Family
Tonight
Tonight as I laid my head down on my pillow I started to think about you. I missed you more than I have in a really long time. I needed you more than ever before. I wanted to fight the thoughts away, but I knew it must be a sign that you wanted to tell me something. So I closed my eyes and thought of you more. I laid there for an hour and all I kept hearing you say was “never give up. Keep pushing Audrey you’re stronger than this. Don’t give up now but don’t over do. Either. Take your time. You know tomorrow isn’t promised and things can change in an instant and your rushing through your life too fast. Breathe, you’re trying too hard, you’re wanting to get pleases in life but you’re not finishing the first step!”
By Audrey DeLong3 years ago in Confessions
What I learned from divorcing my parents. Top Story - June 2021.
Here is an early memory of me being a kindergartener. My mom and I were sorting recent photos and adding them to the photo album (Photo album — Wikipedia). As she flipped through the pictures, she picked out a photo of me happily posing like a bunny in front of a fancy hotel.
By Grimreapers.Ink3 years ago in Confessions
A Bitter-Sweet Knitting Victory
I remember it like it was yesterday. At the age of seven, my great grandmother (Nani) looked at me and said," you are a special young lady and you're going to be very successful no matter what path or route you take." She knew that I was creative and said that my talents would take me far in life.
By Silena Le Beau3 years ago in Confessions
What Really Matters
My mother taught me the importance of a good pair of scissors. Our livelihood depended on them. Not long after my mom and dad met, my father bought a new set of golf clubs, which came with some scraggly-looking yarn club covers. He decided he could make better ones, and said to my mom, “these could make a good business. Sew me up one.” Of course, my father didn’t know how to sew.
By Echo Roben3 years ago in Confessions
Saving memories
In creating happiness, I produce happiness through creating memories with greeting cards and other crafts. This car is a small token that I have found over the years that I truly enjoy receiving like I still have every single greeting card that green card I've ever received as an adult from birthday cards to graduation cards to Mother's Day cards to just because holiday cards. I still have all of them. I've always found value in these cards, I started trying to create cards for others.
By Chauntelle A3 years ago in Confessions
Death Bed Confessions From Someone Who Has Heard Too Many Of Them
I believe we are put into certain places to do specific things for reasons we may never grasp nor understand. Maybe even never truly accept. But we do them anyway, and it's often for a calling.
By Rick Martinez3 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Flowers
September 17th, 1998, I was 16 years old! Most kids my age were sitting around studying for their Geometry test, or better yet, gearing up for Friday's football game. As for me, well, let's just say that I was gearing up for something else entirely--Motherhood! That's right, folks! In a few short hours, I would become a teenage mom to one and a statistic to others. While I will not boggle you down with the intricate details of my life throughout those years, I will leave you with the most important facet of my life during that time...my newborn baby was born with several disabilities which rendered her a quadriplegic and blind. Before she turned one year old, her physician declared that she would not survive past 3 years of age. So there we were Bri age ten months, and me now 17 years old, with an uphill battle to climb.
By Nakia Palmer3 years ago in Confessions
Encaptivating Escapes
Like a bee drawn to the sweet nectar of a flower, I too was lured to my own symbolic flower. Each beautifully crafted petal freeing the cold metal bars of my mind into a magical intriguing world of endless adventures and experiences. I've lived countless adventures with Ramona Quimby as she so bravely endured the woes of the third grade, traveled back in time with Laura Ingalls as she battled the hot drenching summers, the relentless blizzard filled winters, I've tasted the savory made from scratch buttered biscuits, the mouth watering blueberry pies that Mrs. Ingalls so diligently prepared for her family. My heart ached as I was encaptivated within the pages of "Roll of thunder, here my cry" as I experienced first hand, the racism that Cassie and her loved ones had to endure daily throughout their lives. I cried with the Big Ma and Cassie's father as they watched the land their grandfather had worked so hard for years to buy, burn to the ground. R.L. Stine took me on tours through nightmarish and unbelievable adventures. I've visited haunted houses and theme parks, met an evil talking dummy named Slappy, and even been chased by a mummy that was somehow cursed. Those countless adventures, laughs, and screams are somethings I hold dear to my heart, and I am so grateful I was able to experience them.
By Jennifer Allen3 years ago in Confessions
Dušica for SOUL
I was in my freshman year at the University. I majored in theater but this was my first film audition ever. I inhaled deeply, I walked into the room knowing I’m animated and big, probably too big for the excruciating eye of the camera and spotted the director, who reminded me of a hamster, with his full cheeks. I plopped on the chair and just felt grateful that I was able to be in the room. That I was invited. I took another deep breath and listened carefully. The director approached waving his hands uncontrollably, I could see he was nervous too. “The story is about a young couple. They’re in love, and they just had a baby. I don’t want to reveal too much but the baby at the end… Well, it's not a happy ending.”
By Tjasa 3 years ago in Confessions
Dušica for SOUL
I was in my freshman year at the University. I majored in theater but this was my first film audition ever. I inhaled deeply, I walked into the room knowing I’m animated and big, probably too big for the excruciating eye of the camera and spotted the director, who reminded me of a hamster, with his full cheeks. I plopped on the chair and just felt grateful that I was able to be in the room. That I was invited. I took another deep breath and listened carefully. The director approached waving his hands uncontrollably, I could see he was nervous too. “The story is about a young couple. They’re in love, and they just had a baby. I don’t want to reveal too much but the baby at the end… Well, it's not a happy ending.”
By Tjasa 3 years ago in Confessions