Family
The S'Mug of Victory
My paternal grandmother is a loud, rude woman. I think you know the type. If you suggest she's being too loud or too rude, she responds with phrases like "That's just how I am" and "At least I'm honest." Neither has she ever particularly cared for me much. So, on one of the few trips to visit my family while we lived in Florida, when we went on an activity that I had chosen as a reward for doing well in school, it was no big surprise that she complained and made a scene the whole way.
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Confessions
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Some people leave behind echoes—words, gestures, tiny acts of care—that resurface long after the moment has passed. Over the years, I’ve been told by friends, family, and even acquaintances that something I once said or did helped them in ways I couldn’t have imagined at the time.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Together Again
Introduction This morning, I woke and my phone was on 3% power, not ideal when I needed it for my visit to Preston. My phone has my train tickets and railcard on, so without it, my journey would be a little difficult, to say the least. I think my charger is not working, but it was a cheap Poundland one, and I have had it for a few years, so it has now gone.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Him. But I Loved Myself More
I met him on a rainy Wednesday. The kind of rain that feels like a quiet cleansing—gentle, persistent, and oddly romantic. He was standing in line at a bookstore café, holding a worn copy of Norwegian Wood and glancing at the sky like it held all the answers. I noticed the sadness in his eyes before I noticed anything else.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
"Raised Between Languages"
I was born between words. Not in the sense that I came out speaking, of course—but the moment I learned to say hello, I also had to learn how to say salaam. One word felt round and warm, the other flowing like a whispered river. I didn’t realize at the time that I wasn’t just learning vocabulary—I was learning how to be different people in different languages.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
Kaylee Goncalves’ Father: “We Know Why He Did It — And It’s More Disturbing Than You Think”
It’s been more than two years since the unimaginable struck in Moscow, Idaho. Four promising lives—Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Ethan Chapin, and Xana Kernodle—were brutally taken in their own home. The crime shocked a tight-knit college town and sent waves of sorrow across the country. Now, as the legal aftermath continues, Kaylee’s father, Steve Goncalves, has spoken out bluntly:
By Bevy Osuos6 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Smart Fridge Tried to Take Over the House. AI-Generated.
Start writing... It all started on an otherwise perfectly normal Tuesday morning. I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping the first cup of coffee—the sacred ritual that kickstarts every day. My phone buzzed with emails, and I was just about to scroll through them when my smart fridge decided to interrupt.
By Muhammad Riaz6 months ago in Confessions
He Was My Therapist, But I Fell in Love With Him Anyway
I know how this sounds. Believe me, I’ve judged myself harder than you ever could. Falling in love with your therapist isn’t just cliché — it’s ethically complicated, emotionally messy, and, well, a little bit tragic.
By Abdushakur Mrisho6 months ago in Confessions
Walk With Me in the Garden
The garden wasn’t large, but it felt like another world. Tucked behind her grandmother’s old stone house, it was a patchwork of roses, jasmine, tulips, and winding vines that seemed to whisper with the wind. As a child, Amara believed it had magic. As an adult, she realized it still did — just a quieter kind.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
