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Two Uses for a Glass of Merlot
It was about 7pm on a Friday evening when I strode into the popular city restaurant near my office. I had quickly showered at work and changed from my Zegna suit into a white linen shirt and dark chinos. I wore a musky cologne that women seemed to like. Remembering my wedding ring, I quickly slipped it off and slid it into my pocket to avoid awkward questions.
By Aleta Coleman5 years ago in Confessions
I walked away
What is regret? It's a word we hear often. To regret is to feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over something that has happened or been done, especially over a loss or a missed opportunity. To feel regret carries a negative connotation. Society praises those who have no regrets while it almost condemns people who have them.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
My experience at the blood bank
In the early 1990s, there was a neighbor who spoke often about going to the blood bank which really was the local blood plasma center. I did not have a real understanding about this organization so my opinion was based on what I heard. Listening to this neighbor I assumed that this was a place where the homeless, addicts, and alcoholics went to get money for their next drink or drug. I envisioned older males who smelled of alcohol and were dirty and stinking were the main people who frequented this establishment.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Sweetheart to Sweet Pain
This is going back 14 years. Just finishing GCSE'S, I was in the field with my best friend at the time and I randomly got introduced to my class mates cousin from across the school gates. He was on the 'bigger' side, acne on his face, and dressed in American-style clothing.
By Muzzle5 years ago in Confessions
An April Fool
The margarita tastes like summer. I close my eyes and listen to sounds that only I can hear – waves breaking on the beach and the cry of gulls. I turn my face to the sun and imagine the cool wet sand between my toes. Another sip and I smell fresh-mown grass and potted geraniums and smoky barbecue grills. Summer is many weeks away, but this first day of April has gifted us with a taste of warmer days to come, and restaurant patios in Toronto have sprung to life with patrons like me who are keening for them.
By Laurie Scott5 years ago in Confessions
There is a list.
There’s a list. On a crinkled white page, set on a clip board on the old dresser in the kitchen. My list. One of them. My life is set against lists now. Lists of friends on online groups cheering me on. Lists of food I can have and one’s I can’t. Lists of phone calls, appointments, schedules in diaries, pockets, purses. Sometimes I wake at night and wonder if I’ve forgotten to add the right thing to one of them. Have I forgotten a list, somewhere? Does it need my tending? The kind of tending my old life used to have but now is buried under the changes, under the pages.
By Lys Lily Wild5 years ago in Confessions
You Didn’t Know
I didn’t think what we were doing was wrong. I knew crawling under the motion-detecting hallway light to avoid waking up my sister sleeping in the living room was wrong. I knew getting into your car a few houses down was wrong. And when my sister asked if I took the dog out in the middle of the night because she saw a shadow on the patio, I should’ve said yes. Instead, I panicked and convinced her she saw a ghost.
By Ali Lornklang5 years ago in Confessions
Close Encounters of the Beach Kind
I boarded the ferry and sat with my friend as fellow hotel guests shuffled on behind us. We sat and waited for the quick ride across the bay to begin. A day in the sun took a toll on my Irish complexion and all I could imagine was laying down on my cool mattress with the A.C. buzzing overhead, lulling me to sleep.
By Spenser5 years ago in Confessions
Glass of life
Sometimes we can feel when we make mistakes. In my case - I always know that what I’m about to do is a complete mistake, but I still do it. I have a strong intuition and I had it for as long as I existed but I never used it. It’s just silly to always have the answer but to never answer the right way. That’s why feeling wrong, after having the pure chance to be happy with no mistakes in life, left me with the bothering feeling of guilt. Nothing really helped getting rid of this feeling. OK, maybe wine does, but only temporarily.
By Bilyana Dimitrova5 years ago in Confessions
Glass of life
Sometimes we can feel when we make mistakes. In my case - I always know that what I’m about to do is a complete mistake, but I still do it. I have a strong intuition and I had it for as long as I existed but I never used it. It’s just silly to always have the answer but to never answer the right way. That’s why feeling wrong, after having the pure chance to be happy with no mistakes in life, left me with the bothering feeling of guilt. Nothing really helped getting rid of this feeling. OK, maybe wine does, but only temporarily.
By Bilyana Dimitrova5 years ago in Confessions
