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Valley Blues
Oh home - How I miss you today Enjoy this article X poetry piece about a time previously lived in a mountain town exploring the Islands of B.C. and its cattle ranges.
Kalina BethanyPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsTo The Girl I used to Be
Dear seventeen-year-old me, I want to tell you how much I loved you. Now as a thirty-two-year-old trans-man, I love you more than you think people did. And believe me sweetheart, lots of people love you. Your Mom loves you so much. Grandma and Grandpa love you. Trevor loves you in his own annoying sort of way.
Raphael FontenellePublished 9 days ago in ConfessionsConfronting My Childhood Fear
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of fear in my childhood is about being brave. I was probably 8 years old and spent a few weeks in summer at my grandparents’ farm.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 11 days ago in ConfessionsEnough
She couldn’t discern the moment it happened; suddenly there was too much air, too much light, too much life. It was too much air for her to breathe.
S.J.Published 26 days ago in ConfessionsThe Joy of Giving
Funny story — well I got a good laugh! Most of my followers know I’m about to set off in a couple of months to explore this beautiful country I live in.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 27 days ago in ConfessionsA Lifetime of Embarrassing Events
Embarrassment or awkwardness is an emotional state associated with mild to severe discomfort. It usually happens when someone commits a socially unacceptable or frowned upon act witnessed by or revealed to others.
Lizz ChambersPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsMy Waistband and Me
Ever since I was little, I have never really liked my body. Well, when I was with other kids, I started to dislike myself. My body hadn’t bothered me until the other kids pointed out ‘flaws’. Stuff that they perceived as wrong.
Raphael FontenellePublished about a month ago in ConfessionsA Chicken in Every Pot
A Chicken in Every Pot Our new additions! 3 Barred Rock, 2 Lavender Orpington First of all, let me say, I am not a fan of birds. I have had many traumatic run-ins with them throughout my life – from Quaker Parakeets (small parrots) to African Greys to Cockatiels – and many more. They have drawn blood and held me hostage. Being held hostage by a Quaker Parakeet is mighty embarrassing, but …
KJ AartilaPublished 2 months ago in Confessions
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Rebekah WagenerPublished 13 minutes ago in ConfessionsA Time to Love
It all started here in Joplin. I was just a young kid on the streets of Joplin. I did not do much. I was just chilling with my friends. And that same cop kept coming by saying stuff. And he was showing his weapon and ready to start something. I was just young and having fun. And down through the years, I started having attitude, talking stuff and being about something. I did not know better. I was just learning how to be a man. And I started to hang out with the wrong crowd and got into somethings. But I knew better i was no druggy no alcoholic. I just like having fun. And one night the cop pulled me over and frisk us right in front of our girls. And he made us feel embarrassed embarrassed of ourselves embarrassed as a man and embarrassed as a people. And he frisk me one too many so I fought with him knee him in the chest and he fell and pull a gun. And he called me a rotten N-Word and I started fighting with him and with his gun. And he called for back up and that's when that's when that's when the gun went off and he was shot. My friends told me to run but I knew not to. I tried to stop the bleeding and the blood was everywhere. And his backup came and pointed guns at me while I was on my knees and they told me to put my hands behind my hand and I did. Then they jumped on me and put cuffs on me and arrested me. All i was thinking of was my dear mother. My mother crying and angry because of what I did. And I did not care anymore. I was held at the station for hours and hours. And my mother came after being called at work, she said he is just a young man and you're gonna keep him lock up for six hours with only using the bathroom in his cell. And they tried to calm my mother down and explained that a cop almost died and that I would have to appear in court. That I could not be free until further notice. My mother screamed and panic, she begin to say that's my son that's my son and you can't do that to him. And I yelled Mom it's alright I'm okay. The officer said you can come by and visit him and bring him food but he must stay until the judge decides what to do to him. My mother asked to come to my cell and they allowed her to see me through the door. Son why have you've done this? Why have you shamed us? I warned you. I told you not to play around and you don't listen. You don't listen. And I cried Mom I am sorry. But she just walked away and gave my meal to the officer and left. Later on that week in jail, a lawyer called me and said that my mother paid him to represent me and he went through the protocol. The lawyer allowed for me to be free in the community room alone with my mother and him. And he begin to questioned me over and over again. And I was tired but my mother was persistent. And she said that she is trying to save me now just answer. And I said Mom it was an accident. I did not mean for this to happen. I did not shoot him. We were struggling and the shot came. And my mother looked at me hard and long and said Son I believe you but I don't know if the law will. The lawyer said Do you want to go to school? Do you want to be something? I said yeah but Mom doesn't have the money. The lawyer said it's okay because it will build your character. Did the officer say why he frisk you? I said No. Ohhhh that's a violation of Miranda's law said the Lawyer. Mrs. Rosalind you have a case. So weeks and weeks of being in the holding and solitary, i had to come to court and testify. I tried to be serious. I tired to be firm. I tired to be immovable. I was swore in. The Lawyer asked for my story and I told my story with tears in my eyes and my mother cried But the defense and prosecutor came straight for me. And I said There's a season for everything a time to laugh a time a time to grief a time to fight a time to give up a time for war a time for peace but I wondered when the time to love and if I did not regret my actions I would not have stood by that officer to save his life. And the defense and prosecutor rested and later on after the trial the jury decided that I was not guilty.
Matthew PrimousPublished about 6 hours ago in Confessions4 Peace Corps locations that are taking distance learning to the next level
Over the years, technology and infrastructure has made distance learning possible. All you need is a computer or mobile device and an internet connection. The COVID-19 pandemic made distance learning necessary for the Peace Corps and students around the world. Face-to-face classes were too dangerous, and it was impossible to know when schools would reopen safely. Educators around the world got to work on solutions to continue education and minimize the impact of the pandemic on students’ learning.
SabrinaPublished about 10 hours ago in ConfessionsImran Khan: The Leader
Growing up, I was always fascinated by the world of politics and social justice. I would spend hours reading about historical figures who had made a difference in the world, from Mahatma Gandhi to Nelson Mandela. But it wasn't until I learned about Imran Khan, the former Prime Minister of Pakistan, that I found my true hero and inspiration.
Isra SaleemPublished about 21 hours ago in ConfessionsI Love the Lord
I never thought about being religious much. It never crossed my mind. I just thought if you be a good person that your life will be set before you. That you could become great. I wasn't an atheist. I just did not have a close relationship with God. I definitely did not want to go to Hell and I was not infatuated with demonic stuff. But I was still unsure about life and unsure about what I wanted to do with my life. But then things happened, things you don't expect happened. Diseases, poverty and natural disasters who knows. But everyone goes through something in this life, in this world that is unpredictable. Because if it was predictable then most people would have voided it. I was one of those people. I guess I had it coming but how could you guess I believe things just happen. I Louisa begin imagining things. I just kept seeing stuff. I don't know it appear to me like a thriller. A nightmare that will never end. And it would happen unconsciously and consciously. I just kept having these incidents daily. And I told my doctor and I told my best friend Joyce. They kept happening all of sudden and I would lose my mind. It was just awful that I had to tell the doctor I would not leave his office until he tells me what it is. And the doctor agreed and gave me testing. And the doctor gave me medicine temporarily to ease the sickness. And the next day the doctor said it's some type of mental illness. I was shocked because mental illness does not run in my family. My mother never had it. My father never had it. My grandparents never had it. And it felt like I was dying really really dying and going to hell. Everyday seem like hell. Everyday the devil will appear and say evil stuff. Everyday demons will come out and taunt me. I could not work. I could not hang out around most people or certain people. It was a nightmare. And I finally told my friend Joyce after going through numerous upton amount of tests. Joyce told me she believe it. She told me that we should pray just pray. And I told her I would think about it. Joyce got louder and said Louisa you can't think. You can't function properly. You are living in hell and you don't want help. You don't want assurance. You don't want peace. You don't want hope. You don't want God. God is good. God is greater than your illness. God is greater than your problem. I will pray for you. Pray for you to trust God. God is your doctor. Just listen to this song. And after I was done meeting with Joyce who gave me a CD called I Love the Lord. I hugged Joyce and told her good bye. That night was awful something was trying to take me out. Something had grip me and I was struggling to sleep. and I got up and heard a voice say listen to the CD. And I listen and begin crying profusely. I never listened to church music lately. But I was missing something and I put the CD on replay all night. And I fell to my knees and said God if you are there in Heaven on the Throne, forgive me. Forgive me for not listening to you. Forgive me for not believing in you. Help me, help me Father. If you healed me touch me right now I will run from Hell. I will run with you. I will do your will. In Jesus name Amen. And I kept the CD on and took some more medicine and slept on the sofa with a blanket and pillow. And I slept and I did it again and again and again. Eventually, I finally told my doctor and Joyce gave me a Bible after telling her. And she prayed with me and I got saved and begin reading daily. And that's my life with a mental illness, I trust God reading his word and praying and praising Him. And testifying and being thankful, my relationship is closer. And taking my medicine, now I've been changed and for God I live no matter what for God I die.
Matthew PrimousPublished a day ago in ConfessionsThe Advantage Of Kissing
Have you ever heard someone swoon afer receiving a kiss and exclaim, happy, " He kissed my feet, and I exploded wiht pleasure?" PErhap you are among the fortunate individuals, whose toes have previosly been sucked, licked or touched. It is not like you or the person telling you that have a foot fetish - the kisses were the only thing that worked out real good.
The Writer BoyPublished a day ago in ConfessionsHaunted to Confess the Murder
Thirteen-year-old Carrie Ann Jopek went missing on March 16, 1982. For months, the young teenager was believed to have run away from home after getting suspended from school to attend a party at her best friend, Robin Mandt’s place.
Emmalina AlessandryaPublished a day ago in ConfessionsThe Good Fortune
I am just a poor little woman from Bach, Mississippi. What do I know about anything? My father was poor and my mother was poor. All my siblings started from poverty. What do I know about wealth? I never thought in my wildest dreams of anything. Because too much is given much is required says the Good Book. I never thought in my life. It started while working at the restaurant. I worked at my uncle's restaurant since I was 14. I never asked for no raise. I never asked for anything. I was just happy to cook and work. Because that's what my parents taught me. You worked hard you receive. You worked hard you get. You worked and worked and a blessing. The only name I went by was Rebekka. All my friends called me Rebekka and all my family called me Rebekka. I was Rebekka of Bach, Mississippi. And my family lived here most of their lives ever since slavery ended. We lived in these shacks and never looked back. We were just happy to be freed and without bondage. You oppressed people so much that they just want to be freed., They just want to be by themselves. All by themselves and don't care about money or fame. Although I was famous in church for my Southern gumbo. The Pastor said Rebekka cooked us some of the most excellent gumbo that God gave you. I would be like all Pastor don't. My grandma and mother taught me and my uncle did give me the job. And after being shy of relationships and being married. This man came to my uncle restaurant. He must of been an out of townee or something. He had on this fancy suit and this suitcase. And he would order just a sandwich and chips and a light drink each time. My uncle thought he is from the IRS or some federal agencies. I thought nay he must be up to something. So he told me to keep watch and have good conversations. I shouted Hey you. And he politely looked at me. What;'s your name? My name is Rebekka everybody call me Rebekka. He politely said Mr. Peterson. I said let me buy you a drink on the house. You will love the Caribbean, it's sweet and tangy and full of flavor. And he said Thanks. So I made him the house drink. he just said thanks. I said where are you from? He said pulling his glasses off I am from an agency. i said what the government or something? He said No. And he had a phone call that made him abruptly leave. And I went in the back after checking everyone on a full house. I told my uncle. And he said he still thinks he is from the IRS. He eventually came back and asked what church I go to? I said Calvary Baptist Church down the street. My family always go to church most of the week and so does everybody else. He said Good when is service? I said well they usually do service every Sunday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. He said I will be there and you will find out why I am here. So I politely wave to him and told uncle. And uncle sweated and said be there and tell everyone that I will give them a discount if they find out why he is here. I said Whoa I am not making that gumbo. Uncle if I find out you better hire a new staff because I am tired of gumbo. Days later on Saturday, we were having church and praising the Lord and I was getting my praise on. Just because God is that good and I liked to thank him. And just before prayer, Mr. Peterson stepped in and he said he has to testify. I am from one of the agencies up North. And somebody I need to talk to. Everybody begin talking and scared. The Pastor silenced the church with the choir humming the spiritual, It is Well. And the Pastor spoke to Mr. Peterson and asked him privately but Mr. Peterson resisted and said I will talk to you if I could bring the person out. The Pastor let him. Mr. Peterson said I am looking for Saint, the last name is Saint. And the church laughed we all are Saints in God's eyes. What are you talking about man? said the Pastor. Mr. Peterson said Julia Saint. And the church started asking each other. Then the Pastor said Can we please get on with the sermon? People have to go home. Mr. Peterson said Her name starts with an R. I was shocked but so were the other people. Mr. Peterson said born in Virginia, Mississippi. And my uncle came into the meeting. And he heard and pulled me out and said Rebekka your real name is Julia Rebekka Saint and you were adopted. I said No uncle no. He said shaking his head yeah yeah. I almost passed out when my uncle straighten me out to save the town by saying it was me. I said it quietly and a little louder and then loudly. And Mr. Peterson said That;'s your name, ah ah ah I found her. You are the heir of Mr. and Mrs. Saint you are worth a fortune. Then I passed out and the church members came to help me. i said No Lord no. I worked all my life. I am not a rich snob. I worked all my life. The next day Mr. Peterson met me alone at the restaurant while my uncle was getting the restaurant ready. Mr. Peterson told me about my parents and he reassured me that I was their only heir. Then he asked me what I would do with the money. And I said spend on charities, save the church, repair the restaurant, and live well. Mr. Peterson said You really impressed me. You are thoughtful and kind. Your parents could not have prepared for this. Your check will be in the mail. Good Day Ms. Julia Rebekka Saint.
Matthew PrimousPublished a day ago in Confessions
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