Memoir
Love me when I least deserve it
It's so easy to love when everything is perfect, when we feel eternal, when we look at life without time or space. Everything we see is love, and all that love is reflected in any angle or perspective of an eternal infinity of situations and dreams repressed by innate desires to live that ideal romantic love story, which even before all the Hollywood movies and novels shaped that concept, seems to have already been born within us.
By Sergio Rijo2 years ago in Chapters
Dark Night(s) of the Soul
When everything darkens, it is at night. A cold and lonely night, the sun ceases to rise, everything is blackness, even the air we breathe becomes so dense and black that it is impossible to inhale. The heart contracts, a continuous pain of not being able to break free from the strongest bonds ever created: the bonds of our mind.
By Sergio Rijo2 years ago in Chapters
Hearing the Call
I was a junior in college and Eric Church embarked on his groundbreaking Holdin' My Own Tour. I wanted more than anything to see him perform live. These shows were not just typical concert affairs, they were something new altogether. He was, as his tour was so aptly named (after one of his songs), holding his own tour. No openers, just approximately three hours, split into two sets, of him and his band, The ECB, playing as many songs from his catalog, from the hits to the deep cuts, as they could fit, along with some covers. Each night, the setlist changed. And as I found out when I began my journey of following the tour online, jaw dropped, was opening the show solo, just him and acoustic guitar onstage. As the instrumental interlude of the song began and he deliberately moved to the main portion of the stage (because the stage was an original design that included a pit within it - notable in and of itself), it then broke into the rock guitar solo on the electric guitars and the stage lit up as a local high school choir sang the backup vocals. It was epic. Each night of the tour, in each new city, a new choir made their debut.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Chapters
Aging Groups of Supportive Friends. Top Story - October 2023.
In October of 2012, I was diagnosed with bronchitis. It was not bronchitis. Then I was diagnosed with pneumonia. It was diagnosed as pneumonia a second time and now we are in November of 2012. I was diagnosed with cancer.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Chapters
Wednesday in September
Walking in her shoes: Close your eyes and visualize waking up from an amputation. You have lost both legs, your dominant writing hand, and two fingers from the other fist. You are confined to a wheelchair permanently. The swelling is preventing the possibility of using prosthetics.
By Elisa Green2 years ago in Chapters
How writing and becoming a creator changed my life
I was thinking naturally in the shower this morning, where we all get our best ideas, right? Well, at least I do. They pop up, and it’s always a great brilliant idea, and sometimes I remember it, and sometimes I forget it.
By sara burdick2 years ago in Chapters
A Marble Garden in China. Content Warning.
The presence of a beloved individual with whom I share an unbreakable connection makes an idyllic day for me. The setting is the embrace of nature and a serene garden. Feeling the sun's warmth on our faces while a gentle breeze cools us. The fresh air of a new season carries the fragrant aroma of blooming flowers, delighting our senses. It wasn't until my thirties that my life made that outing far better than I had ever dreamed.
By Elisa Green2 years ago in Chapters
