Family
Leaving from PARO
Everyone used to describe her as a lotus in a swarm. Lotuses die soon; they die in that swarm. She did not associate herself with that lotus. She did not connect her life with that of a multitude. She never has and never will accept that kind of death. You cannot tame a physical body when the conscious is the rebel.
By Eksaahir4 years ago in Confessions
Romance is a lie.
It starts hot and heavy every relationship once hitting the intimate stage but after awhile the sex slows and life takes over. At least that's what I have experienced over my 15 years of marriage. We use to find every excuse in the book. Like sneaking off into the bathroom or smashing it up in the kitchen. Those where the hottest of times. However after having five kids the want and desire let alone the time to make the intimate moments happen. Now do not get me wrong we attempted to make time for the quick moments but it is never the same.
By Heather Rose Pfeiffer4 years ago in Confessions
The Unfavorite
I don’t think that I was ever my parents’ favorite child. It’s not like they didn’t love me, but they just never loved me quite as much as my brother. It’s something that I’ve noticed all my life. I also feel like other family members noticed it, too, they just never said anything directly to my parents about it. Whether it would be a comment on how my mom “babied” my younger brother, or other relatives going the extra mile for me, specifically. I’ve especially noticed it now as an adult, since my relatives could cut out the middleman, i.e., my parents.
By Elizabeth Vaughn4 years ago in Confessions
to the mother of the hogwarts home
To the mother of the Hogwarts home, Thank you for the intervention. I remember when you first moved to our rural, dead end road from out of state. You were the family of four curiously named girls. In a town of many little Kaylas and Johns, you brought Saffron, Ameriah, Noellani and Keziah. As a mom who also chose to educate the girls from home, I was always intriguied by the quirkiness you introduced to our neighborhood.
By elli lucier4 years ago in Confessions
Goodbye Arya, Goodbye Jack.
Too often in life we have to say goodbye to someone or something. There are many reasons for these goodbyes, some more happy or deeper than others. I’d like for us, me the writer and you the reader, to take a moment and breathe. Breathing in so deep and exhaling every emotion.
By Samantha Mia4 years ago in Confessions
Memorial to My Superman
I don’t know what I want to say or how I want to say it, there’s so many things over the past few years I wished I could say but never had the courage to. At least not back then-- I have some courage now, just a little. Though I’m a bit late with my letter. So late that you’ll never get to read it.
By J K R4 years ago in Confessions
The Passing of the Torch
Trigger warning: This article is about coping with loss and grief. According to the Office of National Statistics, there were 9,459 deaths per day during June 2021. This was a spike due to the ongoing pandemic as apparently, the average number of daily death’s in the UK is normally around 1000. Each number represents a real person, each with their own unique stories of a life once lived.
By Trisha Dunbar4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to My Muse
I was thinking about the challenge I told you about, where we write a letter to a mentor thanking them for everything they did for us. You, of course, encouraged me to write to my father. After all, it was his disposition for creativity and enjoyment of the unusual that set me down this path. I thought of my mother, who has always encouraged me to carve my own path and be the best man I can be. And we tossed around the idea of writing to my high school English teacher, who scribed encouraging accolades in my yearbook that, admittedly, still make my head feel a little big today. But I feel like I would be cheating the person that has had the most significant influence on my life, and it didn’t feel right not acknowledging how important you have been to my growth, my success, and the future I’ve been able to carve for myself and our family.
By Mark LoProto4 years ago in Confessions
