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Love is Complicated
This is a speech that I wrote for a digital cabaret performance before I realized that the amount of time I needed to talk between songs actually shouldn't have been this long. Here is that essay now, containing the titles of the two songs I sang, "Being Alive" and "Run Away With Me."
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
Knitting in Coffeehouses as the Sun Goes Down
I love to knit in coffeeshops after work. My work is done in my quiet apartment, usually alone. I write hoping I will create a narrative that will resonate with someone. Reading chapters and writing papers for my graduate classes until my quiet apartment becomes oppressive and stifling.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
DON'T GO THERE
Don’t Go There, The Elephant Between Them As a boy of six, Jackie was teased, taunted, and traumatized by his older sister; the apple of her daddies’ eye, his “princess”. From the boy’s perspective, Daddies’ little angel was no angel. One day, after egregious levels of terrorizing her little brother, the boy snapped. In desperation, he picked up his sisters’ favorite doll by its leg and threw it at her. The porcelain head of the doll (more specifically its nose) clipped her forehead, drawing blood. The girl screamed bloody murder and ran to Mommy. Just wait ‘til your father gets home young man. That was the first and last time Jack spanked his boy, emphasizing with the phrase, “Real men don’t hit girls, ever!”
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Confessions
Would the audience wish to respond?
Yes I would like to address the crew members involved with hiring and creating new roles for seeking individuals. First off I would like to acknowledge the efforts being put forth to expand the normalcy of the work environment. The new pathways of hybrid, remote, traveling, and interstate opportunities is a refreshing new trend if I must admit. Now I do have a few concerns with the success rate for someone like myself who desires to work. Personally the last few years have been times of learning and coming to terms with true intentions of others and the primitive behaviors people expose through competitive aims for status and position within companies.
By "Show"5 years ago in Confessions
Cutting it Close
Too much potassium could stop a heart. Too little could stop a heart too, but in a less accurate, more painful way. Back when they used to still kill people with lethal injection, potassium chloride was one of the ingredients in the cocktails that were pushed by intravenous drugs to bring about death. With enough potassium, it’s a fast way to die.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Why I Drive Rideshare
I have been asked many times why I have chosen to drive rideshare and work in the gig economy as my way to support myself especially considering the recent murder of Joshua Miller, an Uber driver, here in Dallas. I have a great resume, good work ethic, and could probably get a nice, safe office job making the same amount of money, so why do I put my life and health on the line to do rideshare?
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Confessions
How I Became a K-poper
It was summer 2008, I was only a 19 years old clueless second year student of an university. I was in the car of Aru, one of my besties back in the university days, there were also with us, Aderu, Shanshan, Myonk, and Mermer, we were singing along of Big Bang's song titles "Lies", crumpled in Aru's tiny 2007 car. That was how, I became indulged in kpop, that was how, I became the die hard fan of Big Bang (even though now I no longer their fan anymore).
By Ratri Kelana5 years ago in Confessions
"What I learned from my mother, mother hen and prayers about Survival"
W “What are learned from my Mother, Mother Hen and Prayers about Survival” Years ago, when I was in secondary School, I was standing on the veranda of our flat looking outside. There was this mother hen with about 8 chicken picking food here and there making those throaty sounds mother hen with new born all make. Adjacent to our building was this empty land with a plan tree standing in it. A hawk was on it monitoring the mother hen and her kids. I never paid attention to the hen and her kids even though I noticed them but I never noticed the hawk.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
The First Time I Lied
Let’s be honest with ourselves and admit that we all are filled with imperfections and what keeps us going forward is our idea of being perfect. Every day, we strive to become a perfect version of ourselves which is not easy at all. Tables turn, unexpected things happen and we end up with failure. Now this failure is a totally strange person, that person with whom you will feel uncomfortable with. That person whom you can’t look straight into his eyes. Very few of us are gifted with the ability to deal with failures; others just become anxious and start panicking. This is where lies come in to comfort us. Lies are amazing. They bridge the gap between our imperfect reality and the perfect dream.
By Pranjul Tyagi5 years ago in Confessions
Hair Comes Trouble
I’ve always been obsessed with changing my hair. I'm never happy with it for long. I’ve always felt my hair has been what helps define me. I look at it as a reflection of my personality. I’ve changed colours numerous times and I’m patiently waiting for the opportunity to go to the salon for the first time to have it properly coloured to red and pink. I’ve never really been bothered about the length of my hair though. When I was growing up, I had the bowl cut bob and all throughout my teen years, I was constantly changing it from long to shoulder length. I had always had my mum’s friend, who was a mobile hairdresser, come to the house and cut my hair the correct way. That was until one day I decided to act on an impulsive decision to try and cut my hair myself.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Confessions
