Most Discussed Memoirs

I liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating... (more »)

Innocence clouds her face, making her almost unrecognizable. She walks alone, among a world that is her own. She doesn’t understand the concept of pain, of suffering. She is a little girl, lost in a sea of her own imagination. Her innocence... (more »)

She has cancer. It’s weird to write that down. My mother has cancer. She found out last week but couldn’t bring herself to tell my brothers and me until today. I knew it was bad news when my father called us down to our living room. I... (more »)

I bought my first tube of lipstick at six, with a picture of Barbie wrapped around it, but nevertheless, bright, red, and shiny, which was the epitome of lipstick for me. I started reading my mother’s Vogue when I was ten. I couldn’t... (more »)

In a world with over six billion people, there’s one small community—a parish, that means the world to me. August 29th 2005 caused a big uproar for this little parish and almost wiped us off the map. Almost. St. Bernard Parish is in... (more »)

There’s something strange and magical about a swing set. As a child, I always loved to swing. Nothing on the playground ever compared to the swings. Sometimes I would close my eyes and let the cool breeze be my friend, seemingly helping me rise... (more »)

Dear Whatever-Your-Name-Is, I'm writing this to convince myself that you're out there. I really hope you're out there. Please be out there. Right now I am 14 and the Amazing Non-Dating Girl of my middle school. This is all my parents' doing.... (more »)

The golden sun shined on the dry, yellow field as we drove home today; which made it seem like a field of treasure and shining gems with a big lake of sapphire in the middle. On the other side there was the old church, painted a bright pale red;... (more »)

When I was a small child, I was the type of kid that believed wholeheartedly in magic. I would often take refuge from the stress of the ‘real world’ up in my room or outside brandishing a wand (a twig), sporting a wizard’s robe (blanket),... (more »)

I am a 16-year-old from NJ and this is my story: Sometime in August of 2009, my body began to itch like crazy. After a few weeks of this, my mom and I contacted my pediatrician. She told us that I was probably allergic to the type of soap or... (more »)