Embarrassment
That's Why Flamingos are Pink
When I was younger, we always spent Christmas day at my grandma's house. I have so many fond memories of the holidays there. There was this one year that the firemen had to go help a kid across the street. It gets pretty cold here in the Midwest in the winter time. Across the street from my grandma's home is a little, rundown park. I guess this child decided that it would be a good idea to stick his tongue to the swing set pole. Spoiler alert: his tongue froze to it. The irony? We were watching 24 hours of The Christmas Story.
By Cassandra Grimes5 years ago in Confessions
The Brown Box
It’s 7:22pm Monday night when Crystal finally begins to walk towards her car after a long shift at J-Mart. Crystal is a second year nursing student working to put herself through school. She stands a solid 5’8, has beautiful dark brown melanin skin, short black curly hair, and a figure so magnificent and unique that the best sculptures in the world couldn’t recreate it.
By John Allen 5 years ago in Confessions
My Discman
I will not speak for anyone else, but the Covid-19 age has brought out certain traits in my character that I never wanted to consider. My book collection has grown exponentially (Facebook's Marketplace has ruined me). My running habit has made me actually look forward to getting out of the house. I have joined several online pages that allow me to write, scribble, note my thoughts, and continue with the idea that I can be creative in the worst of times.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Confessions
I Don't Want to Online Date
For the first time in my life, I am not interested in dating. I don't enjoy it at the moment. Call me selfish but in the past I always expected my men to pick me up in a car and for me to have to do the bare minimum for anything. I expect them to pay, to try to win me over, and to drive for me. I expect them to dote all over me, open car doors, and having me by their side would be reward enough.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
Surprise Party
The day had finally come! I was fifty. My husband was throwing a “surprise” party for me. It would be a surprise alright. I dressed carefully and did my make up just the way he liked it. I was still a trophy wife at fifty and he loved to show me off. I had to look perfect. I practiced my surprised face and fake smile in the mirror. It was almost time to go out with my best friend, Chloe. Chloe and I had gone to school together since we were 14, we got married at the same time, had kids the same ages and lived in the same neighborhood. We were inseparable as were our husbands and kids. She was taking me for a drink – to get me out of the house before the party. Then we were going to come back and get ready for the vacation I was leaving on tomorrow. A yoga retreat all by myself. Yep, this is fifty. The kids were young adults and John, my husband never took vacations, so off to the fat farm by myself.
By Suzanne Arden 5 years ago in Confessions
HIDDEN MISTAKES
Hidden Mistakes The radio static blasted through the speakers, all around were soaring fields of cornstalk, a creepy scene on a night like this. The overstretched, twist and turns of the road felt like a faraway drive to neverland. I was staying at my boss’s old home with my wife. The house that settled way too close to an enticing cliff that led to ghastly waves chunking off at the rocks below. Enticing only because I would walk to the far edge, hearing the waves crunch below, convincing myself a jump into the ocean wouldn’t be so bad, a chance to get away in hopes of finding the little mermaid.
By antoinette5 years ago in Confessions
Do YOU Hate Yourself?
I need to find the self-loathers on here. The people like me who look back on their lives and shriek internally. Trying to find an angle for the (No) Regrets Challenge was a nightmare. Vocal asked me to go back and examine a lifetime of idiocy, humiliation, and mortifying mistakes. It was a lot harder than I had expected.
By S. Frazer5 years ago in Confessions
