Memoir
My Current Journeys
Hello, everyone. My name is Meghan. I have been joining this writing community since Summer 2021 when the pandemic is still overflowing. I am glad that I was conquering one of my fears and insecurities due to my mixed language disorder since I was a toddler. I have so many things that it has been very challenging every day, every week, every month, and every year. I would like to share how much I have been going through from birth to my mid-30s on this journey.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Chapters
Arizona State of Mind
So, with no jobs, money burning a hole in our pocket, and a deep need to see a new part of the country, we packed up and started the hours-long drive to Arizona. From Texas, with all of our stops and such, it ended up being about an 18-hour journey. Not including, of course, the overnight stop that wasn't even planned by us that we were essentially peer-pressured to make by Madi's travel-bug grandmother...
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Chapters
Play Anything You Like
As a British ex-pat of some thirty years living and working in Spain and Japan, one of the most common questions I get asked by strangers or new friends is "Where are you from?" If I answer England, that lines them up for what comes next. Sometimes I answer their question with "Why?" I know, you shouldn't answer a question with one of your own, but I have my reasons. Not all such inquiries about where I am from are conversational ice-breakers from friendly natives.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Living A Life Abroad
As a British-born and bred ex-pat, of Irish descent, living and working in the South of Spain for the best part of twenty-five years, there were three types of social events I tried my best to avoid like the plague. It's not that I am in any way anti-social, far from it, I can be quite the social butterfly when I want to be. However, I learned the hard way to be very selective about who I mixed with socially.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't the First Time I Had Died
Previously it had been about my own hopes & dreams, a recognition & accepting that my life was not my own but that I had been called by another to a purpose far more debased. Not that I couldn’t have chosen my own path—I most certainly was free to do so—but it wouldn’t have gone well.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Chapters
Freedom, at long last!
I had a troubled youth. That is the only safe way to express that. Shortly after I turned 15 we moved into a house that we had to share with another human. I use the term 'human' lightly, as this particular person would constantly make all of my friends uncomfortable, particularly those of the feminine variety (I've had issues with trusting males my entire life). This 'human' worked as a security guard, as well, and had access to firearms.
By Dave Rowlands2 years ago in Chapters
Gone Too Soon. Top Story - September 2023.
A Bridge to Hell I lifted the recent photo from my office desk and thought of my great day with my children. We had spent the last days of summer together on Lake Keowee boating. We didn't know it would be the last day the three of us spent together. Though imperfect at times, they had overcome and survived the antics and hazards of their teen years.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Chapters
Next Chapter - Magnetic Love?
I have fallen deeply in love three times during my life so far, and they were all intense affairs that ended with unresolved feelings. The first time was with my ex-husband. It lasted over 28 years and was a rollercoaster of incredible proportions, marked by some great loving, caring and appreciation at the beginning, and resentment, anger, and frustration at the end. When we finally parted there were still a lot of attraction, but much sadness between us.
By Elaine Sihera2 years ago in Chapters
