Secrets
That One Day in the Field
Two acres was the minimum needed to own land in the part of the county where I grew up. Our neighbors had 10 acres, 20, and the area across the “street” was thousands of acres and uninhabited because it was part of a vast well field that supplied water to a big city an hour south of us. We were secluded and may not have had the same kind of fun as the other kids in our small-town school had. We certainly didn’t go trick-or-treating, watch cable, or go to the movies.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Masquerading Writer
I’ve been writing for over 20 years. Yet I still feel like I’m a masquerading writer—never good enough and always pretending that I belong. I pretended that I belonged in the group of all those professional writers who’ve been successful in their writing journeys.
By J.M. Troppello5 years ago in Confessions
CONQUERING TARHEELS
It’s a few hours before game time. The Evil Empire of the ACC has already descended upon the small village of Clemson. The blue bloods, college basketball royalty: The Tarheels. The invaders have pillaged our small town for the last seven years.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
I Confess My Name is not Really Vittoria Speranza
“An honest confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation.” – Thomas Dewar I agree that confession is good for the soul. It felt good to start using a nom de plume. However, it feels even better to confess that I’m not who you think I am.
By J.M. Troppello5 years ago in Confessions
A small life
The insecurities started as a teenager, I was maybe 15 when I realized I was kind of small. Also, it was about the time I started to understand the ridicule and all the jokes about big verses small. For some reason it affected me hard. It might have also been that the first girl I was with, she said I was the smallest she was ever with. It was a horrible feeling and it made me lose myself to video games, It's where I mind my solitude.
By arron taylor5 years ago in Confessions
All the Questions
Dream on, I was so imaginative, a real-life fantasy, living completely in my head. I was making myself feel it for you, even while being far away from you in the distance measured between us. I could feel all of it, hot and heavy, in my god damn chest. For real.
By S R H _ L O U I S E 5 years ago in Confessions
Throwing Out The Labels
I saw this post recently on Facebook, and I couldn't agree more. Most days, I regret saying anything about being polyamorous when I decided to tell the world two years ago. Although it is my truth, and I had been living this way from the beginning, there is something to be said about not having to say anything, and just being.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Confessions
I'm never going to NOT have anxiety - and that's okay.
I remember being awake for hours in bed at night when I was just six years old. Intrusive thoughts running through my mind, begging me to replay each possible tragedy it could comprehend happening in my life.
By B.K HUTCHEON5 years ago in Confessions
What I learned battling covid with a severe disability
In November of 2020 I was devastated to learn I had developed diabetes at just 33 years old. Even though it was the beginning of the pandemic my doctor told me I had to be admitted to hospital. I face a few things with fear because I already have a disability called cerebral palsy. Just walking was difficult, painful and very tiring. At this point in my life I was using a walker and had to use personal support workers every morning to shower and get dressed. My life was already very stressful, isolating and depressing. I had few friends, and I never left my apartment.
By Julia Stellings5 years ago in Confessions
