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Taste the Rainbow 🌈
Daddy left me long before he died. I think he loved me, but life with me wasn't a cohesive fit. I think I loved him, too. He was the biggest, strongest, most handsome man I knew. When I was young, he would lift me high on his shoulders. From that vantage point, I was invincible. He'd never let any harm come my way on his watch. Maybe that's why the bad things didn't happen until he was gone.
By Syncere4 years ago in Confessions
I forgive you
I think I have finally come to terms with it I forgive you I cannot hold a grudge towards you any longer I think it hurt so bad because you were like family and maybe that's my fault... I go to the extreme when it comes to friends... they are either my best friend or we are an acquaintance. This is something that I have been working on and understanding that everyone plays a role in my life. Some are meant to stay forever and some are only meant to be with us for a short period of time. I always wonder why that is and that is so hard for me to cope with. I think stems from me not liking the bad times and holding on so tight to the good.
By for my mental health4 years ago in Confessions
Sacandaga Stew
For the five of us kids crammed into the back of the wood-paneled Suburban station wagon, the first sign that we were approaching our destination came through our eager noses, lifted to take in the redolent scent of pine. The crisp fragrance wafted over us like the richest of perfumes, filling all of our senses as we watched the tree-lined mountain road unroll past the car windows. Sure, there were pine trees in other places along our journey from Hopewell Junction, NY to the Great Sacandaga Lake, just past the small town of Northville in the Adirondack Mountains. But the pines never smelled so invigorating as they did pulling into the campground where we would spend the summer.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Confessions
Penny Candy Courage
“Courage is just fear plus necessity and love.” I still remember the day my father said those words to me. It was the fall of 1952, a year of firsts for many things. The microwave had just become available for people to buy. It was half the size of a refrigerator, and cost a small fortune but hey, progress right? Mr. Potato head was the new toy for kids, and the Chevrolet Corvette prototype was the new toy for grown men. Even though the Korean conflict was still ongoing, and America had just tested its first hydrogen bomb, all seemed right in the world to a nine year old boy sitting in his father’s five and dime store.
By Brian Cochran4 years ago in Confessions
Dear everyone who asks,
DEAR EVERYONE WHO ASKS, I AM STILL NOT OKAY. I am not well, thanks. I am not feeling chatty to humor you guys either. I would love to answer your question truthfully, but then I would have to worry about your feelings. I would have to make apologies that I do not really mean. And I will not be able to hide my facial expressions either. Because the truth about me always seems to hurt everyone who is not good at empathy. What even is empathy these days, huh?
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Confessions
Bright Are The Stars That Shine. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, I'd give anything to see your reaction to my crazy tale, fifty-eight years in the making. Instead, it's just me, this keyboard, and the never-ending search for a worthy turn of phrase. I'd rather be holding your hand.
By Catherine Marie4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I Read Your Love Letters
I learned about the place I was forbidden to explore when I was in elementary school. "Don't go in there!" you shrieked, higher pitched than normal, when you turned and saw me sitting over your bottom bedside drawer, peering inside. Your static movements, and the way your body fought to hold itself back from lunging forward and grabbing me, told me I'd crossed a line I ought not to have crossed.
By Lissa Bay4 years ago in Confessions
Contemporary Afternoon Tea
Dear mom, 2018 Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford's in 2018. Picture by author We attend Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford’s Tea Parlour as part of our mother-daughter outings. You were nervously suspended in a world of dainty china in a shop that held an air of aristocracy. We melted right in with the hosts’ explanation of the menu and selection of loose leaf teas. Our fingers nabbed soft scones slathered with clotted cream off the three-tiered tray that held sides of strawberry jam and tart lemon curd. We ate crunchy tempura shrimp and a variety of finger sandwiches and miniature confections. It all was topped off with sugar cubes twirled in cups of fragrant warm tea.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Confessions
Smile, Say Cheese. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Hey Mom! I never told you this before, but I did it. I ate all the cheese you specifically purchased to place on your charcuterie board. You know the one you special ordered straight from Italy? You waited months it seemed, just to try those seven different varieties of aged cheese, and I stole your moment of glory. I didn't intend to eat it all, I just wanted a little nibble of each, and why on earth would they send such small squares of cheese anyways? I mean honestly, if anyone is to blame, it simply must be them for sending such minute sample sizes. Those blocks of cheese, and I use the term "blocks" loosely, were the size of petit fours. I've seen much bigger squares of cheese placed on the ends of traps for house mice or rats. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not making any excuses for my moment of mischief. However, in my defense, I now understand the famous lays motto " betcha can't eat just one". I know this confession is twenty years overdue, but better late than never right? I'm getting way ahead of myself though with this confession , let me start from the beginning.
By ImperfectlyPerfect4 years ago in Confessions
