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What Really Matters
My mother taught me the importance of a good pair of scissors. Our livelihood depended on them. Not long after my mom and dad met, my father bought a new set of golf clubs, which came with some scraggly-looking yarn club covers. He decided he could make better ones, and said to my mom, “these could make a good business. Sew me up one.” Of course, my father didn’t know how to sew.
By Echo Roben5 years ago in Confessions
Scissors for Life
When we hear the phrase 'Life saving' we immediately think 'Doctor' or 'Paramedic' and we often forget about the little guys. I am a lifeguard by trade, and by hobby a Lifeguard instructor. An under estimated profession, as we are often looked at as lazy baby sitters and act as janitors for the pool. The unknown skill hidden behind these two facades are indeed exactly what you want to have sitting in that chair, watching you swim in that pool, where nothing ever happens. This if often when, something does happen.
By Calla Lily5 years ago in Confessions
Sprouted in Old Barrels
In between my room and the back veranda where I spent most of my time, was a tiny 6x8 room used to iron clothes. The room was always dark as the only natural light that made its way in was filtered through an insubstantial window whose purpose I never truly understood. Permeating the room was the scent of the old ironing board, crispy yet warm after years of use. The room always had clothes newly pressed or just about to be, hung up in the makeshift closet or strewn around on top of the barrels that were pushed up against the longest wall. When no one was around and I got tired of climbing the grill that enclosed the veranda I’d always sneak into the little room to search through the barrels.
By Kerry Cooper5 years ago in Confessions
Sprouted in old Barrels
In between my room and the back veranda where I spent most of my time, was a tiny 6x8 room used to iron clothes. The room was always dark as the only natural light that made its way in was filtered through an insubstantial window whose purpose I never truly understood. Permeating the room was the scent of the old ironing board, crispy yet warm after years of use. The room always had clothes newly pressed or just about to be, hung up in the make shift closet or strewn around on top of the barrels that were pushed up against the longest wall. When no one was around and I got tired of climbing the grill that enclosed the veranda I’d always sneak into the little room to search through the barrels.
By Kerry-Ann Cooper5 years ago in Confessions
Saving memories
In creating happiness, I produce happiness through creating memories with greeting cards and other crafts. This car is a small token that I have found over the years that I truly enjoy receiving like I still have every single greeting card that green card I've ever received as an adult from birthday cards to graduation cards to Mother's Day cards to just because holiday cards. I still have all of them. I've always found value in these cards, I started trying to create cards for others.
By Chauntelle A5 years ago in Confessions
Kant Lie to Me. Top Story - June 2021.
I have recently made an unfortunate discovery. The man I love is a liar. This could be a devastating realization if it weren’t for the fact that his lies are pointless. He lies about what he ate, drank, and even how much sleep he got on any given day. The motivation is, of course, to keep me from worrying about his health, thereby saving himself from my nagging or, as I like to call it; Persistent care. I know what you’re thinking. If he lies about the small things, what else could he be hiding? More importantly, why do I accept this behavior? My journey to sophrosyne forced me to meditate on this subject instead of jumping to conclusions. A little research and empathy should go a long way.
By Diana Herrera5 years ago in Confessions
A Lifelong Love Affair
I love scissors! I love all kinds of scissors – embroidery, easy action, paper, office, folding, snips, non-sticks, storks, and shears. I love them in every colour – orange, purple, red, blue, iridescent, silver, and decorated in floral patterns. There is no such thing as too many scissors in my household! I have scissors in my kitchen, my car, my purse, and especially in my sewing room, where they have a drawer of their own, or are hanging from vintage candy dishes.
By Heather Seibel5 years ago in Confessions
Happiness through stories
Because I am slimy and I am green. No one could ever love a sight unseen” That was the final line of the first and last story that I can remember putting out into the world. I was in mr. Thomas’ fifth grade class and we were promoted to write a story to try to get published in the school newspaper. I had been writing stories for as long as I could remember so this was my time to shine. The story ended up winning an award and it was sent to a local publication which was sent out to all of the schools in the district. This was so amazing to me but also secretly terrifying because I grew up as an immigrant in Phoenix Arizona and that came with hidden traumas that I didn’t get to heal until I was older and thanks to those traumas, I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible. This meant writing and illustrating during recess at lunch and immersing myself in fantasy worlds that I would never share with others. Thanks to my stories I’ve been a wave in the ocean jumping to reach the moon, I’ve been a cloud in the sky, in love with a flower, sending raindrops as gifts, and in this particular story I was a lagoon who was once well loved, but forgotten and dirty. I didn’t realize it then, but I also felt like that lagoon. Alone, disgusting and unloveable. The only thing I had was a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper.
By Selma Nguyen 5 years ago in Confessions
18 FEELS LONELY
I feel dejected. I just took down all my pictures just because a guy told me I don’t look that good, because he saw nothing but flaws in whole of me. But am I any different from that guy? Didn’t I give him the confidence or right to see flaws in me? Yes .Truth be told I try everyday to hate myself a little less, I try my best to be nice to people around me that is my family. I not only feel dejected, but scared , insecure, I know am pushing myself way too hard just to fit in this modern advance society. And ofcourse that’s what is expected of an 18 year old teen . My anger issues knows no remedy. I just don’t know how to stop myself from slapping myself, punching myself, throwing things. Family can never help. They only push me down. I mean they support me in everything but how to express them I don’t fit in amongst my so called friends, that I get rejected for being myself, cause ofcourse for them their daughter is the best, she’s the prettiest. But you know am not.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
What Happened When I Tried Yoga
Ah, yoga...the mentally healing, body shaping, "relaxation" invoking work out that people have come to know and love. I thought about trying yoga plenty of times and even did a little beginner's poses in my living room when no one else was watching, fully knowing how ridiculous I looked. I have always been a bit of a "bigger" girl; meaning I have curves for days, especially in the hip area. When I was younger and had a metabolism that actually worked, I was flexible and could do a lot more things now than my body will let me do. I am a 28-year old trapped in the body of someone much older as I sound like a bowl of rice krispies when I stand up and frequently can't move if I sit on the floor to play with my daughter, cats or the dog for more than 5 minutes (probably actually 2 but I was giving myself the benefit of the doubt). These issues being a result of 10+ years of constantly being on my feet in uncomfortable shoes on concrete floors; not something that is too forgiving on the joints and back.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Confessions
Jailed By a Snowflake
As of the writing of this article, I am in Facebook jail for twenty four hours. Now, before you defend the actions of Facebook and give me hate for violating the terms of service, allow me to explain the situation to you. Furthermore, while I will be justifying my cause, I have accepted the consequences for my actions and want to make this article about a deeper social issue: Taking offense for the wrong reasons.
By Zenith5 years ago in Confessions
