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I INVITED THEM IN
Hello my fellow brothers and sisters. For my writing I wanted to share a some of my story that will be in my book that soon will be released. But just to give you an idea of what the book is about I’ll explain. I share a powerful testimony on how I was delivered and saved out of some very dark places of drug addiction. I was born and raised in church, father is a Pastor but growing up in the church and in my neighborhood wasn’t always great. I talk about some reacurring indicents that happened to me as a child which led me to low self esteem and later years heavy drug use of being addicted to Crystal meth. Meth almost destroyed my life from being a heavy user. Snorting it, shooting it up and smoking it. I tried for years to stay clean but something would trigger me and I’d go back. The high was great but what it was doing to my body, life and my family was not good at all.
By Jeffery Brower5 years ago in Confessions
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
