Humanity
INSIDE THE BROWN PAPER BAG
No one knows when the brown paper bag arrived. All we know is that it arrived. It wasn’t friendly either. As a matter of fact, that it is an understatement. The brown paper bag contents were said to be despicable. It was the opposite of what the world was intended to reveal.
By Beautiful Intelligence4 years ago in Confessions
I AM GEORGE FLOYD
I am a man wanting to live, I am person with children looking for me to give them life, I am one of billions that are trying to survive and live even in these times of uncertainty, All I strive for is to achieve a much better life, But I have to live with the fear that I may die one night while I drive, I can't stand to see the tears in my mother's eyes, While my children ask why must they see our skin to be denied, But I refuse to become another statistic and know this I am truly being realistic, Because it is way past time that we have all these witnesses to a dark way of law enforcement living. Peace and blessings to all those who have passed at the hands of those who are to protect us.
By Khalil Huff 4 years ago in Confessions
The Journey Ahead
For those whom are reading this, thank you. It’s taken awhile for me to come to terms with the past like many of us that has done the same. So many of my decisions has been left for others to make. So much effort that I made to others as if to make a big investment in hopes to wrap the benefits in the end. Concluded with myself that all of the work that’s out onto others will turn out better for us. People matter because I didn’t. For a time there was so much that was affecting the results of my labor. What mattered to others is what mattered to me.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Painting and Music
I once made an artist cry, which is by no means an accomplishment that was difficult nor fills me with pride. In fact, it was one of the most awkward encounters of my life. I was a second year journalism student blogging in my spare time to increase my chances of gainful employment and internships that did more than just "pay your dues". A lot of what I blogged about was local galleries and restaurants. One artist I interviewed was upset from my probing. After pointing out either similarities or inspiration from Beatrix Potter her eyes began to water. She said she didn't like thinking too deep about such things, and never feels comfortable explaining her art. Part of me felt embarrassed for her for being so fragile in public. Part of me sort of understands why she might be having such an emotional reaction. Art isn't just art. It's a refuge from a world that expects us to numb ourselves to function.
By DMolly M4 years ago in Confessions
The Timeless Joy of Hobbying
Obviously I have a passion for my writing. It has been my oldest and most utilized passion or hobby. Many people say that you ought not do what you love for a career, as the pressure to please others for the paycheck will make one dislike what they originally loved and enjoyed doing. This is the case many times, but for me it doesn't usually happen with writing. A few times I have had paid writing jobs, and I'll admit it wasn't as fun for me as when I write without restrictions or expectations; However, I find joy and comfort and peace in writing, especially if I can do so with a typewriter or traditional computer keyboard. I love it. I love reading too, but I find it so much easier for me to write rather than read. Whether I'm writing a poem or a short story or an editorial or even just coming up with some jokes, I find the whole process a miraculous gift that I have the blessing of enjoying while providing.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 years ago in Confessions
Nowhere Man
My name is Harry Hogg. I’m an alcoholic. I was born an orphan. I am a novelist’s dream child. Raised by good people, I was uninterested in learning at school. At seventeen, I left the island on which I became a teenager. I spent days, weeks, and months alone, preferring to remain distant. At the time of writing, I am 73.
By harry hogg4 years ago in Confessions
Story my sad pt 2
When I was about five years old my parents were slightly unstable and sent me to live with my grandparents. I guess this was due to the fact that I was to start kindergarten soon and stability would make everything a lot easier for everybody. My grandpa was a retired Marine and both grandparents were grounded in good morals and a very traditional American type of lifestyle. I like to believe that my understanding of the way a man is supposed to be Comes from me watching and observing his every action and reaction. More fascinating was the way in which he solved problems and how both my grandmother and him would interact and communicate with one another. they compromised while coming to terms on difficult situations by taking into consideration each other’s concerns, emotions, and treated each other with respect. They would deomonstrate respect to the others perspectives, beliefs, and Vulnerability at that current moment.
By Jennifer church4 years ago in Confessions
Fifty jobs and counting
job 21 was when I moved to California. I was sick of my ex and moved in with my parents for a little bit. It was in the middle of summer and I started working at Sprouts as a cashier. I did everything there from stocking shelves, helping in the meat department, cleaning bathrooms, and even working in the bakery as well.
By Luke Simpson 4 years ago in Confessions
A Vocal Media Creator's Confessions
Writing on a platform with exceptional writers is in many ways intimidating and frustrating, the professional writers, bloggers, and book authors are wordsmiths with immeasurable skills compared to my humble neophyte skills. Of course, that's my internal feelings speaking out.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Confessions
Rebuilding Myself From the Ground Up
We've all done stupid things in life, right? Those decisions we make in our youth that we think are so great, only to learn your parents were right all along? Well, I probably made more than most, but that's where my story begins, decades ago, and one "brilliant" decision.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Confessions
