Humanity
Flight of Shame
My husband and I were at the airport waiting for our flight to take us home. We had just spent three days with the most picturesque landscapes; God's broad strokes of color were bountiful. The vacation had rejuvenated, relaxed, and refreshed us. We were ready to go home.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins3 years ago in Confessions
The New Normal
The New “Normal” I think the most telling part of the movie Titanic was when the well to do people on the ill fated voyage were first in line for the lifeboats, believing their first class tickets entitled them to a second chance at a first choice salvation.
By Michelle Denise Milam3 years ago in Confessions
"I don't want to lose you" Then where are you?
A story of when a guarded woman let her guard down. The reason why most of the time guarded women who have been in her situations don’t do this is because they have “heard” and “saw” the worse in the opposite sex. They carry those memories of being hurt, and never really want to feel vulnerable again. This woman has been through things that most people never even think up, or listen to her as if she is over dramatizing the situations she has been through. Most listen, she usually only gives the basic details as she feels they would never believe the full truth. The thing about this woman is that she doesn’t lie about what others have put her through. She tells her story now with pride instead of shame. She speaks up and never stops because she’s been silenced, by family, by friends and by partners. She’s been called annoying for ranting on about her life. Most look at her in shock while she smiles, a nervous habit. Everyone seems to put themselves first instead of ever thinking about her. She is always there when people need her, and never gets bitter when she has to handle life . She has been there for people who constantly break her trust because she knows what it’s like to deal with everything on her own. Usually she doesn’t even ask for help anymore, she figures it out alone.
By Moon Child 3 years ago in Confessions
At War
I remember college I had a friend that asked me ‘what does it feel like to be black’? It was the first time that I had been asked, so It intrigued me. I had never thought about it consciously, but I must have thought about it subconsciously because of the metaphoric answer I gave him. I said “It feels like I’m at war”. After that day, I began to think about it more consciously. Why war? When one thinks about war, they think about fighting, guns, nuclear bombs, tanks, and death. So, how could I be at war? I’m not in the military nor am I in an armed conflict with another country or nation. But there is a conflict. In fact, there are many.
By D.j. Foreman3 years ago in Confessions
love
Those that know me personally know that I have a hard time describing my feelings. I'm not incapable of having them. If anything I feel too much about a lot of things; I've been obsessing over timeliness and patterns and trying to avoid uncomfortable scenarios for the better part of a year (along with the rest of my life) - with little success.
By Sprat3 years ago in Confessions
No One Other Than God Could Have Arranged This Uber Ride
Uber! A name that doesn't require any recognition. The company has revolutionized the taxi business across the world. I enjoyed many rides with Uber, but the one ride during the lockdown in Sept of 2020 distinctly stands-out above the rest. It's a special one for me, one that I will remember all my life.
By Kavi Kamat3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Closet Writer
I have a confession. I am a closet writer. I’m an aspiring author. I’ve written two first completed first drafts, currently on my fourth draft of one of my six novels. I write poems. I write blogs that I hesitate to put my name on and I journal.
By A.N.Tipton3 years ago in Confessions