I stared at the numbers in disbelief. I refreshed the page repeatedly, hoping it was just some glitch, that the earning was just not calculated yet.
With a heavy heart, I had to accepted what was to be my new reality.
The rule changed and I suffered some losses as a result. Other than adding to complaints already mounting in the platform, there really wasn’t much I could do about my disappointment.
I started with earning $28.30 on October 2018, slowly building up to finally reached my all-time best of $410.64 on September 2019 (took me almost a year) only…
“I will love you with all I’ve got, and I will try my very best to give you everything I can possibly give you. I am happy when you’re happy and I will do everything reasonable and within my power to make sure we’re both happy in our relationship. That’s how I have been brought up — to love with all I’ve got. But don’t mistaken this as a free pass for shitty behaviour. I will leave if you’re bad.”
Those have been my words to my husband at some point in our relationship (I can’t quite pinpoint when). I…
You now have a nice 1½ kg package of Genuine American Commercial Junk Mail! I hope it gives you (and N, of course) some amusement and a possible LOL or two. And maybe even something to write about.
Thank you for your encouraging words, delightful photos, and thoughtful writings, and we look forward to enjoying your posts on Medium and Instagram. (And Facebook, but that’s mostly Deb who reads that.)
Jack & Deb
Oh, if she could have carried her children on her back for the rest of her life, she would.
My mother — the strong, beautiful, kind-hearted figure who always stood by us, her husband, her parents, her siblings, her children, everyone whose lives had been touched by her presence.
She once told me that not a single day gone by without her thinking of us, worrying about us, her two oldest children who had left the nest to make something out of themselves, her youngest child who is still learning about himself, trying to find his way and place in…
Oh, to catch the sunlight streaming through the green foliage — gently touching the ground with its soft golden light.
A light morning warmth for those who start the day early.
Even birds could not resist its warm touch — perching still on the ground, facing the majestic force.
Oh, to start the day with such a blessing…
Spoiler alert: this piece contains a bit of spoiler for the movie ‘Sergio’.
The man came into consciousness underneath the rubbles. His face dusty, half of his body buried underneath the concrete.
As he laid dying there with his friend who was also trapped underneath the ruin, he started to get flashbacks. Life events leading to the moment where he now found himself.
“Last 4 months,” he had promised his lover.
4 months and he’s out.
It was supposed to be his last assignment. His last job before he finally ended everything and spent his old years with…
I came across a shocking story today.
Ashley L. Peterson tells the story of a mother who took her 17-year-old to court to stop the minor from having a gender-affirming double mastectomy:
It reminds me of the time I discussed with my mother the prospect of me getting a tattoo.
As predicted, she highly opposed the idea and in the heat of the discussion, she accidentally blurted out “because your body is mine” when I asked her why I should listen to her and not do whatever I want.
I was almost 25 years old at the time.
I laid in the dark. In silence. My back against my husband’s warm chest.
I had just saw a social media post from a man I had in the past, fallen for. A man who had made me laughed and cried. A man who had handed me both pain and joy.
For some reason, my mind tried to recall the hurtful events that had taken place during the time I spent with him.
We had never been an item.
It was supposed to be a casual thing.
But me being me, I — slowly inevitably fell for him.
I stood by my open window and stared at the rain for the longest time today.
Feeling the wind, the light spray of the rainwater on my face. Listening to the sound of raindrops on the leaves, pondering.
It rained last night too, as my husband and I headed out to my aunt’s home. The last day of the year.
It’s raining again today. And it still is as I’m typing this.
Nothing but the sound of rain and the gentle breeze streaming through the open window.
It’s as if Mother Nature is cleaning, wiping the slate off.
This is how we have survived billions of years.
And this is how we’re going to survive another billions.
Words, cascading — circulating.
Round and down — in circles, in lines.
When sorrow strikes and anger erupts.
When joy bursts and anxiety creeps.
We pour it out — in prose, in poems, in drawings.
We let the stone, the chisel, the quill, the ink — speak.
Possessed — we let our minds, hands loose, in charge.
We spill, we spit, we scrawl — screaming, shouting, on paper, on screen.
This is how we have survived billions of years. And this…