Family
The story of an orphan: when hope is taken away twice
How is it, Daniel? Are they in their right mind? The child just got used to it. Everything got better... Mr. Ethan hung up and frowned. He worked as the director of this orphanage in a small provincial town for almost 20 years and managed to see everyone. Among his students were those who were returned by foster parents. But usually these are children with severe pathologies, and even then it is extremely rare. When people did not calculate their own strength and faced a problem that turned out to be unsolvable for them. Mr. Ethan did not condemn, even pitied such couples. In the end, they wanted the best.
By Julia Njord4 years ago in Confessions
The Female Ego and the Shadow of Transactional Femininity
The term “male ego” gets thrown around a lot, and much of it has been defined through evolution, culture and societal perceptions. What is largely considered to be the “male ego” are really the long-held assumptions and stereotypes about masculinity and maleness. Women, likewise, can also be in their “female ego”, but women aren’t always aware of how this ego manifests.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
Starr Theory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well I am one to disagree personally; when you realize what space is you will be rushed with the feeling of euphoria beyond belief. I’ve had much fear of death recently after hardship and loss, and I went to the deepest and darkest depths of my soul. I was lost in this world and I think we all feel the same. The yearning for more, the need for validation, the desire for love, the list could go on for years. We all feel it and we all receive these gifts differently. However, it’s not just gifts we receive, and sometimes we feel hopeless. We kill ourselves slowly with cigarettes or quickly with a bullet to the dome. These experiences are all fully necessary in life as they are all different. They are all unique paths with unique stories to tell and they should be shared.
By Connor starr4 years ago in Confessions
Jesus is Real
Any person who says, “I don’t have to do what my parents say, I’m eighteen,” has probably never had their mother utilize her sandal as a tool of public humiliation in the middle of a low-priced grocery store. I grew up in a mixed-race household that fulfilled the stereotype for both Mexicans and Irish individuals. It began as Catholic and became non-denominational Christian, which meant that while we attended normal church and experienced communion, we did not have ‘Mass’. Because of the nature of my family, hearing sentences like “my mom will totally beat my ass,” always held different connotations than what most people would think. The saying doesn’t mean “I am a victim of abuse” as much as it means “my parents weren’t afraid to spank me as a child.” With all of this said, there was a moment in my life in which I was sure my mother was going to beat my ass in front of all my friends—the time I dropped the communion juice in Church. Through this disaster of an event, I came to realize that Jesus was real, and he saved me from an ass whooping.
By Kai Jeffreys4 years ago in Confessions
Good Luck
I was twenty-one years old when my dad died. It was sudden—unexpected—and it gutted me like a saber slicing through my liver. Mom cried—no, she sobbed—and I doubt those pained screams of horror, begging for the news to not be true, will ever leave my memory. My knees gave out and the asphalt bit into my skin, granting me scars that would never surmount to the scar left on my heart. The hiccupped heaves clawed their way out of my mother’s throat, her voice unidentifiable as each cry pierced my spirit—my very being—as if a javelin had been thrust into my lungs. He was just here—what went wrong?
By Kai Jeffreys4 years ago in Confessions
The Effects of Prevalence of Fatherlessness in Modern Society
The formula for masculine growth is simple: Shovel-Blisters-Callouses Do the hard work, endure and overcome the pain/resistance, adapt to that challenge, learn that skill, and take on the next level of hard work.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
