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Problems at Work
Sunday, March 17th I know I have been extremely honest about having epilepsy and the types of things I face due to having it. However, something I've never truly dealt with in the workplace happened just a few days ago.
Rene PetersPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsInherited Fear: Roots of My Anxiety
I feel fear in my chest. It runs through me like a cold current. I feel it in my throat. It chokes me, thins my voice, and strangles my spirit.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsThe Exception
Adelaide took a sip of her caramel flavored coffee before she let out a sigh and placed the cup back onto the table. She looked across the chestnut colored table at Lisa who was watching her with curiosity. This was their ritual. Every Monday evening they came to this same corner diner and talked about Adelaide’s life. Most nights the conversation centered around the trials and tribulations of Adelaide’s all-too-often chaotic love life, but tonight was different.
Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)Published about a month ago in ConfessionsA Caged Bird
Even on my best days, when I try to write, my brain speaks to me in a lexicon I fail to understand. The words of a story remain trapped, and I cannot direct them to the blank white page before me as I sit in this park. I watch a mother hug her little girl. Her arms wrapped around her like wings of protection, soft and warm like feathers. Her daughter's tiny face pressed against her heart. Then I remember you, sad, lonely, hurt, misunderstood. I knew you wanted to, one day, stretch your wings wide beneath the sun's warmth; you yearned to take flight. There were no limits. You would reach for the sky, breaking through the walls of that suffocating cage.
Ali SPPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsMa
Ma, We used to talk about everything and since you've been gone, there have been quite a few things I haven't gotten to tell you.
Meagan DionPublished 2 years ago in Confessions- Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
Two Parents
My father was two people stitched tightly together into the same body. Allen was every hallmark of a great father. A parent that took time to notice the small things his children adored. He invested energy into every hobby I picked up. Promptly, he bought me the books and tools to make it flourish. We would problem solve together how to construct my next idea. I would bring him elaborate plans that I had drawn out and done the math on. He would double check it then off to the porch we would go to build it. I was an artist, a crafter, a writer, sculpture, builder, and reader. I was anything and everything my creative mind yearned to be.
Laura LannPublished 26 days ago in Confessions What Is LOve?
“Don’t! I don’t want you! I don’t like you!” scolded my 3-year-old daughter as I kissed her chubby cheeks. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me away.
Gigi GibsonPublished 26 days ago in ConfessionsThe Girl Who Lives Inside Me
For the majority of my life, I considered myself to be well-liked and relatively popular. I had an extroverted personality, made acquaintances easily, and sustained several close friendships.
Marti MaleyPublished 26 days ago in ConfessionsLove: From the Perspective of the Unromantic
When reduced down to stereotypes, I've noticed that there is a harsh gender line regarding experiences of love and romance. Women are expected to have a stronger connection to and capacity for love. Love seems to play a more central role in a woman's expected life's narrative (i.e., fall in love, get married, have children). For men, love seems more often regarded as a secondary aspect to the narrative (i.e., achieve an aspiration, secure a wife along the way). I think this is part of the reason why girlhood gets lumped with romanticism in a way that boyhood never seems to be.
Bri CraigPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsLike Two Magnets
When the opposite pole of two magnets comes together, they attract each other because the line of force points in the same direction. When the like pole of two magnets comes close, they repel each other because the direction of the line of force is opposite.
Lizz ChambersPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsCrazy, Stupid, and Not Actually In Love
Fresh out of high school, I was out in the world away from my parental controls (emphasis on the control) and was free to do whatever I wanted. In a whole new world of college life, I was swept up in the lure of being on my own with no one to tell me what to do.
Rich BurtonPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsDear Trayvon
Dear Trayvon, My name is Joe Patterson. We don’t know each other, but we have a lot in common. We are both young Black males, we have both faced ignorance and discrimination because of our skin color and we share a birthday, February 5th. I just wanted to write you a letter to let you know how life has been going since you’ve been gone.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in Confessions