Friendship
I Ended a 17-Year Friendship With A Text
n 2004, I met a girl. Let’s call her Cindy. She was dynamite. Weird, smart, into theater, super badass. We met in a summer theater program in high school. And she quickly became one of my bestest, favoritest, awesomest-in-the-world friends.
By Carrie Kolar4 years ago in Confessions
Beyond These Walls
The woman standing in front of me is my neighbor but she doesn’t know it. She lives in the unit on the other side of my flat’s northwestern corner wall. And as much as I'd like it, we may not actually share a wall at all, just the empty space in between plywood sheets where mice and rat droppings—and hopefully no snakes—might be found.
By Elle Kim4 years ago in Confessions
The Greatest Lesson I learned in 2021
As 2021 is about to end, I want to share the greatest lesson it taught me... It was just another day on social media when I saw a post from my friend. We had been friends for years, but we didn't live near each other so we only saw each other online.
By Sara Marium4 years ago in Confessions
How to Maintain A Social Life in Your Twenties Without Waking up With a Hangover Every Weekend
Let’s face it - most people in their twenties living in NYC party hard on weekends. Sure, I like going out, but I’ve definitely grown out of the desire to go clubbing until morning hours and heading home while watching normal people go on their morning runs.
By Sarah Graham4 years ago in Confessions
2021 Holiday Gift Guide for the Amazing Friends in Your Circle
You love your friends and you love to make them smile during the holidays by giving them special gifts that they'll love all year long. Of course, because your friends are so unique, not just any gift will do. You want to give something to show how much you appreciate their friendship in a caring and thoughtful. So, to show your squad how much they mean to you here's your 2021 holiday gift guide for your amazing friends.
By McKenzie Jones4 years ago in Confessions
My Friends Think I’m Petty
My small group of friends fell apart on June 7th, 2021, when we got infected with COVID-19. Why we fell apart wasn’t because of health, though. We were lucky. Nobody died, ended up in the hospital, or got long COVID. We’ve all gone back to our normal lives, jobs and hobbies, even working out.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Confessions
I Am Still Looking For You
For years I have been trying to write a novel. I have only high school level knowledge in writing, so I am constantly doubting myself. I get up to 100s of pages only to scrap most of it and start over again. It was becoming habitual to the point I realized I needed to change if I was ever going to finish at least one novel. My constant obstacle is myself. I worry my story lines make no sense, I wonder if I am lacking in details or over explains and I know for sure my grammar is atrocious, so I am constantly beating myself up, but what is the point of that if I don't know what to beat myself up about. My fiancé, who is an artist in a different pursuit (comedy), suggested that I join a writing community. He explained how networking and immersing himself with like-minded individuals helped him to hone his skills and pave his steps forward. I thought I too could benefit from artistic camaraderie. It was a brilliant idea and I still think he is write. I don't believe anyone is truly self made. Everyone needs help along the way at one point or another. However, there were issues to overcome and my journey is not over yet.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Confessions
What I learned from the murder of Phil Masterson
I’ll never forget the phone call I answered, mid-morning on a weekday, in the fall of 2011. It was the day after Labor Day, and I’d spent the weekend trying to ignore my looming sense of dread. I blamed my pregnant brain—I was eight months along—and got back to the daily grind. Until I got the call.
By Ashley Herzog4 years ago in Confessions
Finding Me
I begin this story with one of the darkest times in my life. It was an incident that made me alter the entirety of myself. Life hadn’t been great, I had an abusive mother (Bio-ma), an abusive husband, but when I was not around either person, I knew who I was. I was a happy person who loved life. I escaped the mother by running into the arms of the husband, and I escaped the husband by accepting he might kill me, and I was all right with that, but I got out alive, and the person I was when I was no-where near the orbit of those people, came to the fore and I lived, loved, life.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Confessions
