Family
The Real Life Of A Single Mom. Top Story - February 2022.
I’m becoming sentimental. While planning my daughter’s sweet sixteen birthday party, to be held in a few months, my mind has been drifting. I keep thinking about time’s swift passage. And I have been trying to come to terms with my baby turning sixteen. I am ready to celebrate this milestone in my daughter’s development, but I wish I had magical powers to turn back the hands of time.
By Dr Deborah M Vereen4 years ago in Confessions
The promise, the marriage and the lies.
Most of our lives we search for that special someone the one who is to help us through any difficulties in our lives. The legend of the soulmate though some people fall through the cracks and find the one that is supposed to make them learn what love is. I found that love first when a soulmate was what I was hoping for.
By Ellie4 years ago in Confessions
NEVER LOSE YOUR HOPE
My life has not always been pink, but I passed with strength and hope everywhere. When I began to understand life, I was just a seven-year-old girl, then I lost what was dearest to me in this world, my grandmother, my father's mother. My grandmother was everything to me, he gave me all that was best for me, I was the light of her eyes, I received the best lessons from her, I received all the warmth and love that a child could receive. All I could say was that I had everything I needed in those moments. Beautiful moments that I can't forget even after 24 years, but I will never forget them.
By Alexandra Predescu4 years ago in Confessions
The Most Important Meal of the Day
"The girls have, what I like to call, 'dick envy.'" I hear this time and time again, but how would you explain the first twelve years of my life. Raised by women, the man I was expected to become was different from the man men in my family attempted to mold me into. As a child, I was very sensitive and emotional, never feminine, but more in touch with my inner feelings. Amongst women, that was ok, but when surrounded by the men in my family, crying was a sign of weakness. Thinking that they were what I had to become, it felt like an obligation to learn to hide my feelings, and show no weakness, but at home, with the girls no one fought their feelings. If we wanted to cry because it hurt when we slammed our finger, or just because we were offended by what someone said, then we'd fucking cry. Plus at home, there was no competition, so the feelings were mostly positive anyway. As I grew older, and girls lost their cooties, and my eyes finally dried up, and finally my uncles could relate to me, I began to see that becoming a man does not have a clear definition. 'The girls' would want me to work hard in school, keep my eyes on the prize, and stay driven. Society wanted me to collapse, succumb to the drugs, the violence. Society made itself the most appealing, but the influence from 'the girls' kept me on a somewhat steady path. When I finally had experience under my belt, pun intended, my uncles and I would talk more, swap stories, and it was clear what being a man was to them. "Fuck as many girls as you can while you're still young, and never get married." Well, obviously. "Everybody does a little dirt, its part of life. As long as you don’t get carried away." Sound advice and probably the most realistic. Everyone fucks up, lord knows I already have, but it's what you take from the experience that makes the man.
By Mike Ortega4 years ago in Confessions
Did You Hear That?
No one has ever accused me of being one hundred percent normal. Even as a child, I was a little on the strange side. My parents noticed as did my maternal grandmother. While I’m not totally positive when it started, I was aware of being “different” when I was six years old. The year was 1953.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Confessions
Torch the Poet
Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Torch the Poet of THE C.R.O.W. SHOW™️! Very interesting gentleman to say the least. Bumped into him on Twitter and have been intrigued ever since. I decided to breakdown a few of his Podcast’s episodes and share why I think this dude is so cool.
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
Leaving from PARO
Everyone used to describe her as a lotus in a swarm. Lotuses die soon; they die in that swarm. She did not associate herself with that lotus. She did not connect her life with that of a multitude. She never has and never will accept that kind of death. You cannot tame a physical body when the conscious is the rebel.
By Eksaahir4 years ago in Confessions
