Family
Two Parents. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge. Top Story - March 2024.
My father was two people stitched tightly together into the same body. Allen was every hallmark of a great father. A parent that took time to notice the small things his children adored. He invested energy into every hobby I picked up. Promptly, he bought me the books and tools to make it flourish. We would problem solve together how to construct my next idea. I would bring him elaborate plans that I had drawn out and done the math on. He would double check it then off to the porch we would go to build it. I was an artist, a crafter, a writer, sculpture, builder, and reader. I was anything and everything my creative mind yearned to be.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Confessions
My Biggest Hero: My Mother
If someone were to ask me who has been the biggest inspiration in my life since the day I was born they would without hesitation get the name Ruby Lee Spencer as the response. Ruby is my mother and for Women’s History Month I wanted to write a tribute to her for how she inspired my entire life.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Confessions
This Is What We Talk About When We Talk About Children
I hesitate to say this – because it sounds disloyal to my wife, even to my dear, departed mother – but I honestly feel that I didn’t know what love was until I became a father. The intensity of emotion aroused by that squalling creature who – let’s face it – could not have picked me out of a line-up, pierced me more deeply than anything I’d ever experienced before. Above all, I was shattered by this realization: “I would die for this person.”
By Andy Waddell3 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Depression with Cooking and Prayer
I was trapped in a vicious cycle of depression, a silent enemy that robbed me of joy and hope. Every day was a struggle, and every night was a nightmare. I felt worthless, hopeless, and helpless. I tried to hide my pain behind a mask of smiles, but inside, I was falling apart.
By BizBas 3 years ago in Confessions
A Rose 🌹 is a Rose 🥀 is a Rose 💐
I say with quite an unswerving conviction that whatever form of posterity love ❤️ takes through me , it surely draws upon a wide variety . It’s range extends into similes, metaphors and as well into parodies, with underpinnings that make me tantalizingly closer to love more than any. It whispers sweet nothings as in verses carelessly spreading in sprees. Intently so, its Provence alongside its piercings, underlie in the following:Disclosure—Dear reader, this then, above all the deep down revelations, dares in exacting ( rather perfecting it, here and now,) the didactical tonal cleaves of love; vaunting nor wailing to the end of this excessive. To that, bear me in peace!And as is, it equals to—me celebrating you in me, as originally as can be. Indubitably so, for my sort of poetic utterances, perhaps landing more fairly, (now more than ever, ) over your eyes, to envision —WHITE brighter than bright , as in peace 🕊️. Though it may not be precisely clear but here comes a verse field of emotion depicting love as I view it …Love can be crafty, Love can be sweet, So is ,Such is , Said of it ! And as is, What is, Sung of it Blessed ‘re verses which sail on it For Love—so requited, thrills on it…Lingering bold, as a warmth in folds,Showing it’s worth in the winnings of it, And by all it’s means, and all by itself —-Oft bestowing a solace astride,For every need longing on it Over fostered fires, evoking extinct desiresAs well —to see, what comes of it With spirited fervors, inlaid —lovelier, as spring —forever, basks on it Yet, we make it sure, to be so assured,and still wonder—-What c’d be truly made of it ?!In hiding more, but feeling more than hunger pure, than must we speak —bold—of it For o’er the glints , it glitters in gold,As sun-dews subtly whisper on it And to think of an hour,in that crush of a minute,who will be it … harboring—still on it ?!For many a shades, in colors so made As guilds of golds grace on it This is how amazing, love can feel Witnessing it’s woes;so mended , so blended, With smoothness so stitched—As accents to linger deep on itNot seeing how, but in the graces so pureit sews — as a suture,with all it’s cures,fixing hurt that’s likely to come by—While despair decides to pass on it And as is , was as, is the case of itNeither was it mum nor can it be meek Forth in wanting,it’s always so sleek Sometimes bending, all on it’s knees, and other times falling and howling —head over heelsOh! But all’s so sweet , it’s just so complete So be it ! So be it! As we think of it, Becoz, It does it’s all, in tricks so called;Befallen for the most part, is the beauty of it !
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Confessions
How would you guarantee peace?
Peace is a very sensitive state which takes just the slightest wrong action to trigger a set of events which will eventually lead to its destruction. It doesn’t take much to disrupt peace; a wrong look, a misunderstanding, an unfunny joke etc. Don’t get carried away, in this article I am not talking about how to maintain peace between two nations, that's way too big of a scale and way too complex a problem. I am talking about how to maintain peace at your very own tiny scale, the peace between your friends, your relatives or simply in your neighborhood.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Ten Things About Me
Ten Facts About Me As much as I enjoy creating my content from my imagination, sometimes it is nice to take a brief break and do one of these viral prompts. I don’t consider myself to be a very interesting person, so we will see how this goes. We all have our own unique stories to tell and we each do it in our own ways.
By Sarah Tagert3 years ago in Confessions
What is Love?
What is Love? The world searches for it, yet barely anyone finds it. The difference in the types can also be seen from family to lovers. We all search for that Love and acceptance of others. Some just do not have a healthy family, leading to choosing the wrong mates. Yet it is ingrained in our very nature to seek this same thing. From the beginning, humanity wanted Love and to avoid disappointment. I am no different from the others in finding belonging in family and the outside world. It is strange to sit back and watch others in their many relationships. However, more personal experience is needed to ensure everything is correct. I have watched the relationships in my family and of those around me. It is interesting to see how successful marriages looked like my parents and grandparents have had. I have seen some toxic relationships with family and friends also. Yet even watching the crime shows have shown all the red flags to look at as a warning. Then, to see messed up people even having a loving relationship is also so interesting.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Confessions
Dejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queen’s crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other men’s decisions and desires.
By Cadma3 years ago in Confessions
Shame on me
Shame on me My name is Jessica, a 30-year-old woman. I broke up with my child's father a few months ago even though he takes good care of our child. I decided to call him here Frank. I met another guy over nine months ago and we immediately hit it off. Here is where my story began.
By MON YEN 3 years ago in Confessions
