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I Forgave Him, But I Didn't Stay
Forgiveness is for freedom—not for returning to the same pain. There’s a version of love that no one warns you about. It’s not the love that screams or shatters plates. It’s the kind that quietly wears you down, one little dismissal at a time.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Neurodivergent Black Girl: Shame. Content Warning.
"Can't you do anything right?" Shame permeates me like the sound of a church bell in the streets. It moves through my body like a snake, wrapping itself around my heart and my brain. Then it squeezes.
By Riss8 months ago in Confessions
"The 5 Seconds That Broke Me — and Then Built Me Again”
It was just five seconds. Five seconds of silence after the call ended. Five seconds that shattered my world. I still remember the vibration in my pocket. I was walking home after a tiring shift, lost in thought, wondering if life would ever become more than just survival. The call came from my brother. I picked it up with a tired, “Hello?”
By TrueVocal8 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Found Out My Father Had Another Family
I was reaching for the lasagna when my mother’s voice cracked like a whip across the kitchen. “Don’t touch that. We’re waiting for your father,” she snapped, eyes glassy with something that wasn’t just impatience.
By Ava Writes Truth8 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 水切り
I found myself writing a lot more last post so I am thinking I still have some stuff to talk about right now. We bought a lot of food to prepare for my mom's procedure on the 24th. It is tempting for me because sometimes we don't keep a lot of food in the fridge.
By Kayla McIntosh8 months ago in Confessions
Immigrant Spaghetti
I’ll never forget the first time I had a taste of Ethiopian spaghetti. It was a balmy, late-spring night in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, in 2011, at the now-closed restaurant Queen of Sheba. Nearing closing time, the crew started dishing out its nightly staff meal. Owner Frieshgenet Dabei sat down at my table with a plate of spaghetti, and I caught a scent of tomato and berbere. I may have actually floated out of my seat like a cartoon character on a carpet of aromatics into the seat across from her. Without my having to ask, she explained that spaghetti is as popular as injera in Ethiopia, and sometimes they’ll even eat spaghetti on top of injera. She taught me how spaghetti was introduced by the Italians, who have a long history of violence in Ethiopia, during and following Italy's invasion and occupation of East Africa in the late 1930s and early ’40s. That influence now sat on Dabei’s plate, noodles swathed in a homemade tomato sauce with onions, garlic, berbere spice, ground beef, and green peppers. She’d incorporated the last ingredient when she moved to the South.
By Kristen Orkoshneli8 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voicemail I Couldn’t Delete
I told myself I was ready to let go—until I heard their voice one more time. --- It was just a random day. The kind of day when nothing special happens—laundry in the basket, dishes in the sink, and a to-do list I had no interest in finishing. I was scrolling through my phone, half-distracted, when I tapped on the voicemail app by accident.
By Izazkhan8 months ago in Confessions
Singer 4411 vs. 4423: Which Is Right For beginners?
The Singer 4411 and the Singer 4423 Heavy Duty is a top choice. Many sewists, new and old, love these machines. Today, we’ll look at two popular models. They have a lot in common, but some key differences might sway your choice.
By Imran.Bin.Ilias8 months ago in Confessions
