Childhood
Dear Younger Me
Dear Younger Me, Take a deep breath. Slow down. Stop the continuous worry about where your future may lead you. I know it may seem important, and it is, but worrying about the future will only lead you to miss out on the present. Of course, I remember the excitement that came with planning your one-day dog shelter and studying the anatomy of a dog at age nine, but do not stress yourself with unnecessary factors. When you push yourself to the fullest of your potential, always remember that joy and happiness must come along with you if you are to be the best you can be. So take a breath … the world is not going to end if you don’t know the step-by-step layout of what your life is going to look like.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Confessions
Memories from the Crawl Space
The hillside view always took my breath away. I took out my phone, pressed the camera button and switched to video mode. I lifted the phone to my face and scanned around the view. Ever since I was young, I always wanted to capture moments in video form. The view was nostalgic enough for me but then I caught a whiff of something in the wind.
By Andy Zu4 years ago in Confessions
The Bold Venture
The Bold Venture I was about thirteen years old when it was started. My dad was in the backyard hammering away on what looked like a small box. Little did I know that this little box would lead to an adventure that would last a number of months and an experience that I would remember the rest of my life.
By roy Slezak4 years ago in Confessions
I Get Five And She Gets Seven?
I will never forget these words, because they have never failed to make me laugh. I can literally still picture this little boy- he was like a mini version of a middle-aged Jewish lawyer. He was being dropped off for an hour in a kids-club at the gym where my mother briefly worked in the early 90s. I was there as a special assistant, otherwise explained as, my mom did not want to leave me home alone.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Confessions
The Protector
When I was a young preteen girl I got a job babysitting. My cousin was a regular babysitter for this couple who had one child. The child was a little girl they called Dolly. I was excited to earn some money as I had only ever watched my younger siblings and was not paid for that.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
Unwanted
Unwanted The first time I felt like a trash bag, blown away drifting and stained with filth and holes was the day I watched her go. Every year the celebration of the great existence and sacrifices of mothers around the world gets gifts, love, and appreciation from their daughters and sons. Nothing indents deeper than having the notion of being unwanted by their mothers. Each year the gradual residue of her absence became the shield of my pain. Many times we forget the damaged particle within us by pretending they are dead.
By Aiyan Turley4 years ago in Confessions
The apology my fourth grade teacher really deserves.... Top Story - November 2021.
It was the year 2003. I was in fourth grade. My dad had just recently started letting me say "crap". It was a privilege that was revoked within 24 hours because my sister and I literally said it in every sentence - even when it made zero sense given the context of the sentence.
By Jaquelyn Cannon4 years ago in Confessions
Gifted 🎁
Howdy! 👋🏾 I'm gonna try not to bore you all to smithereens with this story but my "special" assignment officially began in junior high school at the tender age of 12. It ultimately culminated into the discovery of a precious gift that I still cherish to this day.💝
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Confessions
I See Us Smiling Back.
I’ve been searching for you, dear one, my entire adult life. Remember when we were inseparable, you and I? As a matter of fact, we were so close that there was no telling us apart. I saw you smiling back at me when I looked at my reflection in the mirror. When happiness sparked in you, I felt joy. When sadness spilled in your heart, I cried tears. When anger took its rightful place in your belly, I shouted and stomped my feet. Oh, I remember those days when you, on my inside, matched the me, on the outside. Our experience of the world was pure, without judgment or projection. Wholeness defined us.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Confessions
