Secrets
He's Not Your Dad
I didn't have the best relationship with my dad, for a variety of reasons I do not want to discuss in this story. However, I want to bravely touch on a touchy subject that upset me for decades, and because I still believe that I should stand up for him in this case, because my dad is extremely unwell, and this cut like a knife after everything I have already been through.
By Carol Ann Townend3 days ago in Confessions
The Things That Creep Me Out . Top Story - October 2026.
Honestly, there isn’t a whole lot that creeps me out. I can hold most bugs in my hand as long as no stingers or pinchers, observing them with curiosity. No problem. Snakes, (the harmless ones of course!) don’t really bother me either. I’m more fascinated by them than anything. Most spiders don’t phase me either. Isn’t their web spinning and craftsmanship fascinating by the way?
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Confessions
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Listen to Cheated Hearts. by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. There is a specific, sickening frequency to being done dirty by someone you trusted. It isn’t just a simple disagreement; it is a profound violation that completely rewrites the reality of the space you inhabit.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Confessions
Red Flag Rage
Red Flags lay over the front yard; not sure as to why. The air was still. It welcomed me in with a blank smile. I shrugged it off as I met my mother, who raised me from afar for the first time. She was WARM and BRIGHT. She welcomed me into her arms, just like a long-lost daughter. I had found where I was supposed to be, maybe finding myself for the first time in years. Someone who treated me like her own, though she'd never met me before. She always called me daughter regardless.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a month ago in Confessions
The best flight I've ever had
I’ve never been particularly confident or brave about approaching women. In fact, with pretty much any woman I’ve ever dated or been intimate with, I needed a clear sign that she was interested before I’d make any kind of approach. Usually, I’d need triple confirmation.
By D-Donohoeabout a month ago in Confessions
Mirror, Mirror. You Liar!. Top Story - October 2026.
At fifty-eight, I have more years behind me than ahead. That fear grips me sometimes, maybe more times than I care to admit. Midlife crisis aside, I find myself trying to hold on to something I can’t quite put my fingers on. I don’t look my age at all—a genetic blessing from the Italian heritage I am fortunate to have—but I look in the mirror and see the years of my life written on my face in wrinkle font. I don’t see them on my face, not that I have none. I see the wrinkles in my soul. Everyone has them.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Confessions
