Humanity
3 Reasons You Should Never Say What You Don’t Want
I had a friend who sadly passed away six years ago. Michael (not his real name for reasons which will become clear) was a very smart guy. Michael spoke several languages in addition to his native tongue of English. He was fluent in Russian, French and Spanish. He was a very in demand online, freelance translator for Wall Street investment brokers who wanted to do business abroad.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
A Modern Dilemma
Thirty minutes after our last fight, Lannie and I were driving south on California Interstate Highway 163 through Balboa Park. This is a beautiful stretch of two-lane highway that usually gives me a great deal of pleasure. For about four miles you travel through a lush subtropical jungle of ferns, eucalyptus trees, and grassy hillsides; it’s as if you have been transported to the Pacific Northwest; refreshing, to say the least. Not too far north, 163 is a typical six-lane freeway that clogs up like a fat man’s arteries during daily rush hours, but this four-mile stretch through Balboa Park, as you pass the zoo, is as beautiful as any highway on Lanai or Kauai. Local legend has it that JFK once deemed this section of Interstate 163: “the most beautiful highway in America.”
By Richard L. Boyer5 years ago in Confessions
Turning Fat During The Pandemic
Everyone's worse nightmare or maybe it's just mine... but I've gained over 10 pounds since this pandemic started and I hate looking at my body now. I was once a track and cross country girl who always looked good in a bikini and could pull off bralettes.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
Treasure Map
There is that very famous poem by Robert Frost, about choices you make in life: The Road Not Taken. It speaks of a path in the woods splitting two ways. Both ways are just as fair, and the passing there had worn them really about the same, both equally lay. The narrator finally chose a path; the one (he deemed) less traveled by, and that made all the difference.
By Ames5 years ago in Confessions
At least I’m doing some things right
One of my favorite jobs I had was when I was 19. I worked with a bunch of self-professed “weed-smoking hippies” – Okay not everyone was a weed smoker, but some of my closest friends were. We canvassed door-to-door about all kinds of environmental issues. My time employed there in 1993 was before Wisconsin implemented the recycling laws that the organization, Citizens for a Better Environment, helped passed.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
My Complicated Relationship With My Fertility
“What about when I get pregnant?’ My doctor looked like someone had just told him pigs not only could fly, but were now rainbow colored. I hadn’t considered he probably didn’t hear these words coming out of a 17-year-old’s mouth every day.
By Camille Prairie5 years ago in Confessions
I've Been Abused and Now I'm Often Misunderstood
Every now and then I hint at my childhood abuse. For the most part though, I stop at hinting because talking about these things isn’t easy. Especially not when the abuser is someone who’s supposed to give love unconditionally.
By Emari5 years ago in Confessions
