are on our way back to thriving mode.
By Adora Hoopera day ago in Confessions
I Let Everyone Believe I Skipped Her Wedding Out of Spite. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
AI disclosure: This story was written with the assistance of Claude (Anthropic), an AI writing tool. For six years, my entire family has believed I missed my sister's wedding because I was jealous of her.
By Seb Jaa4 days ago in Confessions
The Mind of a Forgetful
We've all been there at some point in our lives: you walk into the kitchen to get something out of the refrigerator, open the door, and can't remember what you went looking for in the first place. Imagine things like this happening repeatedly on a daily basis. That is my forever problem, and for the life of me, I cannot get used to it.
By ChezaLuna10 days ago in Confessions
The Morning My Gut Told Me Something Was Wrong
My wife and I live in a row of duplexes. Here, everybody's kids end up playing in everybody's yard at some point. I know which kid belongs to which house, their parents by name, and which ones aren't supposed to leave the yard without a grown-up watching. I’m aware of my living environment like that.
By Dadson Wanjohi 23 days ago in Confessions
The Conversation I Didn't Know I Needed With Josh
Josh has been my workmate for a couple of years now. He’s one of those guys who quietly became a real friend at some point, and I looked back and went, "hang on a minute, he's a proper mate" well after the fact. My car died on the side of the road once in the middle of nowhere and he drove twenty miles to come and pick me up.
By Dadson Wanjohi 24 days ago in Confessions
Surprise!
Dad was great at playing innocent and feigning ignorance of anything he did wrong. Anything he ever did paled in comparison to one particular weekend. In later years, I thought about those days, and our naiveté seemed astounding. We were so blinded by fear of Dad that we took everything he said at face value. It was better not to argue, so we didn’t. Not questioning him taught us some bitter lessons.
By Alexandra Grant25 days ago in Confessions
I'm Not Nice . Top Story - August 2026.
I remember the first time a man threatened me with violence because I hurt his ego. I was thirteen or so. One of my aunts, a sweet soul, had divorced her husband and gradually taken a new one. He was nice at first, charming. Most of the family bought it, at first. Gradually the layers of his smile peeled back until we all saw his rotten core. And, us children, we saw it first.
By Laura Lannabout a month ago in Confessions
