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Watching Seinfeld for the first time
Sometimes, more often than not, living in this hectic, Pandemic driven world, where everyone is coming and going without interacting—where the fear and the pain and sadness is pervading every aspect of society, I just need a break.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Confessions
This Time of Year Makes ME F#$%^ng Sad
This time of year makes me fucking sad. I know it’s about God and Jesus' birthday or at least that’s what we were told, right? It’s not about Santa Claus and naughty lists, Target Runs, and fancy trees. It’s about consumerism and Black Friday and I hate it.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
In My Spare Time I Find Dead Bodies
With a title like that yes, let me clarify. I do a lot of things in my "spare time," outside of my home business when there is any time left over which is usually in the wee hours of the morning or in the evening. I do contract work as a Writer, work on my next books, plan my next art exhibit, do some Life Coaching (I am also a Rec Therapist), while I also do Readings. Not as in the kind at a book launch thought there will be those in the future but the the kind on the intuitive level, for the lack of a better work "psychic readings." I can feel the eye rolling already. It's not my preferred word and though my work at this is fairly low-key it won't always be.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Confessions
Recipe for New England Chowdah
Recipe for Chowdah Step one: It’s a family secret Step two: Make a roux ...... Being the youngest of a huge family comes with its perks. You get the soft version of everyone for the longest. My uncles gave me nicknames when I was six that still are stuck with me today. Names like Baby B, or Marvin because I was always starvin’. As the youngest, I am shielded from the confusing parts of the family. Like how both my grandparents are from Boston but now we all live on the West coast. Or why all 7 of my uncles had to join the military to pay for school. There are always family secrets, some more severe than others.
By RachleMorgan4 years ago in Confessions
The apology my fourth grade teacher really deserves...
It was the year 2003. I was in fourth grade. My dad had just recently started letting me say "crap". It was a privilege that was revoked within 24 hours because my sister and I literally said it in every sentence - even when it made zero sense given the context of the sentence.
By Jaquelyn Cannon4 years ago in Confessions
I fear happiness
"Happiness is not out there, it's in you." As I've grown older I begin to realize many things about myself, but one I hadn't yet realized was my fear to be happy. I suppose in my subconscious mind I had always known, but it's now made its way to the forefront. I was watching a video on Youtube titled "Why I am afraid to be happy." by Kari Morton. If you have time I would definitely go and watch it, really gets you thinking.
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Confessions
A Self-Imposed Thanksgiving Day Disaster
One of the more frustrating aspects of over-thinking is its tendency to make us do extremely stupid things. I’ve often found myself in situations in which I overthought what should have been a simple decision, but, instead, I got lost in a maelstrom of options ranging from “meh” to “oh hell, I’ll gonna regret that later.”
By Matthew B. Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Perfectionism: The Fine Line Between Obsessive and Productive
I organize my closet by color, then by sleeve length. All of my clothes face the same direction, and nothing is falling off hangers or sitting on the floor. The hangers are all the same cedar brown with a metal hook.
By wanderluster4 years ago in Confessions
Dating Diary of a 40 Something Year Old
It was a beautiful fall afternoon when my daughter picked me up to grab a cup of coffee and rant all about our current boy topics. I had just "kicked out" my latest greatest unhappily ever after, so I was feeling a little on the snarky side. I shared my questions regarding the life I was providing him and confusion as to why he never wanted to spend time with me. Well, outside of the "brown chicken, brown cow"... wanting sex from me. Even that had become almost a never and when it did, it was becoming more of a chore than something that was fun or special. My daughter laughed at me and said, "he is a hobosexual Mom"!
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
I Took on Student Debt to Get a Degree in Creative Writing; Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It
Guess who’s the poster child for a millennial who got a “useless” humanities degree and then graduated into an economic depression only to be underemployed for the next several years that followed?
By Margery Bayne4 years ago in Confessions
Singing In A Trash Can
I had the good fortune of being cast in a production of HAIR in college. I played Jeanie, a supporting character memorable for being pregnant and singing a solo while being rolled around the stage in a trash can on wheels. It was an incredible experience, and even though we allegedly came very close to being the first cast of HAIR to travel to China, nearly making a deal with the original Broadway producer to fly our cast across the world, I somehow had an even more memorable experience the second time I did the musical.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Confessions
Facing The Truth In Baby Loss Awareness Week
Time. Funny thing that timey-wimey stuff. Sometimes the months rush past in glorious technicolour that brings us to exclaim 'Halloween? How is it Autumn already? How the time flies.' Sometimes a minute can last a lifetime, it has to last a lifetime, like the last moment you hold your living child in your arms.
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
