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We Fell in Love Too Late
The first time I saw her, she was laughing in the rain. I was running late for a train, soaked to the bone, clutching a coffee that had already gone cold. She stood there—under a broken umbrella, smiling at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
Johnson & Johnson Talcum Powder Lawsuit: A Battle for Truth and Accountability. AI-Generated.
--- A Trusted Brand Under Fire For decades, Johnson & Johnson was one of the most trusted names in personal care. Generations of families used its baby powder, believing it to be pure, gentle, and safe. The white bottle with its familiar scent became a symbol of comfort for millions of parents.
By Fiaz Ahmed 3 months ago in Confessions
Virginia Giuffre: The Woman Who Stood Up Against Power . AI-Generated.
Early Life and Struggles Virginia Giuffre was born in 1983 in California, USA, and grew up in a working-class family. Her childhood was not easy. She faced instability and challenges at home, which made her vulnerable at a young age. Like many teens searching for independence, she wanted a better future for herself. But instead of finding safety and opportunity, Virginia was drawn into a world that would change her life — and the lives of many others — forever.
By Fiaz Ahmed 3 months ago in Confessions
Alessia Scita: The Essential Arithmetic of the Heart
I have always believed that wisdom can emerge from the most unexpected places—not just from the hallowed halls of academia or the boardrooms of power, but in the everyday conversations, in the quiet reflections of young people finding their footing in the world. When a young woman, someone like Alessia Scita, shares a piece of her personal philosophy with the world, it invites us all to pause and truly listen. Her observations, delivered with the clarity and directness that comes with truly seeing a truth for yourself, strike at the core of what it means to connect, what it means to love.
By Kate Hydeen3 months ago in Confessions
“I Thought I Knew My Husband Until This Day”
I always thought our marriage was perfect—or at least as perfect as life allows. James was kind, charming, and attentive in a way that made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. We laughed together, shared dreams, and even survived the kind of challenges that make other couples break apart. Or so I thought.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mom
I feel good today. Like I’ve got some sort of idea what I want today to be like. I want to clean and I want to bake and I want to give her solids. I don’t think I’ll clean, I definitely won’t bake, but I’ll do my best to give her the opportunity to explore food. I’m stuck on this couch because at 6 months old she still only naps on me. I’m trying to be okay with it, to see it as a success instead of a shortcoming. Trying to soak it in because it will only be a short season and I know I’ll come to miss it. But it’s so hard to get anything done and feel any sort of productive when all I can do is sit on this couch and rot here. Then she’s awake and she can only entertain herself for 10 minutes at a time. I just can’t even fathom the hours I’ll have to myself when she doesn’t need me anymore. Will it be a relief? Or will it become something I miss?
By Grace Olson3 months ago in Confessions
The Difference Between Hatred and Holy Intolerance
There is a dangerous confusion in today’s world. People are told that loving others means accepting everything they say, everything they do, and everything they believe. But love without truth is not love. It is surrender and cowardice disguised as compassion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Confessions
The Monsoon and the Memory. Content Warning.
July 12 A soft, percussive thud from down the street—the transformer giving up its ghost to the humidity—and suddenly, my world shrank to the four walls of my room, the only light a sickly grey bleed from the monsoon sky. The fan’s lazy whir stuttered and died, and in the silence it left behind, the rain took centre stage. It wasn't the gentle pitter-patter of romantic films; this was a full-throated roar on the terracotta tiles, a relentless, drenching downpour that turned the world outside my window into a watercolour painting left in the rain. Mumbai was drowning, and I was marooned in my third-floor apartment.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Confessions
"The night of inspiration kicking in"
As inspiration kicks in, I feel myself feeling so tired on creativity overload, but I can not help myself, I just want to keep writing, but medication has been taken and it's really kicking in as in really kicking in with not enough time to begin my next writing venture with inspiration.
By Cryptic Edwards3 months ago in Confessions
