Embarrassment
I Am The Anti Vocal
Note to self: ( with all the credit due Norman McDonald ) unless or/and until someone pulls a Benjamin Franklin this is about all there is insofar as their childhood goal of gaining notoriety, etcetera through storytelling. There is probably, like every other philosophy ever invented something to say for/about the Power Of Positive Thinking. While this may not of itself have gotten somebody admittance to the University of Southern Mississippi...maybe it just about did. While I would avoid publicizing beyond a certain point the school's decades old claim of being among some top twenty or other in English Departments at least there was no poor mouthing going on.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Confessions
That's Why Flamingos are Pink
When I was younger, we always spent Christmas day at my grandma's house. I have so many fond memories of the holidays there. There was this one year that the firemen had to go help a kid across the street. It gets pretty cold here in the Midwest in the winter time. Across the street from my grandma's home is a little, rundown park. I guess this child decided that it would be a good idea to stick his tongue to the swing set pole. Spoiler alert: his tongue froze to it. The irony? We were watching 24 hours of The Christmas Story.
By Cassandra Grimes4 years ago in Confessions
The Brown Box
It’s 7:22pm Monday night when Crystal finally begins to walk towards her car after a long shift at J-Mart. Crystal is a second year nursing student working to put herself through school. She stands a solid 5’8, has beautiful dark brown melanin skin, short black curly hair, and a figure so magnificent and unique that the best sculptures in the world couldn’t recreate it.
By John Allen 4 years ago in Confessions
My Discman
I will not speak for anyone else, but the Covid-19 age has brought out certain traits in my character that I never wanted to consider. My book collection has grown exponentially (Facebook's Marketplace has ruined me). My running habit has made me actually look forward to getting out of the house. I have joined several online pages that allow me to write, scribble, note my thoughts, and continue with the idea that I can be creative in the worst of times.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
I Don't Want to Online Date
For the first time in my life, I am not interested in dating. I don't enjoy it at the moment. Call me selfish but in the past I always expected my men to pick me up in a car and for me to have to do the bare minimum for anything. I expect them to pay, to try to win me over, and to drive for me. I expect them to dote all over me, open car doors, and having me by their side would be reward enough.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
Surprise Party
The day had finally come! I was fifty. My husband was throwing a “surprise” party for me. It would be a surprise alright. I dressed carefully and did my make up just the way he liked it. I was still a trophy wife at fifty and he loved to show me off. I had to look perfect. I practiced my surprised face and fake smile in the mirror. It was almost time to go out with my best friend, Chloe. Chloe and I had gone to school together since we were 14, we got married at the same time, had kids the same ages and lived in the same neighborhood. We were inseparable as were our husbands and kids. She was taking me for a drink – to get me out of the house before the party. Then we were going to come back and get ready for the vacation I was leaving on tomorrow. A yoga retreat all by myself. Yep, this is fifty. The kids were young adults and John, my husband never took vacations, so off to the fat farm by myself.
By Suzanne Arden 5 years ago in Confessions
