Humanity
Signs a Gemini Likes You
How to Know if a Gemini Likes You How can you tell if a Gemini likes you? Honestly, it should be easy. Geminis express themselves verbally very well, but they can also express their love through their actions. You should feel like a Gemini is focused intently on you. The tricky part might be that Geminis are social, so you might not know if you are special to them or if you are being treated the same as everyone else.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Confessions
Post-Surgery Here's What I Learned About the Difference Between Men and Women
Pre-op, I would whizz around our house cleaning, collecting washing as I went, dusting, and attending to a myriad of jobs that constantly needed doing in a busy household. Except our household is not that busy; there are just the two of us. But still, there are a ton of household chores that need doing regularly. Cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, changing beds, watering plants and the list goes on. We all do them without a second thought.
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Confessions
The Woman Who Sat On The Bridge.
The Woman Who Sat on The Bridge. She was the human equivalent of a dirty pigeon, an eyesore, and a nuisance. She was fat and ugly. Her clothes were dirty, and she smelled like an ashtray. If I had to guess, I'd figure her to be in her late thirties. Whatever her age, her life was already over; she just hadn't stopped breathing yet. She was everything she was ever going to be - a woman who sits on a bridge all day and begs for spare change.
By Zelda Zeezeewriter Markowicz4 years ago in Confessions
Voices From the Other Side
I have never told this story publicly before, parts of it I have but not the mystical parts. Since my “awakening” in November 2020, I frequently have OOBs (Out of Body experiences) where my spirit guides will summon me and talk with me, and I get what can only be described as downloads. I spoke about this in my articles on spiritual downloads.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 years ago in Confessions
You are loved, you are worthy, and you deserve this life. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜♥️🖤🤎🤍
When I was in elementary school I was bullied beyond belief. I was called ugly every day by every classmate, I was bullied nonstop for being poor and having clothes that reek of mouse piss because we didn't have enough money to buy new clothes so we had to wear old clothing bagged up in storage that hadn't be cleaned regularly. I was even yelled at by my teacher when I got up to leave class because I got so tired of the bullying I just wanted to go home and cry, but he told me that I'm being childish and that I need to go back to class or he'd have me kicked out of school.
By No Introduction4 years ago in Confessions
Sound Track
Soundtrack of My Life: My Life Song A couple things you should know about me before you read this story is that for one, I am a foster care alumnus. For those of you in the back, that means I was once in foster care and completed the program. Two, I am a black woman, which means I am not only a woman but a black one. And lastly, you need to know I am a very strong individual, so when I tell you my story, I don’t want sympathy. These events have made me strong, they have made me special. Every three months or so, I speak on a panel with other foster care alumni. I try to inform youth before they leave care, I also talk to caseworkers and foster parents. I tell my story at least five times a year. In hopes that they don’t repeat the same mistakes I made, as well as advocating for other youth who may not have a voice. “Lord I give my life A living sacrifice To reach a world in need To be your hands and feet. So may the words I say. And the things I do. Make my lifesong sing. Bring a smile to you.” By Casting Crowns. This song is the perfect represention of my as of right now. My life started out very hard, and I was so angry with God. I couldn’t understand why he would let this happen to me, one thing after another. I felt there was no mercy, the only thing the world had not taken was my life. But through telling my story, and advocating for others like me, I feel my pain isn't in vain. My youth was sacrificed, and I wouldn’t change a thing. “Lord I give my life, a living sacrifice. To reach a world in need, to be your hands and feet.”
By Briana Gardner4 years ago in Confessions
January 26th
Every time we enter a new year the conversation begins again in the media, online, and at the workplace whether we should celebrate a national holiday on the 26th of January. We all know the reason why this date was chosen and why many people refer to it as Invasion Day. What I didn’t know - and let’s be honest most white people like me don’t know - is the long history of resistance that has occurred on this date-. All these events in just the last 100 years, long before January 26th became an official public holiday in 1994.
By Janon4 years ago in Confessions
Donne che emigrano all'estero
It is no longer surprising that the network brings together, aggregates and gives life to projects that come out of the virtual (but does this universe really exist?) to become real. This is the case of “Women who Emigrate Abroad”, a collection of thirty-four testimonies — excerpts from blogs, posts published on a specific Facebook page, fragments of interviews and diaries — of expat women, i.e. Italians who, by choice, for professional or family reasons, have moved abroad. The authors have very different ages and professions, they currently live in both European Union and non-EU countries. The texts are not accompanied by images and are free, each one tells about what they like best, about very different aspects of life in the adopted country. Many have emigrated because they could not find work here, due to the crisis that has hit us since 2008. Others have sought a less provincial, less moralistic place, and many, finally, have followed a love.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Confessions
The Dawning
I was being crushed under the stifling silence of the night- an intangible weight that kept pressing down and down upon my chest until I was left gasping for air. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to my face, the air muggy and thick with fog. The sea of Alethea carried with it a salty breeze that did nothing to ease the unsettling feeling in my stomach right now. I felt trapped.
By Reenaz Nawar4 years ago in Confessions
Owl Alone
One day, like Perstephanie, you might grasp an utter aloneness to existence. The usual and probably healthy response to that kind of epiphany is to take refuge in distraction. Food, chemicals, or the glass piece in your pocket. But sometimes a curious impulse opens us to lines of thinking that wind one through wonder and terror. This is the story of a day that happened.
By Emma Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
The Barn Owl on Pickard Street
First time I spotted the barn owl on Pickard Street was the winter of 2006. It was the middle of the night, and I was halfway back home right by the canal, about to cross the bridge. In fact, I wasn’t about to cross the bridge. I was flat on the pavement. There was blood everywhere: my hands, my clothes, my face. I couldn’t move. A metallic taste was coming down my throat, thick and slow. I looked up and there it was: the barn owl, high up on a branch of a leafless tree by the canal. I thought I was dying there and then, and the barn owl was going to be my only witness.
By Paul Moore4 years ago in Confessions
