Family
What Really Matters
My mother taught me the importance of a good pair of scissors. Our livelihood depended on them. Not long after my mom and dad met, my father bought a new set of golf clubs, which came with some scraggly-looking yarn club covers. He decided he could make better ones, and said to my mom, “these could make a good business. Sew me up one.” Of course, my father didn’t know how to sew.
By Echo Roben5 years ago in Confessions
Saving memories
In creating happiness, I produce happiness through creating memories with greeting cards and other crafts. This car is a small token that I have found over the years that I truly enjoy receiving like I still have every single greeting card that green card I've ever received as an adult from birthday cards to graduation cards to Mother's Day cards to just because holiday cards. I still have all of them. I've always found value in these cards, I started trying to create cards for others.
By Chauntelle A5 years ago in Confessions
Death Bed Confessions From Someone Who Has Heard Too Many Of Them
I believe we are put into certain places to do specific things for reasons we may never grasp nor understand. Maybe even never truly accept. But we do them anyway, and it's often for a calling.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Flowers
September 17th, 1998, I was 16 years old! Most kids my age were sitting around studying for their Geometry test, or better yet, gearing up for Friday's football game. As for me, well, let's just say that I was gearing up for something else entirely--Motherhood! That's right, folks! In a few short hours, I would become a teenage mom to one and a statistic to others. While I will not boggle you down with the intricate details of my life throughout those years, I will leave you with the most important facet of my life during that time...my newborn baby was born with several disabilities which rendered her a quadriplegic and blind. Before she turned one year old, her physician declared that she would not survive past 3 years of age. So there we were Bri age ten months, and me now 17 years old, with an uphill battle to climb.
By Nakia Palmer5 years ago in Confessions
Encaptivating Escapes
Like a bee drawn to the sweet nectar of a flower, I too was lured to my own symbolic flower. Each beautifully crafted petal freeing the cold metal bars of my mind into a magical intriguing world of endless adventures and experiences. I've lived countless adventures with Ramona Quimby as she so bravely endured the woes of the third grade, traveled back in time with Laura Ingalls as she battled the hot drenching summers, the relentless blizzard filled winters, I've tasted the savory made from scratch buttered biscuits, the mouth watering blueberry pies that Mrs. Ingalls so diligently prepared for her family. My heart ached as I was encaptivated within the pages of "Roll of thunder, here my cry" as I experienced first hand, the racism that Cassie and her loved ones had to endure daily throughout their lives. I cried with the Big Ma and Cassie's father as they watched the land their grandfather had worked so hard for years to buy, burn to the ground. R.L. Stine took me on tours through nightmarish and unbelievable adventures. I've visited haunted houses and theme parks, met an evil talking dummy named Slappy, and even been chased by a mummy that was somehow cursed. Those countless adventures, laughs, and screams are somethings I hold dear to my heart, and I am so grateful I was able to experience them.
By Jennifer Allen5 years ago in Confessions
Dušica for SOUL
I was in my freshman year at the University. I majored in theater but this was my first film audition ever. I inhaled deeply, I walked into the room knowing I’m animated and big, probably too big for the excruciating eye of the camera and spotted the director, who reminded me of a hamster, with his full cheeks. I plopped on the chair and just felt grateful that I was able to be in the room. That I was invited. I took another deep breath and listened carefully. The director approached waving his hands uncontrollably, I could see he was nervous too. “The story is about a young couple. They’re in love, and they just had a baby. I don’t want to reveal too much but the baby at the end… Well, it's not a happy ending.”
By Tjasa 5 years ago in Confessions
Dušica for SOUL
I was in my freshman year at the University. I majored in theater but this was my first film audition ever. I inhaled deeply, I walked into the room knowing I’m animated and big, probably too big for the excruciating eye of the camera and spotted the director, who reminded me of a hamster, with his full cheeks. I plopped on the chair and just felt grateful that I was able to be in the room. That I was invited. I took another deep breath and listened carefully. The director approached waving his hands uncontrollably, I could see he was nervous too. “The story is about a young couple. They’re in love, and they just had a baby. I don’t want to reveal too much but the baby at the end… Well, it's not a happy ending.”
By Tjasa 5 years ago in Confessions
Mom.
A mother’s love is pure & unconditional. A love so strong it can never be broken; my mother is all of this x 100,000. My mom is like superman coming down from the sky giving you hope, a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. My mom is the Obi WAN Kenobi to my Anakin Skywalker always guiding me on the right path, even though I don’t listen half of the time. My mom is also like Batman sneaking around in the night, always watching, always looking for answers, the world‘s greatest detective. At the end of the day my mom is human. She has days of her own struggles. Days were she breaks down & cries. However she still manages to be my hero. Someone I can look up to, someone who inspires me every day, makes me laugh & smile. Also like Yoda, someone I can always look for advice even though it might not make sense at the moment. In hard times my mom is a foundation I can always rely on & no matter how afraid I get my mom is the light at the end of the tunnel. Always pushing me to move forward, while dealing with her daily challenges. It’s not until I was older that I realized not everyone has a mom like mine. Sometimes I look at her & say to myself, “How did you do it?” Not everyone has someone in their corner always backing them up, always there to be a shoulder to cry on, always to be a guiding voice to pull you out of fear & back into the light. Many times I thought about Who was there for her ? Who helped her? Who guided her? Now I appreciate my mom even more than I ever have in my entire life. As I go through my adult life, I’m still learning & making mistakes. She was never prepared for half of what she went through, but she got through it. She always will. So I understand more now that she is my hero, my human, my gift. I have the absolute honor of being her child. I can rely on her to be there giving me advice & telling me to get a haircut & to make sure that I’m eating everyday all in the same sentence. To chase my dreams. To love pure & unconditionally. Treat others with kindness. Live life to the fullest. While teaching me this, I’m able to teach her things like putting herself first. She has always been there for everyone & now it’s her turn. As a kid no one was able to handle me & almost everyone was annoyed with me, except for my mom. I know I probably got on her nerves more times than she might have liked but she was always there motivating me & always lifting me up. I see her day in & day out work. Become a boss. Creating her name across America. Well known for her job & started of as a receptionist to becoming her own boss. There’s always something special about a woman who overcomes everything that is meant to destroy her. I don’t ever have a memory of going without food, clothes, the things I need & even toys that wasn’t a need but she made it happen. This single mom made my life the absolute best it can ever be. If I was to ever have the chance to change my mom that’s definitely not going to happen. To me my mom is perfectly imperfect. The greatest woman I know. She is rare & I will forever cherish her. My mom has left so many good memories & so many wonderful stories, wisdom & the knowledge to pass on to my future generation. She has shown me what a mother’s love is truly supposed to be, unconditional & pure. I look forward to the future adventures I will have with her & cherish everyday as if it is my last.
By Jasmin Lespier5 years ago in Confessions
MY MOTHER, MY AUNT
My mother and I always had a very unusual relationship. My mother gave birth to me while she was going through her change of life or menopause if you prefer. I was the last of 7 children with a 25-year age span between the first and last child. My mother was an incredibly quiet woman, a very reserved classy woman. She never spoke much! As a youngster I would have to pry a conversation out of her. However, she was always evasive with her answers and her answers always left me with another question that would also go unanswered. I always thought that I was my sister’s child for you see my sister moved to California right after I was born. In the 50’s, a lot of this was hidden to protect the mother of the child. However, what my mother revealed to me later in my life, on her death bed; was the most disturbing yet appreciated truth that helped me to understand her, her decisions, and helped to mold my path in life.
By Linda Chandler-Jacobs5 years ago in Confessions
