Memoir
In Memoriam
Dear Uncle Kent - I wish I had been able to see you and discuss my appreciation for you before you passed, but it didn't happen. I intended for things to go differently within the family - I guess we all fall victim to our intentions. So here I am, regardless of my intention, addressing this letter to you, in honor of our relationship, sadly, after your death. It seems ironic that it is commonplace to speak of the wonderful attributes a person carried with them throughout life, only to be noted after their death. Why is that? Why do we withhold the sharing of our love until after death, when the impacts of those truths upon the deceased are of no value to them anymore?
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Chapters
Fifteen
I was only fifteen. I still had braces on my teeth and frizzy hair. My refuge was a night with my friends; talking, laughing, playing the role of normal. My friend, Tony, was at the helm of this adventurous night, and pulled into my driveway to drop me off.
By Jennifer Warren3 years ago in Chapters
Health Sabbatical (Hiatus)
I did not want my bad health to define me . There is a saying, “ Your health is your wealth.” I was never absent at work unless my body completely breakdown. I was not absent until something terrible happen to my body in 1999, right before spring.
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Chapters
A room with no view
I have been in this room with no views for four years now. But the view from my ability to see the Lord and his name is Jesus. We first met when I was struggling with my anxiety and depression, which I pursued in trying the drugs that I remember the teenagers of my time used. Trips, and cocaine. Only I was to encounter an experience like no other.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Chapters
Driven
So, I didn’t think I would write anything for this challenge, because the premise feels weird to me. When is the middle of my life. Has it passed? I hope it’s in the future. But here is an anecdote from a comment I left on Leslie Writes’s story, "Who Taught You How to Drive?”, about how I learned to drive.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Chapters
SingleMomChronicles
I am now going into the later part of my twenties. I have a little girl that I have been raising alone. Her father blamed me for the dissolution of our relationship. It had nothing to do with his excessive drinking. It had nothing to do with his infidelity. It had nothing to do with him staying out all night or sometimes being gone for days at a time. I was supposed to just stick it out and let him get it all out of his system and wait for him to be ready to settle down. I'm sure he would've settled down eventually, right? Seriously, what in the world? Who the heck is doing that?
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Chapters
Purgatory vol 3
Once again, it's time for me to expose my wounds to the world. A necessity driven not so much by hunger, but by an internal command, a call to benefit those who might stumble upon this place by chance or have been my readers throughout these last three years of Journey. Yes, almost precisely three years have passed since that day when I began to remember who I am, and that there's a man in my life with whom I almost, nearly, intertwined three decades ago. And now it has become apparent that everything he spoke of back then has turned into truth today (well, not everything, some parts are still unfolding).
By Elle Vihman3 years ago in Chapters
