Family
My Motherless Mother
She hung limply from the electrical cord in the center of the ceiling. Her sturdy black shoes were untied, her dress fluttered in the breeze of the floor fan. Her hair was in a neat chignon, her eyes empty and blank. That was how she found her Mother on an ordinary Monday afternoon. My Mom was thirteen years old and her quest to survive began that day.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Confessions
Missing Loved Ones
It really doesn't matter how much time goes by, truth is if you lose someone you love you miss them forever. As time goes by, it does get a little easier and you learn to accept that they're gone. As of May 29th, 2021 it has been two years since my son's father passed away. His Mother also passed away last October and she was very important to me as well. Both of them cross my mind daily. I miss them very much and this article is to talk about them and express my feelings.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Confessions
After Baby Stretch Marks Make the Most Beautiful Tattoo
How great a privilege is yours to carry this proof of giving birth. I am determined to be naughty, to tease you, and put in a passion, so you don't give a second to fruitless lamentations about lost smoothness and vanished firmness. Your looks, as they are, are precious. Forget all negative expressions, voicing none. You should not regret the aftereffects, which helped you become a Mother.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Why Mom you didn't teach me..??
For The last few years I have been very interested in people, and I pay close attention to passersby when I go out and walk. It always makes me happy to see children learn from their parents. A child with big eyes and curiosity, watching his mother's actions and words, is a powerful visual aid. It touches me today in ways that have never been seen before. Now that I am older and more determined than ever to examine my habits, I realize how important those moments are in building a child's life.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Confessions
The eternal feeling of grief, the pain that sticks
"carbs carbs carbs" my mother taunted as I was cooking my grilled cheese. Every time she walked upstairs from her at home 9-5 job, I was in the kitchen just waiting for her to say something, to take the things that made me happy and just crush them in her palm, to laugh at me and say that i'm just being sensitive.
By Nastasiya Simms5 years ago in Confessions
The Secret Deletion
My oldest brother is a complete asshole. No, seriously, he earns that opinion yet again every time I have to see him. He is seriously one of the most profoundly horrible human beings I’ve ever met in my life — I always envied other little girls who had nice brothers who played with them.
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Confessions
DON'T GO THERE
Don’t Go There, The Elephant Between Them As a boy of six, Jackie was teased, taunted, and traumatized by his older sister; the apple of her daddies’ eye, his “princess”. From the boy’s perspective, Daddies’ little angel was no angel. One day, after egregious levels of terrorizing her little brother, the boy snapped. In desperation, he picked up his sisters’ favorite doll by its leg and threw it at her. The porcelain head of the doll (more specifically its nose) clipped her forehead, drawing blood. The girl screamed bloody murder and ran to Mommy. Just wait ‘til your father gets home young man. That was the first and last time Jack spanked his boy, emphasizing with the phrase, “Real men don’t hit girls, ever!”
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Confessions
