Family
Sometimes There Are No Words
Have you ever been moving along, not having a problem, and generally happy and content then out of nowhere someone says one thing, and your entire mood changes and everything feels like it falls apart? I haven’t had many of those, but I had one recently.
By Morgan Hiler4 years ago in Confessions
New beginnings
So many new experiences and changes have come this year. Life is evolving in good and bad ways. Change on top of change and new on top of new . The pace of life I’m hoping will change to a slower evolvement. With wins and new new viewpoints to join hands in evolving flows of life. One viewpoint versus another force. Tides change but can be at your own pace and in the direction you want . Making things happen in your life is ultimately up to you.excited for life with my son. So happy and ready for me and Ethan’s life to an amazing world . I can’t wait for that me and him experiencing happy and abundantly flourished life .
By April Liao 4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to my Former Father
Dear The Man I once called Dad, The man that I thought was my father for a good portion of my life. As I suppose you filled the fatherly role in an aspect. But, you never really were my Dad. You were just the man who knocked up my Mom and married her immediately after. Treating her in ways that broke her down mentally and physically. Ways that I probably will never know the depth of or will ever know. A part of me never wanting to look deep into either.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 years ago in Confessions
I survived the storm
“She’ll never make it” that’s what they said. I just lost my Mammy Bam as God called her Home, a few months before the most horrific accident imaginable. My Mammy was my rock, my hero, my friend. She was always there, she held my hand through it all. I still remember holding her hand telling her it’s okay to let go. It’s okay I’ll be alright. It’s okay to go. She closed her eyes one last time a few hours later and took her last breath. She left this world. My heart was broken.
By Rebecca Stump4 years ago in Confessions
My Father
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
By Jane Oxley4 years ago in Confessions
Beginnings
It's chilly and humid here in the finished basement of my mother's house. I came to visit as quickly as I could when her health took a sharp and sudden turn for the worse. She'd been battling breast cancer for the last eleven years, with the last five years in stage four. She died on Sunday, surrounded by her children and a handful of her grandchildren. For the last several days, the house has been abuzz with activity: five adults catching up, cooking, joking, and planning for a funeral, and a grundle of teens and pre-teens making the most of their summer, running in and out of the house, slamming doors, watching movies, playing loudly with other kids from the neighborhood, and filling in life where adults overlook by habit or design. Most of my family have gone back home in preparation for her funeral. The smell of recent laundry and this morning's coffee tell the story of a slightly more lively house than the quiet and shadowy place from which I write.
By Gideon Maughan4 years ago in Confessions
Who's youth is not confused, write to your 20-year-old self
Now it seems that some of the things you did carefully at that time often ended in failure, and the clothes that you put together casually seemed like you. Of course, you wouldn't have known, and if you hadn't failed over and over again, I might still be on the same path today.
By king4 years ago in Confessions
