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Disentangled Threads Like Us
Carrying the world above our shoulders is a task that we eventually learn (or hope) to manage as we get older. Not only do we carry love, hurt, memories, unforgettable faces, smiles, worries, hopes, fears, and so on - but our soul eventually starts picking up and carrying little things that bring joy and purpose to our world (some people call them hobbies, others - their purpose).
By This is Euni5 years ago in Confessions
Tilt Kettle
Tilt Kettle Chef Smith Henry woke to the sound of his wristwatch alarm. The time read 2:52am. Perfect. He dressed quickly pulling his chef whites over his long limbs, covering his shaggy dark hair in his tall white paper hat and then left his hotel room to walk down the hall to the kitchen. He could smell the beef stock before he stepped on to the tiled floor. He turned on the lights, unlocked the office door, loaded three pens and two soup spoons into the pocket on his upper left arm, closed the door, grabbed the cart full of plastic pails he’d left by the door on his way out last night, then rolled to the tilt kettle.
By Whitney Sweet5 years ago in Confessions
Unidentified
First, I want to tell everyone that I am not a photographer. I am still submitting my entry for this challenge. My husband and I moved from the urban area of the twin cities, Minneapolis, and St. Paul, in Minnesota, in 2012 to farm country in the north, between Grand Rapids and Hibbing. Since that time, I have seen herds of deer, skunks, hundreds of different kinds of birds; including eagles, hawks, and owls, foxes, porcupines, mink/weasel, ground hogs, field mice, mosquitos, wood ticks, bees, wasps, fly’s, ants, frogs, crickets, bats, and other unidentified critters. I believe I saw a mountain lion twice. I have seen many dogs, cats, horses, cows and chickens, alpaca, mules, ducks, and other farm animals. My grandchildren, living just down the road, have six pets for six household members. I think the pandemic has done something to them and others. People that never had critters now have one for every person in the family. And some people take their critters everywhere. And after mentioning many of the animals I have seen in the last several years, I do not have a decent picture of any of them. My photo for this challenge is very disappointing. Please excuse me. I intend to work on my photography after totally embarrassing myself here.
By Denise E Lindquist5 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Flowers
September 17th, 1998, I was 16 years old! Most kids my age were sitting around studying for their Geometry test, or better yet, gearing up for Friday's football game. As for me, well, let's just say that I was gearing up for something else entirely--Motherhood! That's right, folks! In a few short hours, I would become a teenage mom to one and a statistic to others. While I will not boggle you down with the intricate details of my life throughout those years, I will leave you with the most important facet of my life during that time...my newborn baby was born with several disabilities which rendered her a quadriplegic and blind. Before she turned one year old, her physician declared that she would not survive past 3 years of age. So there we were Bri age ten months, and me now 17 years old, with an uphill battle to climb.
By Nakia Palmer5 years ago in Confessions
When Things Fall Apart: Breakdowns Can Create Breakthroughs
"I'm sorry," said the email, "but our phone call left me uncomfortable, and we decided to work with someone else." I felt like I was being punched in the gut. Even though I saw it coming. Even though I had brought it to myself.
By Arya Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
Encaptivating Escapes
Like a bee drawn to the sweet nectar of a flower, I too was lured to my own symbolic flower. Each beautifully crafted petal freeing the cold metal bars of my mind into a magical intriguing world of endless adventures and experiences. I've lived countless adventures with Ramona Quimby as she so bravely endured the woes of the third grade, traveled back in time with Laura Ingalls as she battled the hot drenching summers, the relentless blizzard filled winters, I've tasted the savory made from scratch buttered biscuits, the mouth watering blueberry pies that Mrs. Ingalls so diligently prepared for her family. My heart ached as I was encaptivated within the pages of "Roll of thunder, here my cry" as I experienced first hand, the racism that Cassie and her loved ones had to endure daily throughout their lives. I cried with the Big Ma and Cassie's father as they watched the land their grandfather had worked so hard for years to buy, burn to the ground. R.L. Stine took me on tours through nightmarish and unbelievable adventures. I've visited haunted houses and theme parks, met an evil talking dummy named Slappy, and even been chased by a mummy that was somehow cursed. Those countless adventures, laughs, and screams are somethings I hold dear to my heart, and I am so grateful I was able to experience them.
By Jennifer Allen5 years ago in Confessions
I think my husband makes a better wife than me
Full confession here. I do think my husband makes a better wife than I do. I know that can sound extremely sexist, but hear me out. I grew up in a home where my mother was in charge of laundry. She did most of the cooking, but shocker, dad did some too and he was the one to help teach mom her way around the kitchen. She did most of the house cleaning. Dad handled most of the chores outside. They helped each other, but they stuck by most of the traditional roles of what the wife does and what the husband does.
By Kaiz 5 years ago in Confessions
The Annoyance of Earworms
Don’t you just hate it when a song gets stuck inside your head and you can’t control it no matter what you do? Admittedly, sometimes, you get that rare song that you like being stuck in your head, the kind that you constantly sing the chorus to out loud and annoy everyone within earshot after about an hour. For me, that’s songs like “Smells like Teen Spirit” or “Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2,” heck, I don’t even mind “Yellow Submarine” looping in my head whenever I so much as hear its title. However, most of the time, earworms aren’t forgiving like that. Most of the time, they come into your head with absolutely no warning, digging into your brain and slowly becoming louder than thunder in your own thoughts. From there, the only way that you can bring balance between your brain, which is insistent on keeping the song in your head, and yourself, who never wanted the song to be stuck there in the first place, is to listen to it or sing through the whole thing. I’ve had plenty of moments where I’ve sung the melody of a song to myself because I can barely remember the words to it and I’m doing something that prevents me from listening to music. This is particularly aggravating during chemistry labs or hour-long exam periods, as not only are you doing something that actively prevents you from pulling out your phone and putting on Turnover’s “Super Natural” in the background, you are actively doing something where you would rather be doing anything else.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
My First Time
Every one likes to think back on their first time fondly, but honestly I just wanted to get it over with. Sex isn't something my family was ever comfortable talking about. My grandmother used to throw herself over every romance novel I caught her reading just in case I caught a glimpse of a sex scene. My mother would launch herself in front of the tv if a sex scene came on, right up until I was 16.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Confessions
