Family
Memorial to My Superman
I don’t know what I want to say or how I want to say it, there’s so many things over the past few years I wished I could say but never had the courage to. At least not back then-- I have some courage now, just a little. Though I’m a bit late with my letter. So late that you’ll never get to read it.
By J K R4 years ago in Confessions
The Passing of the Torch
Trigger warning: This article is about coping with loss and grief. According to the Office of National Statistics, there were 9,459 deaths per day during June 2021. This was a spike due to the ongoing pandemic as apparently, the average number of daily death’s in the UK is normally around 1000. Each number represents a real person, each with their own unique stories of a life once lived.
By Trisha Dunbar4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to My Muse
I was thinking about the challenge I told you about, where we write a letter to a mentor thanking them for everything they did for us. You, of course, encouraged me to write to my father. After all, it was his disposition for creativity and enjoyment of the unusual that set me down this path. I thought of my mother, who has always encouraged me to carve my own path and be the best man I can be. And we tossed around the idea of writing to my high school English teacher, who scribed encouraging accolades in my yearbook that, admittedly, still make my head feel a little big today. But I feel like I would be cheating the person that has had the most significant influence on my life, and it didn’t feel right not acknowledging how important you have been to my growth, my success, and the future I’ve been able to carve for myself and our family.
By Mark LoProto4 years ago in Confessions
Don't Let Go of Your Warriors
I will never let go of someone holding my wrist. There is so many warriors in my own personal war who has been making sure I elevate through how they live there life they became my inspiration but my hero the one who has never let go of my wrist is God.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions
G’night John-Boy…
I have three boys. I am obsessed with them. I crave their giggles when I can’t hear them, I long for their smiles when I can’t see them, I even sniff their clothes ( t-shirts, never pants or socks!) before I chuck them into the washing machine. I adore them. They are like my drug of choice. They‘re all teenagers now, and I am loving watching them grow into fine young men.
By Emma Louise4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to My Nephews
Dear Nephews, I hope you know how awe inspiring you both are. Let me tell you why. C: You have endured so much in such a small amount of time. Despite what your mother, my sister, may say I think you have handled it with better grace than most adults ever have. At the tender age of 5, we followed along as you were diagnosed with a slow growing brain tumor. I remember the phone call, “We are not screaming, we are not crying. It is what it is, and we are waiting.” That became our mantra for the past 6 years.
By Caitlin Gonya4 years ago in Confessions
3 things I always wanted to tell my Dad.
Dad and Daughter relationship is beautiful and pure. Dad never expresses anything, yet understands daughters wishes without spilling out and fulfils it. I have one amazing dad, who along with 2 more daughters, raised them, nourished them and fulfilled all our dreams.
By Harsha Upadhyaya4 years ago in Confessions
My Hero
Dear Dad, Remember the times you stopped me from running into busy streets. Remember all the times you read every single word on my school essays to let me know what I can do to make it better. Or do you remember the times I simply said I liked a snack and you bought me 10 more the next day. These are some little things that I won't forget even when I'm grown and have a family of my own. However, I am not only grateful you helped keep me safe, or made sure I was healthy but I'm additionally grateful to be the person you shaped me to be. Therefore, here is my token of appreciation to you.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Confessions
Diamonds Give Me Heartburn. Top Story - February 2022.
I think I was nine when my Nana took me to get my ears pierced. She might have been more excited about it than I was. She even bought me a little pair of diamond chip earrings to switch into once I was healed. “These are very special and expensive,” she said, placing the velvet box into my hand. “You have to take good care of them.”
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
5 Things I Wish I Could Tell My Mom as a 30-Year-Old Single Woman. Top Story - February 2022.
My mom was my first best friend. She brought me up as an individual and never as a girl who would live most of her life with her in-laws. She made me trust books and skills over looking pretty.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
