Humanity
Thankful for Growing Up on the Move.
My how school has changed over the years. Twenty years is a lot of time for change to take place, and it should continue to grow and move forward. There is one thing I hope never changes, and that is teachers. Teachers help shape the world in ways some people never even realized. We all have at least one someone we can say helped shape us into the humans we are today. Someone who showed us an interest we didn't even know we had, someone who cared enough to hear us out, and help raise us up. This someone could be a family member, family-friend, or sometimes even a complete stranger. Often this someone is an amazing teacher.
By Niecee May4 years ago in Confessions
How life is
Honestly, life sucks, I was going to write something too personal that happened recently, but I decided not to, because it is too recent honestly, and every time I think of what happened I just want to cry and hate myself more for what happened. So, I am going to put this put this out there; you don't know what happens behind closed doors, and when someone shows no interest in talking to you or being around you then you shouldn't continue to talk to them or be around them, they have their reasons.
By Audrey DeLong4 years ago in Confessions
It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
Black people: It’s okay to not be okay. She’s a strong black woman. That’s something you always hear when you see a successful black woman in public or a woman who has had to overcome trauma and come out relatively okay. “Strong”. Like we’re superhuman or something. Like we wear capes all day long or are masked crusaders coming to save people at night. While that all sounds lovely and perhaps a new character for DC or Marvel to delve into, it’s not the truth. Like, at all.
By Tee Richardson 4 years ago in Confessions
Women safety in india
Women Safety In India: As a teenager, I was always told by my mother to avoid clingy tops, and wear loose-fitting clothes which didn’t reveal the shape of my body. As a daughter-in-law I was made to follow customs and traditions without reasoning them. I never felt safe at home or outside. Why does the onus of safety always lies with the woman why can’t we create safe and empowering spaces for women?
By akib imran4 years ago in Confessions
Childhood
My sister and I adored listening to music. We would turn it up on the record player that my grandfather had given us and play all of my grandmother's old records. We had Nancy Sinatra and friends to entertain us for hours. We would dress up, sing, and dance to the music. My sister had a red and black sparkly, plaid skirt that she loved wearing. It was an innocent and joyful time for us. My childhood was what others might dream about....we had a great family unit, and we were always taken care of and loved.
By Christy 4 years ago in Confessions
7 Signs That Showed Me I’m On The Path To Douchebaggery
Author's preface: Given the title and content I give this piece only about a 10% chance of making it through the Vocal censor mill. It is almost certain to be rejected for publication for failing to meet Vocal's "community standards" or to be more precise, Vocal's censorship rules. If I had to hazard a guess I would say they will probably cite their ban on works that "slander" or "defame" as the justification for rejection. In my defense I would argue, as I have previously, that slander and/or defamation requires a specific individual or specific group of human target(s) to meet the definitions of the terms. It also must be an attack on an other not on oneself. It is not possible to slander or defame an idea, and one cannot slander or defame oneself. This piece does attack the idea of douchebaggery, not the individual douchebag or even the entire, large and growing population of douchebags living on this planet. It also posits the author (my fictional self) as the main target. As such it should be published without modification. If you do choose to publish this work Vocal please do not delete this author's preface first and then publish it as you have done on one other occasion with one of my works. Your rules may allow this, but it stinks even worse than your censorship rules. It either stands or falls in total as written. Incidentally this post is a satirical take on an article published on another platform entitled '7 Signs That Showed Me I'm on the Path to Success.' by author Tim Denning. Unlike myself, Tim happens to be a very, very successful writer and blogger. Moreover, he kindly did not raise any sort of stink when I parodied his original post. To the best of my knowledge he is not a douchebag.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
Why it's Okay to Breakdown Now and Then
Over the past twenty months, the pandemic has robbed us of a great many things. We have lost people, lost jobs, lost homes, and lost experiences of all kinds. Usually, I am able to stay strong, accept that we are all in the same boat and that one day this will all be over. However, there have been a handful of times when it has all been just too much. I call them my ‘Covid moments’. The day my son graduated from Grade Eight was one of those days.
By Jessica Gale Friesen4 years ago in Confessions
TWO YOUNG OFFICERS DOWN
I remember a time when New York City was a booming city of tourists and a haven for its residents. One could walk down Madison Avenue and feel safe and enjoy the weekend strolling. People were friendly and they smiled. Unfortunately, the New Year came with its gloominess and worries. We endured two years of distancing and masking, shunning most social activities we once took for granted. There's a huge problem of restlessness in this city: it's gun violence. The last victims were two young police officers who served and honored their emblem. They were entrapped in an ambush in Harlem and went down, but a third officer shut the gunman.
By Andrew Crisci4 years ago in Confessions
