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A mother’s love should be boundless. But it’s not. A mother’s love might be selfless, but it shouldn’t be. But a mother’s love should ensure safety and healing. Sometimes it doesn’t, because it can’t. Sometimes it’s conflicted, painful and manipulative. Sometimes it breaks you in two.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 months ago in Confessions
A Love I Didn't Expect...
Dear Love, Wow. Where do I start? At this point in my life, I feel like we have such a toxic relationship. On the one hand, I can't stand you. You are such a bitch. I mean when I was little all I ever wanted was to be loved and accepted for who I was, every single part of me but other than a couple of members in my family, I never really got that. More importantly, I never got that from the one person that mattered the most to me, my mother. I was a lacking girl. You left me in the cold; all I had was myself and God's love covering me in warmth. I've felt so betrayed by you and stabbed in the back. The very one that gave me life taught me to hate myself. Then, you gave again. I received Jay, my beautiful perfectly imperfect first love. My heart was so codependent at this point due to not only my mother but the judgments I received and the strict morals I was expected to live by enforced by my mother, stepfather, and my father. Jay, too, had grown codependent over the years from both his parents. Together, our hearts are bound in a way that cannot break easily. Some may call it a trauma bond. We were each other's escapes until we realized that we needed something deeper that the other couldn't give and then that too ended. You're such a cruel mistress love. You give and then you take. Your many limbs twist and weave in a way that no one person could ever figure out on their own. Your ways are complicated and yet simple. After Jay, I fell and I fell hard. His name is not important. At first, I fell so I wouldn't feel the pain of losing Jay. Also, I didn't yet know how to trust and love myself; how to rely on me and me alone. Or God and God alone I should say. That relationship started so blissfully. I was finally being taken care of for once in my life. For once, someone was putting me first. However, it was a trick, wasn't it? A smoke show until the truth came out. Soon, he started treating me like his slave. I was there to take care of the children, clean the house, work, and please him when he wanted it. If he was doing anything out of place or anything I was concerned about, sure at first we could discuss it but slowly it became he would do whatever he wanted to do regardless of my opinion. That ended terribly. He, too, taught me how to hate myself. As it turns out, that was never love because someone who can teach hate doesn't love truly. I spent a while recovering and as it turned out, my first love still loved me but not enough. It never has been enough has it, love? Have I ever been enough? I know now that I have. You have not given me a partner which is something I have always longed for but you have given me something else which is perhaps even more beautiful...
By Lindsey Altom4 months ago in Confessions
Mohit Kumar & Utkarsh Kumar Sinha Emerging Social Media Specialist and PR Expert
The word we use and the place we visit most in a day is SOCIAL MEDIA. No word of introduction is needed for Social Media. And social media is such an appreciable platform for almost everything we use or need to find worldwide from a very small scale region to a great wide range. Social media has the ultimate power of promoting anything which comes to its eyes. By this introducing 2 fine, well-knowledged, skilled & talented emerging Social Media Marketing Specialists and PR Experts Mr. Utkarsh Kumar Sinha (IG: utkarshsinha_), 19-year-old Gaya, Bihar based creator who is the founder of Neyo Media, IG - @neyomedia & Mr. Mohit Kumar (IG: mohit_gupta1869), 19-year-old Patna, Bihar based specialist of Social Media Marketing and PR Expert he has founded his company named Zoid Media, IG - @zoidmedia. These 2 self-made specialists have an extraordinary power to learn to succeed at such a young age. They run these 2 companies with great cooperation and teamwork.
By Neyo Media4 months ago in Interview
Introducing My New Digital Exhibit
What does the word "home" mean to you? I started asking myself this question when working on Walks, a series of books celebrating the Haiku. When I published the last volume, I realized how much my experiences as an immigrant (I moved to Canada from France in 2003) had shaped my definition of the word "home" as a spiritual place rather than just a physical location.
By Cendrine Marrouat4 months ago in Art
Crochet,
I come from a family of artists, and crafters from both sides of my family. I will be forever grateful to my grandmother who taught me how to crochet. It has been healing for me. When I was growing up, my dream was to study art in Paris and have my paintings in art shows and galleries. This dream got me through some hard times and for me was as vital as the air that I breathe. I taught myself to paint and draw. When I was in high school, I would take every art course that I could and even entered some art shows where I won awards. I was a shy girl who didn’t make friends easily but art was a way for me to be me. During my junior year in high school, I entered a drawing contest and won. A man from the school came to meet me. By the time he left, I was enrolled in his art school. We didn’t have much money but my dad made sure that I was enrolled. So while going to high school during the day at night after my chores and homework were done I would work on my art school. This school was the Art Correspondence School from Minnesota where Charles Schultz also went to. After high school, I paid for art tutors and went to Art classes through a program at the high school. Then I finally started college to get my art degree. I loved my art classes but one of my professors would always harshly critique my work and I would always end up crying when leaving her room until one day when I had it and quit painting for good which was over 20 years ago. I wish I hadn’t quit my dream but I was so timid and shy that I didn’t know how to handle it. It was the end of one dream but the start of another dream.
By Lisa Briskey4 months ago in Art
Dejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queen’s crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other men’s decisions and desires.
By Cadma4 months ago in Confessions