Memoir

Simple Words
Life is filled with those small moments that are life changing, eye opening, turning points, or life altering although you may not realize it at the time. It is amazing that such small moments can have such monumental and long-lasting impacts on our paths. My memoir is based on a particular moment that I reflect on often as this wonderful journey of life has brought me to this very moment to share a very personal memory.
By Jesse J. Rivas2 years ago in Chapters
Sometime My Life is Like a Movie part 2
Little did I know when I moved to Los Angeles to attend film school that I would have experiences that I have only seen in movies.
By Lynda Spargur2 years ago in Chapters
Mirror mirror.
The bones and the flesh I am made of are aching. Aching to walk the streets without fear. Aching to feel safe and to be seen.
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Chapters
Into the waves
Saltwater swirled around my outstretched fingers, the chill of the October brine prickling at my ashen skin. The pallid grey-green sky and the eerily calm flow of the tides signaled that a storm was coming- i'd need to batten down the hatches.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Chapters
Starting Over...Again
Chapter 15 I. When you’re a kid, you have quite a few preconceived notions about adulthood. These are built from the examples set by your parents to what you see from movies and television. As a child of the 80’s, a hearty part of the (non-animated) entertainment I watched showed successful people in successful relationships. The 80’s had the iconic Cosby Show, a must-watch comedy in my household (being one of the few things a child under 10 with two teenage siblings and parents that went to high school in the sixties could agree on) while, on the drama front, there was Little House on the Prairie. When my siblings went off to college in successive years (they were ‘Irish twins’ born eleven months apart), shows like The Wonder Years, Family Matters, and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air provided even more examples of positive relationships—and the requisite hilarity befitting a good sit-com, canned laughter be damned*. Others like Diff’rent Strokes, The Facts of Life, and Seinfeld that, while not necessarily capturing the model nuclear family, were still littered with positive adult role models (though it could be argued that the latter of that bunch was an examination of what NOT to do as an adult). Adding all of this together with the examples set by my parents and my older relatives, I imagined that by 30 I’d be married with children (and hopefully not in the dire vortex of disdain Al Bundy had for his brood).
By D Anthony2 years ago in Chapters
I Know Why Bears Crap in the Woods
A word to the reader... Normally, I'm a VERY modest person and don't even acknowledge bodily functions. So, as you're reading, keep two things in mind.... One: We all poop. And Two: Pigs are flying.
By Lena Beana2 years ago in Chapters
Scattered memoir and The time I first encountered Johan Grimonprez The Double take experience so strong as going for my first Ho hook pai training in Mexico Df
This ride may not be easy for logical mindset it carries jumps and hits and rocks and fast changes it carry the real truth the disconnections of the younger old me from the time of the memoir and the connection of it into One in the very of the inner now it is not meant to hurt anyone If you are a narcissist or another but some inner me probably needed to write it.
By Darkos2 years ago in Chapters
Grieving The Dead, And The Living
As I pulled up to the cemetery, I felt a sort of dread in the pit of my stomach. I hardly ever went there anymore. It was hard to. Losing my brother still weighs so heavily on my heart, even now. But I felt a little better about it this time because Eric would be there with me. I figured, at least I wouldn’t be alone.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Chapters
Mom's Window
This is something that was originally post a year ago, but mom has passed since then, and some things have changed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
Summer Dreams
The extreme temperature of my first memorable summer was unusually humid for our area of Indiana, driving the heat index up into almost the 100’s. There hadn’t been much rain that year and it showed. Mrs. Shultz from next door couldn’t keep her prize roses alive long enough to compete in the garden club’s annual floral competition but to her credit, most of the other gardeners in the area were experiencing worse issues than she was.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
Ruminated Riff Raff
“Come in for a minute.” A catalyst for one of the most malignant continuous series of moments I would endure in my lifetime. I was working on a music video for a controversial artist. I don’t know if I was called in because I was closest to the door at the time or if there was any forethought at all. Forethought is flattering but fleeting. I would like to think it was because I was closest to the door.
By Talya2 years ago in Chapters
Stay with me
I mean, growing up, I always had this innate fear I would lose my mother, a stubborn German who loved hard and disliked herself even harder. Some days, in the years following her death, I blamed myself, thinking my fears materialized and led to losing her. I spent 20 years witnessing her self-destruct, and eventually that became the norm; I simply accepted the inevitability of things, losing her emotionally long before she died. As I got older I began to ask myself, could I have tried harder? I would find old photos of her where she stared into the lens, and tried to make eye contact with the past in an attempt to understand what year the light escaped her and addiction stepped in with a futile flame. I searched for her pain before me - for validation that I didn’t cause her to lose hope in herself.
By Kaitlin Oster2 years ago in Chapters