Humanity
I am Very Asian
Violence against Asian individuals is on the rise in America due to the coronavirus, and the prospect is terrifying. I am half Japanese, and constantly worry for my mother when she goes out. This worry grew worst when the 2021 Atlanta Spa Shootings took place, and when Captian Jay Baker said the shooter was having a “bad day.” I sat there with my mouth agape and in shock.
By Tiffany Wells4 years ago in Confessions
The Size of Your lips changed
Please let me go Caleb, you are not here, and I don't want you to be. Not white and not black. I want home to come get me, so I can heal in an environment where nothing you showed me exists, the bad feelings don't exist either. I have never felt more alone, and you only kick me around in these dark days, after you broke my brain. I don't know what is real and what is not real anymore, that is why I demand I go where I know it's real. Where I know an XL male shirt, doesn't fit someone with my build.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Confessions
The Mattress Jump
With a new year comes the set of promises that we all make and call resolutions. We resolve to do things like lose weight, eat right, read more, change jobs, find a loving relationship, or simply give up something. My own set of resolutions was very simple: get a new phone (done); exercise more (already on my way with jogging, yoga and other exercises); take a chance on relationships (Covid-19 has made this a very interesting challenge). But there was one other thing that I decided to do and have had planned in my mind for more than a year: a new bed.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
I Am Newly 45
I know when I was younger that I thought people in their 40’s and 50’s lacked style and were old. And now I sit in my high-waisted mom jeans (that are on-trend, by the way) and wonder if I am that old bag? I am the same age my mom was when she became a grandma to my son and then died 10 short years later.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
The Romance of The Phone Box
Last week my Google Pixel 2XL sort of gave up the ghost, basically, it stopped charging. It could have been the connection port or the battery both of which meant I need a phone replacement. I could have gone for a reconditioned Google Pixel 3XL from Music Magpie but Argos could send one in an hour but it would be an Alba 6 which got good reviews on the net.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
Following A Near-Death Experience, I've Spun My Life Around For The Better
What will you remember 2021 by? For me years 2o21 was a year of learning. It was a rollercoaster ride, without seatbelts. The first half of the year was defined by highs, extensive travels and new experiences. By mid-year, I was on top or so I thought. My life build up to the highest point of escalation that it was impossible to slow down. But the brakes gave away mid-flight and I fell. I started fading away, both mentally and physically: if continued, I was sure I would not survive.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
I'm sick of New Year's Resolutions and Here's Why: A List of All the New Year's Resolutions I was Unable to Achieve/Keep up with in the New Year
New Year's Resolutions are notorious for falling through. There are a number of reasons I think that is. Maybe it's because we come off the busy period of the holidays expecting everything to calm down, when it really doesn't. Maybe it's because the new year inspires you, but then reality hits two weeks into the new year and it doesn't fit the hype. Whatever the reason, we've all probably had our resolutions fall through, right?
By Jaimie4 years ago in Confessions
Sleeping Is My Superpower.
I am embarrassed to admit that I once believed sleep was an inconvenience. Being the daughter of a single mom, I felt there was no way she slept with all the things she had to do. I realized that I had grown up believing that sleep was a luxury I could not afford. I would work until I was nodding out, trying to accomplish going to school, working a full-time job, running the church's music ministry, singing in a choir outside of the church, and writing dramatic monologues I performed at events. I did a lot, and I justified it by saying, "No worries, I'll sleep when I'm dead."
By Janeen Thompson4 years ago in Confessions
Authenticity
Intro: ? I am struggling to decipher the beginning, because a writer must choose a starting point on a timeline looped like infinity. As Hannah Gatsby put it in her groundbreaking, commentary-comedy 'Nannet' when we are telling a story, we make a choice depending on how we want the audience to feel. Nannet having been autobiographical had truth to it, yet after the cascading notes of our laughter we are then informed that her punchline led to an actual punch, and suddenly we retrospect on our laughter. This perhaps is why, for all the stories that get written, many do not. We like to think that we are being authentic when we are being truthful, or genuine, yet the act of story telling requires omitting details because no one person can pay attention to all events, atmospheres and perspectives. These ommission are always synonymous to deception, so then what is this authenticity that we aspire for? This is my discomfort with the word.
By jocelyn Townsend 4 years ago in Confessions
