We all think we're good communicators. That our message is clear, our intent is pure, and that any misunderstanding is purely on them. If that were true, the world wouldn't be this loud, exhausting argument Your goal is simple: to upgrade your own perception. Your communication isn't broken. Your lens needs optimization. Ready to stop guessing and start knowing?

It is cold, there must be something that way for us to savor. There's a nearby companion, let him figure it out.

Just when she thought she was safe, relaxing with her hot pocket and Lifetime movie, her husband pulled off the perfect jump scare — sending her fork flying, her heart racing, and her hot pocket doing an Olympic flip before landing right back on the plate!

If you've ever had a car, you've probably run into some kind of issue whether it be small or much bigger. Aliana is no exception, and although she has had her fair share of car troubles, this one by far the most bothersome.

My husband and I love to cook and have a bunch of fun when doing it together. Sometimes it's competitive between us, like seeing who can outcook the other. Once, we had a rib cook-off. Other times, it is to take care of each other, such as when I make him chicken soup when he is sick. I will put up the recipe for my broth and then the soup soon. But mostly, it's cooking together to spend time with each other and being creative in our cooking adventures. We pull some great collabs.

For too long, I confused kindness with silence. I thought being patient and forgiving meant letting people use me, but God has opened my eyes. I’ve seen the light — and I’m not living in the shadows anymore. I’m no longer giving my energy away for free. My time and heart are worth something because they’re gifts from God. Even when surrounded by lies, fake believers, and deceit, I will keep my faith strong. My kindness is still here, but it’s no longer weakness — it’s strength wrapped in grace. I’ve learned to stand tall, walk with truth, and let God’s light protect my peace. Those meant to stay will respect it. Those who don’t will fade away. I’ve finally realized: my faith, my worth, and my peace are non-negotiable. 💛

"We've all had that moment where our chest tightens and our mind races. Panic sneaks up on us before we even realize it." This past November I lost my job, and the house I was renting a room out of was condemned. I was literally told: “So the house is not up to code. You have one hour to get an overnight bag and leave. If anyone is caught in this house after an hour, you will be arrested.” Wait, did he just say we have to leave?? At that moment, full panic just kicked in.

Doubt is a piece to have you engage in what childhood trauma does, but how trapped it can make you feel. Even the people closest to you to cause doubt, fear and make you question everything you thought you knew.

Regular practice and thorough feedback from these sessions can significantly impact 2025 applicants' chances of getting accepted into prestigious grammar schools.

tequila and writing don't mix but I make an idiot of myself anyway. I'll completely understand if no one reads this at all but if you do, welcome to my thought process

Brain injury from high school football my senior year of high school.... i made it when the drs said i wouldn't

I have no idea what I'm doing on this. I don't even think this will work. Read it or don't; I don't care

Archie is often growing, and his eyes are getting more keen- sometimes a little too keen for his own good.

Just when I thought laundry day was going smooth, my dryer decided it was done working for the week. Guess who’s hanging clothes like it’s the 80s again?

This is a story of someone who once dreamed of becoming a star, neither here nor there, decided to make it a mission later in life to be a fiction writer.

This is a poem of anger, resentment and hatred that lives only just beneathe the surface of bad thoughts. Furthermore, a story of what it means to be kind, selfless and understanding in times of hardship. Enjoy. Xx Kind Regards, Kazia Wrigley

This is a freestyle written poem about loss, tragedy and love. Although very short, it is abrubt and starfilled- giving you the opportunity to use your imagination in regards to what the poem could possibly be about. Enjoy. Xx Kinda Regards, Kazia Wrigley

A poem about the way social media can be damaging, making them act like a, ‘zombie.’ Or speak like they’re in a, ‘coma.’ Which is why this is called Digital Coma.

Sometimes the weather just has other plans — like reminding me that thunder and showers don’t mix! One loud boom, one power flicker, and I was out of that shower faster than an Olympic sprinter. Lesson learned: when the sky grumbles, the shampoo waits till morning.

When I was 3 or 4, I started a full-blown hotdog meltdown over something no one could understand—“No Chewy!” My poor brother-in-law was lost until my sister translated: no chili. Once the crisis was solved, I rocked my pink curlers, ate my cheese puffs, and proudly declared victory. No Chewy, no problem. 🌭😂