Humanity
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 Hooper2 months 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 ChezaLuna2 months ago in Confessions
The Color of the Water Bottle: What We See When We Look at Two Women Walking
The Color of the Water Bottle A street photo shows two young women. One wears shorts. The other wears black workout clothes. Each carries a water bottle. One bottle is white, the other black. The shutter clicks. Then the sorting starts.
By Jin2 months ago in Confessions
Wealth
If there was a word for the life that we are meant to live then that word would probably be something long and complicated. If instead we focused on only what made us happy, the word would probably be small and easy. The things that bring us peace in life aren't long and convoluted. They don't cost extravegant amounts of money. Money makes life easier in some ways but it does not bring happiness all on its own.
By Brooke Moran2 months ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001, I was flying over the East Coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two-week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
The Undertow. Top Story - September 2026.
I remember distinctly getting caught in the under tow when I was little. I want to say that I was around six years old and it was at the ocean. Growing up in CT we often got up early on saturday mornings and would all go off to one ocean or another. I had heard of the under tow, even my absent minded parents warned us like all other children were warned.
By Brooke Moran2 months ago in Confessions
Beach Canaries
Introduction This is another story on Seven Days In that is getting a lot of attention, and I noticed most of my recent fiction has been quite dark, and I wanted something that wasn't dark so this is a placeholder that will not disturb anyone.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
I Used to Think I Had to Grovel. Then I Saw the Elevator.
A sheet of red‑headed paper was posted on the cafeteria bulletin board. The housing allocation list. Chi Dawei looked for his name from the bottom up—second‑to‑last row, north‑facing, twelve square metres. He finished reading, said nothing, and turned to get hot water. Tea leaves floated on the surface; he blew on them three times before he drank. Someone nearby called out, "Dawei, where did you get?" He answered, "Fine. Quiet."
By Jin2 months 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 2 months ago in Confessions
