Childhood
Orange Jello Salad
It was the morning of July 4th 1995. I was 7 years old. My family always bought enough fireworks to light up the sky for hours. We would spend the day at the lake grilling, swimming, fishing, racing in the water and playing a hide and go seek game. I remember the time as magical and full of wonder.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Confessions
Unwanted Words From An Unwanted Baby
In a time of abortion bills and crazy fights against the government for women, I found out something about myself back in my senior year of college. It was 2019 and I had the random thought to talk to my mom. I called her after class and we just had a normal conversation. My mom and I did not really have a good relationship with good boundaries to not get into arguments. The thought came up to me and I said “Mom I am old enough now and I want to ask what happened to my dad?” She paused for a bit before asking me why would I want to know now. I just looked at the table before answering again. “I just thought I should know now.” She said “Well when I found out I was pregnant with you, I told the guy I was with about my pregnancy. He was not really happy about the news. He gave me two options for what to do. He said ‘I could either get rid of you and stay with him or keep you and he leaves me.’ So I decided to keep you.”
By Yumanew4 years ago in Confessions
Sacandaga Stew. Top Story - June 2022.
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
Dependable Traditions
We lived in New Jersey surrounded by trees in what my father referred to as, “a curious old house.” On Christmas Eve, we had a family tradition. Actually, we had many, but my favorite one was when my father read, Twas the Night before Christmas to the family.
By Lese Dunton4 years ago in Confessions
Growing Up Millennial
So, I've been noticing a trend lately among my generation. Those who have kids, are raising them more gently that they were raised and I totally understand why. The world is a horrible, scary place and they're preparing them to be tolerant and mindful and environmentally conscience.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
My Uncle is my Father
Hello, my name is Connie Goethe. I would like to tell you about my father. My birth father left before I was born, my Grandmother Dorthy and Uncle Cliff were there for my birth. My mother after I was out of the hospital, in Pocatello, Idaho. I was in there for 3 months, I was three month premature. My mother Hannah, could not afford the rent so she moved in with my Grandmother Dorthy and my Uncle Cliff he was trying to find customers, he was a carpenter and he had picked up work. My Grandmother was a nurse for Ivinson Memorial Hospital. While I was there as baby, I my uncle put me on his hand that I was the size of. He would be watch a football game and try not to wake me while he was watching a football game growing up was great. My and grandmother had moved to Craig, Colorado, after my Grandmother Dorthy had lost her job after drinking on the job. Because, she was taking care of a couple that had fell asleep with a cigarette in their mouth they did all that they could to save them. But they died on the table. My grandmother got a job as a waitress and my mother the post office. My uncle would always come to visit me and we would watch the Broncos play football. At the age of five the whole family and the neighborhood kids would play tag football. I would always take off walking and I would always be visiting the neighbor's dog Coca. I lived with my mother until I was molested at eight and was put into foster care and then my Aunt Carol and Uncle Cliff adopted me. They put through children's therapy. I was working along side my uncle who was now my father on my Aunt Johnny's ranch and she taught me that if you fall off a horse get back on a ride again. I fell off of Joe when I was gathering cattle for branding day. By the age of ten years old I had little brother that was cute as button and helped take care of him. I hated change diaper, I always asked Micheal
By Funny Kay4 years ago in Confessions
7 years
I grew up at the poverty level of standards put upon us. We never get to choose our upbringing, as sadly if I could've chosen mine. It wouldn't have been this way. I had split parents, never married just a casual hookup. It turned into an 18-year commitment to motherhood. But she chooses otherwise. The story I'm going to share is based on a moment in my life. A moment, I still haven't recovered from.
By Madison Caron4 years ago in Confessions
Life isn't always what it seems to be.
Trauma effects us all differently. The same situation can arise in someone else's life, but the trauma left behind varies from person to person. No one will understand the pain that you feel, not precisely. We are all living in the same place, but from different perspectives.
By Lauren Dee4 years ago in Confessions
Community
I was born in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. I spent my childhood in North Braddock, PA to be exact. Pittsburgh is made up of a series of neighborhoods. Each one its own unique flavor. My parents Kathryn and James had a small apartment in Homewood when I came along. One of the many neighborhoods of Pittsburgh. Soon after that we moved to Silver Spring, Maryland. We didn't stay there very long. I believe I was just shy of 3 when we moved back to Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh is located in what is referred to as the tristate area. That includes Ohio and West Virginia. It’s also referred to as the gateway to the Midwest. It’s not far from a lot of states actually. Maryland, Virginia, Michigan, Kentucky as well as New York are just a few hours drive. Even Canada isn’t very far.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux4 years ago in Confessions
