Humanity
Taking off the masks
Earlier this year, I got divorced. I chose the divorce and walked out of a 10 year marriage and an 11 year relationship. It was one of the hardest choices I've ever made and it was the start of a journey that's involved me rediscovering the real me.
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Confessions
Mead & Chicken Legs
How could they be out of chicken legs? One of the biggest events in Pennsylvania that spans several weekends in the fall, and they run out of chicken legs?? Regardless if it was my first time at this event, I felt robbed of the experience because they ran out of chicken legs! I had to settle for mac-&-cheese and a ham and cheese baguette sandwich instead, which both were still delicious and satisfying enough. But, I suppose when you have hundreds to thousands of people attending this event over the course of the several weekends it takes place, you're going to run out of things.
By Nicole Fenn4 years ago in Confessions
Am I alone
I feel so alone at this very moment. I do not even know how to express myself to others. All I want to do is scream and cry. Make everyone feel the pain I feel. But its not everyone’s pain to feel. So maybe that is why I am having so much trouble with expression.
By Amanda Ames4 years ago in Confessions
I've Realized That However Hard You try — You Can Never Fully Satisfy a Woman.
“You will never be satisfied, will you?”, my father used to ask my mum. Whatever he tried to do for her, she always wanted more. Before I was born, my mother was a lawyer and supposedly she didn’t want that career path anymore, instead, she wished to focus more time on her children — my older sisters.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
How Living in England, Made Me Proud To Be A Serbian Girl
I lived in Northern England for two years and I noticed some striking cultural differences about women from the Yorkshire area. I’ve encountered Yorkshire women who drink too much, whine about the slightest discomforts, underdress (show too much skin when it's just inappropriate) and rarely express what’s truly on their minds.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Introduction
I love feeling the sand between my toes, the water splashing against my legs and watching the tide roll in and out. I still remember my first trip to the beach, even though it happened nearly fifty years ago. Our extended family caravanned to a relative's house for a wedding; they lived less than a mile away from the beach. Afterwards, our family made an impromptu stop before returning home. My little brother and I ran around in the sand, splashed around in the water, noticing its brackish flavor. We collected seashells and built a sandcastle. The beach escapade capped off a beautiful, perfect day. I knew then I wanted to live in a beach house. To finance my salt-life endeavor I would become a writer freelancing for Rolling Stone, Vanity Fair, wherever. Furthermore, I planned to write the next great American novel. I had no clue what it would be about, but my book would be a bestseller and required reading on high school summer reading lists. I would be a celebrated and in demand writer.
By Kim Brewer4 years ago in Confessions
The Voice in My Head When I Write
Recently I have started paying much closer attention to the voice in my head when I write. If you are a writer you probably know what I am talking about, or maybe it’s different for you. For me, the voice is the one that reads the words (‘out loud’) in my head as they move from my fingers, through the keys, to my screen. Depending on the topic of whatever particular writing project I am tackling at the time that voice varies considerably. It moves in tone from haranguing lecturer to sarcastic asshole to gentle comforter, and everything in between. Of course finding the words to match the voice is the real trick, or is it the other way around really? The hard part is finding the voice, the right voice for the right application, and then channeling that voice to the page in a way that conveys what the spoken word can, but in (at least) one less dimension. Without the spoken voice and body language that goes with it communicating what you really want to convey, what you really think, can be what feels like an impossible task. The joy of writing for me comes on those few occasions when that task is managed effortlessly and the words on the page and the voice in my head align just so. When that happens the missing dimension(s) disappears, and it is like I am there in the screen with the words talking directly to the reader. Like I have left a part of myself on the page, an imprint of my actual presence, but without all the messiness that comes with physical interactions between strangers. I get to say my peace, the stranger (reader) can take it or leave it, love it or hate it. In either case I did what I set out to do, and they got stuck with a little taste of my voice in their head if only for a brief moment in time. Imagine living with that voice for your entire life. That would suck now wouldn’t it? lol!
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
I Spent Thanksgiving Alone
"This one year, it was more than necessary to show myself I wasn't alone even when it was just me, myself, and I." I want to preface that I don't recommend this to everyone, you know yourself best. Holiday's can bring up a lot of emotions, and if you aren't in the right headspace to be by yourself please make sure that you reach out to someone. You are not alone, and your feelings are valid. That being said this is how my first ever Thanksgiving alone went.
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Confessions
