Secrets
Cake Eaters of Adultery
When does eating cake seem like a bad idea? Never in my book. I love cake. It’s my favorite dessert. Forget ice cream and mousse or puddings. They all hold their appeal, but cake is special. It’s for celebrations like birthdays and weddings. It has layers and frosting. Nothing bad has frosting, I’m convinced.
By MonalisaSmiled 5 years ago in Confessions
Passion.
What brings inner peace? For each person I find that you get a different answer. For some, it’s just sitting and watching TV. For others, it’s more complex and deeply personal. I’ve found in my life that there’s a lot of things that can bring my joy and some peace for a short while. However, with how chaotic and busy I’ve been the last year and a half, it’s left little room for those types of things.
By Juliet Napier5 years ago in Confessions
The Rainbow Diaries
July 25, 2021 I really enjoy coloring. Something about a pen, a marker, a pencil moving in one particular motion or in one particular path soothes me, it takes my mind off of other things. And I’ll create patterns too, little rainbow spirals or orange and black stripes. Coloring in a coloring book is incredibly therapeutic for me. I am someone who struggles with depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Thankfully the meds work and I can focus on a coloring page long enough to fill all the gaps but it better be the only thing I have to get done in that moment. But I love it. Colors are beautiful and sometimes they work well together and other times they work well apart and in the end the picture becomes a mosaic that I helped visualize and it’s that final image that always draws me back. The satisfaction of completing a piece is what brings me back.
By Andrew Clark5 years ago in Confessions
I Never Told
I have a secret. I did it. I am the cause for the turmoil that rocked the city. And it all started when I received a package well over 2 months ago. When Mike, the delivery guy, bought in the packages, I just signed for them as usual. He was such a handsome guy, I never really paid attention to what was being delivered. He knew it too. He would just say, “Sign here”. Shoot, I didn’t care. I honestly wasn’t paid enough to pay attention. Luckily for me though, Mike cared about his job, or so I thought. But I always seemed to receive all the packages that appeared on the bill of lading and if for some reason I didn’t, he made sure to deliver it the next day. In the year that he was delivering to us, we never had a problem until then.
By Patricia Brothers5 years ago in Confessions
Taxicab Bandit
I didn’t set out to be a bank robber. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a gay, bipolar drug addict. Those are now parts of who I am, and I must own them. Being a gay child in the 1970’s was no picnic. There weren’t words for what I was, but everybody knew that I was different, and they treated me accordingly. A distant father, an overly involved mother: causes, or results of what I am? Who knows, and what difference, anyway?
By Dustin Harwell5 years ago in Confessions
THAT'S NOT WHAT I DO
I wasn't going to get an A, that's what my professor told me after examining my final entry for my Abstract Art course that semester. I apparently mixed colors too much and that was not part of the color vocabulary of the Abstract Art world. Over the semester I failed miserably to keep my colors crisp, and I was going to face the consequences for not following directions. My GPA was going to be damaged by a course that had nothing to do with my chosen profession, but which I had taken because it seemed like one of the only fun electives available. I didn't get an A, but being miles away from my home, during my first year away at a college I had never visited before moving into, I would find my inner peace at least once a week in this course I would not be acing.
By Shamaine Daniels5 years ago in Confessions
PUZZED BY WORDS
The reason I think this day stuck with me for so long was not so much why I went to the hospital but how I got there. See, we had this neighbor that was a hypochondriac. This guy would call 911 over the littlest things. Like a scratch or a papercut. Something as small as that and he would be picking up the phone and having an ambulance rushed out. Lucky for me he did just that.
By Jessie Altman5 years ago in Confessions
