Humanity
The Salty, Sweet, & Shit List
--- I've always really wanted to use profanity in a title, maybe it started when I was ballsy enough to write "bastard" on my Grade 11 English exam. In university I wrote also wrote "fuck" multiple times to answer a question about literature and the Holocaust on an exam. But I digress, as an elementary school teacher I have to stay "professional". Though this is not the classroom. Thank fuck.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Confessions
Dollar Stars
Dollar Stars ~Stars and Dollar Tree I wake up to the blaring alarm clock that sings Walking on Sunshine and forget why I ever liked that song. With my eyes wanting to stay shut and the twisted stomach I fell asleep with, it is hard to gather the motivation to plant my feet on the cold hardwood floor. Luckily, my need for caffeine weighs out my need for comfort, and I walk. As I wait for the coffee pot to fill, I take in the sunny-coffee scented air. I could really be happy right now if my life didn’t suck.
By Alyssa Huenke4 years ago in Confessions
Making it to Heaven
Making it to Heaven By: Ann Larual One minute I was walking down the sidewalk mentally reviewing what needed done today, the next minute there was the squealing of tires, crunch of metal, and Pain. It was intense pain that seemed to radiate throughout my whole body. I tried to move. Nothing. Tried to speak. It was the same. Nothing came out. Then things got really weird. All the noise that I’d been hearing, people screaming, horn blaring, sirens, and someone talking to me, I think, just seemed to fade away. Until I heard nothing. It was the same way with my vision. It just faded from a flurry of activity and panic around me to, well, nothing.
By Laural A Seither4 years ago in Confessions
The More I step into my Grace, the More Grace I naturally Give to Others
The more you get to know yourself, the more you get clear on what your true values are. This is a true gift because your values light the way towards living a life that is in alignment. Your values help you make the hard decisions, and have the hard conversations. And most importantly maybe, they ground the heavy emotions that inevitably come with movement and change.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
My Vocal Bad
Image from Pinterest Introduction You may think that this is going to be a negative post, it will hopefully be seen as positive and supportive to everyone in the Vocal Facebook Groups and that immediately has given me an idea. I often list my favourite Vocal Groups at the end of some of my posts. If I take that list and turn it into a pseudo poem then I can just attach it to relevant posts going forward, so it will appear here as well.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
Summers Gone By
Mama brings out the last of the casserole dishes, and just like that, the row of flimsy folding tables with cheap red and white plastic table cloths is transformed into an all-you-can-eat-summer buffet. She's wearing the floppy pink sun hat I got her for mother's day this year.
By Hale Gray4 years ago in Confessions
Delivering Bad News…
Not sure how I got the title of the ‘Official Bad News Deliverer’ in my friends’ group; but I digress… it is inevitable when there is bad news to be delivered, I am the one who is called upon to do it. I do not think it is because I am patient, because I am not. It is surely not because I do not cry when others cry, because my eyes have a mind of their own when it comes to tears. And it is certainly not because I can distance myself from the news itself, nope…I internalize everything! Maybe it is in the delivery. Maybe that is it. I am nowhere near perfect, but I can deliver news well.
By #KristinaWrites4 years ago in Confessions
Wet n wild
Sitting in my whirlpool, i’ve never felt it drag me down too much. It doesn’t have an aggressiveness to it. It’s comfortable, alleviating from anything else i’ve ever known, not that i’ve known much else. It’s calming. From a distance I can see everyone else’s whirlpool. Some people’s whirlpool are heavy and agonizing. It doesn’t allow for other people to find comfort in it. It’s aggressive, it’s harsh. You can’t get in unless you were in it when it started. It pushes people out who try and calm it down. I see people who share their whirlpool’s with other people. It can be soft sometimes but most often it’s ugly, humiliating, and showcasing of the people in it. They never really mix well together. I feel bad for people who share their whirlpool. There’s hardly ever a time when two people share their whirlpool that either of them are happy. It’s depressing. It’s harsher than the one of the person’s who’s whirlpool is so aggressive. But even with all of this so many people do it. The idea of sharing a whirlpool is tempting I can admit but the action is never what anybody expects. They poison one another’s whirlpool and then leave. Those who can’t leave have kids in their mixed, poisonous, miserable, unsatisfied, deadly whirlpool. The kids are born into their own whirlpool, so similar to that of their parents. The children are born into chaos. Who will the kid have to rely on when it gets too aggressive for them to handle? It’s getting deeper. The kids are reaching their hand out begging for help. Where is their help? It’s getting deeper. Why does no one notice? It’s getting deeper. I don’t see them anymore. They’re drowning. They’ve drowned.
By Marie 4 years ago in Confessions
