Secrets
Zippo
My dad was a pipe smoker. Do not know if people smoke pipes anymore. Googled it and there seem many options. I must not travel in the right circles if I even have a circle. Not a very healthy habit and dad would invariably fall asleep, pipe lit, and a smoldering bit of tobacco would fall on his shirt, much to my mother’s chagrin. Many shirts found their way to the rag pile as a result. My dad used Zippo lighters to keep his pipe lit. Most of my father’s life was spent in Rochester, NY on what I fondly refer to as the wrong side of Lake Ontario. This is a view shared by many of my fellow Upstate brethren living in Watertown, or Syracuse. In the winter, and most of the rest of the time, the wind howls from the northwest, from Canada, across the lake, bringing the most unpleasant and uncertain weather. One element is certain. It is always windy. Specific to the Zippo, its claim to fame is its windscreen that helps it stay lit. The Zippo is an engineering marvel, American ingenuity at its best. My dad had at least four that I can remember.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Confessions
Knitting in Coffeehouses as the Sun Goes Down
I love to knit in coffeeshops after work. My work is done in my quiet apartment, usually alone. I write hoping I will create a narrative that will resonate with someone. Reading chapters and writing papers for my graduate classes until my quiet apartment becomes oppressive and stifling.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
Not looking for validation, just your love.
I never thought I would ever tell you about this, not something I have ever told anyone, for the fear of losing you and being judged. This is quite difficult to put into words, one of the biggest regrets I will ever have, and one of the stupidest things I have ever done. Well... here goes nothing... I hope by the end of this, you will not hate me nor look at me differently... I'm sorry for having been inconsiderate in doing it, I wasn't thinking. One of the only times in my life when I felt lonely, deep in my thoughts, but never thinking of how this would have affected anyone. The only time I felt selfish, only considering my feelings and what would make me feel better. I am rambling, in fear that I will be judged by you, but here it goes.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
Modeling, Sex and Money
Fiction. When I was 15 years old my cousin came to stay with us for a week. She was from Texas and we lived in Reseda, Ca. She is the daughter of my Mothers sister. We had only met once before when I was around 12 years old when we went to Austin. She was so beautiful but I never kept in touch with her.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Boomerang: Love at First Sight in Jamaica
I met a guy online less than three weeks ago. Let's call him "Kevin". Kevin had proven to be the epitome of the 'greatest love' ever told in almost 4 years. I told him that I saw him in a dream. Our first exchange started online in a Facebook group for singles looking to connect with Jamaican men. There was an instant connection on the first video chat but I fought to hold back the feelings.
By DrCheroll Dossett5 years ago in Confessions
Dyslexia to me
Dyslexia to me by David F Anderson Dyslexia affects people differently, and I cannot speak to everybody else's dyslexia; I can tell you what mine is. I can give you an idea of what it is like to have it if you've ever seen the movie 50 First dates. Barrymore and Sandler star in the film. Every day when Drew Barrymore wakes up, she cannot remember yesterday. That truly is what dyslexia is like for me. I watched the same news channel every night, and they say their name at the start of every episode, yet I still can't remember everyone's name.
By David F Anderson5 years ago in Confessions
The Choice...
Imagine, tall, dark hair, fit, broad shoulders, the most gorgeous deep blue eyes you’ve ever seen, an insanely beautiful smile, literally the most gorgeous man. Everything about him is what I envisioned in my partner in life. Except wait for it…ahhh yes, of course he is married...
By Alisha Owens5 years ago in Confessions
An Explosive Round of Golf
AN EXPLOSIVE ROUND OF GOLF, how to play golf with diarrhea By Thomas Pranio It was 1999, and I was playing in what would be my last amateur tournament before I turned pro. It was in the springtime. The Masters had just commenced; the fairways were green, the white and pink dogwoods and the pink, purple, and lavender azaleas were in bloom.
By Tom Pranio5 years ago in Confessions
Pooing in Paradise
It really wasn't my fault. Not really. That's what I tell myself. Mauritius is a beautiful, lush green volcanic island with the purest white sandy beaches you can imagine, and I'd dreamed of visiting ever since I saw pictures of it twenty years before; being there was a once-in-a-lifetime, no-expense-spared extravagance, and this was why, rather than being one of fifty passengers packed sardine-like onto a catamaran for a day trip, I hired out the whole thing.
By BananaMan5 years ago in Confessions
