Autobiography
I Should be Attending my Wedding Right Now
… But instead, I’m enjoying my sweet, sweet liberty from a tyrant. My doctor appointment was at 2:30 pm in Jacksonville. A new doctor, and I was unsure about going. Not because of the doctor herself, but because of the weather. My first tornado warning since moving to Arkansas. It was just for a few counties, and would be for only an hour or so.
By Sarah Massey2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Chapters
The Ultimate Prank
Many years ago, when I was a girl of 18, I pulled one of the best pranks ever on my older brother, Ed. It turned out to be the ultimate sibling prank, only because of events that happened earlier in the night that, at the time, I was completely unaware of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Catching the Heartbeat: A Brief look from the Center of My Diary
Life is a mind boggling embroidery woven with strings of encounters, minutes that shape our story and characterize our excursion. In the soul of praising the send off of the Parts people group, I set out on an intelligent excursion — a brief look into a critical section that lives at the core of my biography. This section, settled in my journal, epitomizes a defining moment immersed with feeling, understanding, and validness.
By Manjit@6400..2 years ago in Chapters
1995
Midway between new born and four-score-ten. What did it mean? Born at the end of the 1950s, by a few days, I was now 35 years old. A year older than this time last year. Was I any wiser? As editor of a low-key trade magazine I guess I was at the top of my chosen profession. Reasonably good wage, treated quite well in the organisation, small team of dedicated professionals behind me. I was a married, mortgage-paying dad of two. Or at least would be that summer as we happily awaited, at the start of the year, our new arrival. A lot would change over the coming years.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Chapters
Emily
Emily was a much-wanted child, born 9 months and 4 days after our wedding day. Starting out as a problem child, she poked her fingers through the sack and sent me into an early labor that would unfortunately be less than successful. She was now to be born through a pitocin fueled delivery on Thursday, January 12, 1984. Well, that didn’t work so onto a C-section on Friday, January 13, 1984. Note the date please.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Chapters
Vintage Korea
Today I got on the plane. November 1985. Just two short weeks after my darling Emily and I were wed, I am leaving for a year. As I walk up the steps to the airplane, my uniform spiffy and neat, my 2nd lieutenant bars shining on my shoulders, my eyes search the windows of the airport lobby hoping for one last glimpse of her lovely face.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Chapters
From Darkness to Self-Love: A Journey Through Heartbreak and Self-Discovery
(The following is an excerpt from the memoir I am writing about my life. This chapter explores my first legitimate queer relationship since coming out at the age of 14. My “coming out story” will be shared in future as another chapter, and also features many surprising layers and twists and turns that brought me to where I am now with my sexual and personal identity. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this little excerpt. TW: Mention of an eating disorder. Reader discretion is advised.)
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Chapters
A memory memoir
Thinking back on it, I may have been a bit rash. Ok I was definitely a bit radical, I had my walls of defense, but did I have to take flight? Probably not but the action was made. Even through my love Arizona I wouldnt change the choice I made that night and the weeks to follow. Always trust your instincts!
By Sarah urffer2 years ago in Chapters
Happiness at the end of the Tunnel
It's anazing how just a click of a button where distances were an issue, nowadays distances are covered by communication is rapidly replaced by computers. What it took weeks to reach from one point to another, now the click of a button, makes the message that could take weeks to reach their destination, now it takes seconds or even less.
By Chacha Jaramillo2 years ago in Chapters
