Family
When Secrets Collide (Emphasizes the clash between infidelity and reality)
Rain lashed against the bookstore window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor wash of grey. Inside, Clara, nestled amongst towering shelves, felt a pang of claustrophobia that mirrored the secret suffocating her. Her phone buzzed, a silent notification on the screen. It was a single word: "Meet me. Usual."
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Confessions
What Did I Learn From My First Love?
My first love taught me... Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts My first husband taught me about the love between a man and a woman. I was young, a teen but I understood clearly what that was when I met him. I was 15 when I met him and he was 21 years old. He was one of my best friends' older brother.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Confessions
"Echoes of Love: Navigating Turbulent Paths and Unspoken Truths"
The story begins on a serene Sunday morning eight years ago, within the walls of a grand church adorned with stained glass windows and echoing hymns. It was a congregation bustling with life, diverse in its assembly yet unified in spirit. As I took my seat amidst the rows of polished wooden pews, little did I know that this seemingly ordinary day would mark the beginning of a journey filled with love, complexities, and unforeseen twists of fate.
By Jonathan Strydes2 years ago in Confessions
The price to pay for our ignorance
In the age of technology, education has never been more accessible, and I think it’s only going to become more so and possibly get to the point where we get injected knowledge directly into our brains. That will be an interesting outcome actually, less work for us knowing things and more time to apply that knowledge to do the things we like, but we are not there yet, so I’ll talk about the reality as it stands.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Bound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Psychological theories of relationship
Have you ever thought? Every relationship begins with everyone prioritizing their spouse, and they will yell at us if we say something wrong. Nowadays, it’s quite easy to find a companion, but it’s uncommon to stay in a relationship for a long time. Let’s talk about the psychology of a captivating and connected relationship between science and love. Let’s go into psychological theories, where each realization leads us one step closer to discovering the secret of happy relationships.
By Test2 years ago in Confessions
The easy way out
One fact I wish more people knew about is just how lazy their brains are, especially when it comes to analyzing events and drawing conclusions. Our brains will always seek the easiest solution to avoid having to do a lot of work purposefully so to save on energy, time and resources. What this means is that in every occasion we have to make use of our willpower to push our brains not to limit itself to the basic conclusion but to go beyond.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Quality Time: A Gathering With Loved Ones.
What's your favorite area in your living space and why? by Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts This took me a while to decide. I spend a whole lot of time in my office. A spare bedroom that has a Murphy bed that is used on occasion, otherwise it is my office space set up just exactly how I like it! It has the equipment and storage space, I need and want.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Confessions
