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What I learned from divorcing my parents
Here is an early memory of me being a kindergartener. My mom and I were sorting recent photos and adding them to the photo album (Photo album — Wikipedia). As she flipped through the pictures, she picked out a photo of me happily posing like a bunny in front of a fancy hotel.
By Grimreapers.Ink5 years ago in Confessions
When Your Tribe Is - Not Belonging
I belong to nowhere. This realization came to me when I was living in London, United Kingdom. I had managed to save up enough holidays to make a month-long trip back to India. I excitedly told my colleague - 'I am going home.' He looked surprised and said, 'Well, you do that every day.' And that's when I realized that home to me had many meanings, unlike other people. And a little bit of introspection, and I realized I had a PhD in not fitting in.
By Anu Sundaram5 years ago in Confessions
Kant Lie to Me
I have recently made an unfortunate discovery. The man I love is a liar. This could be a devastating realization if it weren’t for the fact that his lies are pointless. He lies about what he ate, drank, and even how much sleep he got on any given day. The motivation is, of course, to keep me from worrying about his health, thereby saving himself from my nagging or, as I like to call it; Persistent care. I know what you’re thinking. If he lies about the small things, what else could he be hiding? More importantly, why do I accept this behavior? My journey to sophrosyne forced me to meditate on this subject instead of jumping to conclusions. A little research and empathy should go a long way.
By Diana Herrera5 years ago in Confessions
What Happens When You Stop Watching Porn for 90 Days
If I seem a little out of it, bear with me. I'm still trying to get used to this new routine I've got going. In the mornings, I get up early and ease around the apartment. I walk onto the porch as the sun is unfolding and read some Rumi poetry or Raymond Carver if it's not too cold to be out there.
By Sawyer Phillips9 months ago in Confessions
The First Time He Saw Me Cry
Once I thought tears were a weakness. Once I thought I should be ashamed of not being strong enough to control my tears. So I hid them, from everyone, and never let anyone see me cry. I had learned early on as a child that tears only made daddy angrier, made him not listen, and sometimes made him hit.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Cheez-It Thief
May 18, 2009 My story begins yesterday at 9am, when I woke up at my parents house and poured myself a small bowl of frosted mini-wheat cereal. A couple hours later, my parents and I left the house and headed towards the Portland International Airport. I made my way through security and found myself reading a sign, "Portland to Honolulu delayed until 1:30pm." At my gate, I sat down, pulled out my laptop, and waited patiently for nearly two and a half hours.
By Michelle Jenkins5 years ago in Confessions
Trial by Spew and Sputum
Vaccinations In light of our modern pandemic-culture and discourse around vaccines, I thought it appropriate to share a relevant story of my own experience. I think back to this memory when I consider the anxiety I cultivated for the next decade, and all difficulties I have had with other vaccinations, blood tests or simply the word ‘needle’. This story describes a defining moment in my teenage years and was a generally awful experience. Don’t fret, it has a happy ending.
By Wray_written5 years ago in Confessions
PomPoms & Perfumed Shoes
I look around my messy room with irritation as I search for my cheer shoes. My Cheer coach is really nit-picky about us dressing in very specific ways, and these shoes are part of the uniform. I gleefully shout in relief when I find the other shoe hiding under a pile of dirty clothes. I start thinking about the cheer routines we planned for today, and then my cheeks heated as I remembered that today’s basketball game would include Adam Parker, my super crush. Suddenly I check my reflection in the mirror, making sure my frizzy curls are somewhat manageable and cute. Everything looks fine, but then an odd thought hits me when I look back at those white shoes with our school colors painted on one side….
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Confessions
It Happens!
I am a stand-up comedian. I have been doing comedy regularly since the mid-2000s. In 2011, I had a paying feature gig at a comedy club called Sidesplitters in Knoxville, Tennessee. I had featured there a few times, and this time, I was featuring for comedian Jose Sarduy who was a super nice guy and very funny.
By Christy Eidson5 years ago in Confessions
