Family
Mother's Day Confessions
Dear Mom, Mother, by the time you receive this, Mother’s Day will have come and gone, so first I apologize for the late arrival of this gift to you but hey, you know me, I’m quite the procrastinator so let’s just blame that on my ability to wander off into my own wondrous imaginary world known as the scattered brain of Camri Steele-Stone. Plus, you yourself are quite the procrastinator so if we’re to blame anyone, technically, it should be you because I’ve done nothing but observe and adopt your behaviors while young. The subconscious is very impressionable during the adolescent stages, lol, I’m only kidding mom, I just like to burst your bubble sometimes! Besides all that, I hope all is well. How are things at the clinic? School? Valerie still talking smack? Lol, when you write back don’t hold out on any information, I wanna know it all. I kinda miss our drama filled talks, I don’t really do much gossiping these days.
By CamThePoet4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions to My Mom
Dear Mom, I don't really know where to begin. Last year, you told me about your neighbor's anger that her mother had sold you her house. You described, in detail, the tears coming down the woman's face as she saw her inheritance turned over to a stranger. You told me you didn't want me living in that resentment. You didn't want me spreading stories of your betrayal to whoever you sold the house to. "I don't want anything like that between us," you said, "you'll tell me if you have a problem, right?" And I told you I would. But, like I said... I don't know where to begin.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Confessions
Promising Young Woman
Dear mum, I’m depressed. It feels a bit weird to spell out those scary monstrous words without gaslighting myself or pretending I’ve got it all under control, or the looming fear of judgement hanging over my head. And even though I’m currently scribbling these words on a piece of paper, and the paper couldn’t possibly talk back, still I’m scared, my heart is currently beating with anxiety and I feel naked.....and vulnerable.
By Damilola4 years ago in Confessions
I Should Have Told You
Dear Mom, Years have past since I've seen your face. The last time I talked with you we both said things we wish had been left unsaid, but in the moment we used words like ammunition. I knew which words hurt you the most, the ones that dug deeper than any bullet could. We screamed and yelled at one another until I was sure that I had won, reveling in your silence. Mom, it has now been years since I have seen you face and I find myself missing it more each day.
By Jared Schellenberg4 years ago in Confessions
I've never said this out loud.
Hi mom, I've never said this out loud before, but I don't like you. I can't escape the fact that I love and care for you. It is a part of me—you've instilled it so. But the more I grow up and navigate all the complexities of life you tried so hard to shield, the more I'm realizing how ill-equipped I am to face them.
By Jenny Kim4 years ago in Confessions
Because Of You...
Hey Mom, So, I have to confess, you were right all along; about everything. I'm sorry for never listening, I really should have known. So many times you were exactly right, and sometimes I actually did realize it at the time, but I still didn't listen. I guess I never did grow out of being a know-it-all. The big one though, was when you begged me not to marry him. I knew damn well you were right, but I was so sure that I could "fix him" and that he just needed "the right woman" and more so, that I was that right woman. And I let pride get in the way and was too embarrassed to call it off.
By Sarah Beaumont4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I Read Your Love Letters. Top Story - June 2022.
I learned about the place I was forbidden to explore when I was in elementary school. "Don't go in there!" you shrieked, higher pitched than normal, when you turned and saw me sitting over your bottom bedside drawer, peering inside. Your static movements, and the way your body fought to hold itself back from lunging forward and grabbing me, told me I'd crossed a line I ought not to have crossed.
By Lissa Bay4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mama
Dear Mama, I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve agreed about anything important. I’ve felt your worry for me more than any other sentiment. More than judgment, more than pride, more than companionship. I’ve come to realize that worry, to you, is an instrument of love. Staying awake at night, waiting for me to get home. Texting and calling with frantic questions about my life choices. Demanding my sisters and friends to promise they will look out for me, the disobedient one.
By Brynn Mitchell4 years ago in Confessions
Not a Typical Confession
A confession to my Mother, after I traveled back in time and met her as a little girl.... This past mother’s day had me reflecting and reminiscing on my childhood, and memories of being a mom. I was thinking of the good and bad times, even the bold and least desired ones.
By Nikki B.4 years ago in Confessions
