Tag: bullies

Memoirs of a Bullied Kid

I don't recall serious heartache or sadness during my first 10 years of life. But in 5th grade, all that changed. This was my story and my thoughts on bullying.

Bullied. The Forgotten Memoirs.

Bullying. Its aftermath is rarely less than tragic. Some kids even die. When they do, their stories take over the media. It’s a good money-maker for the industry. Everybody loves to hate bullies. But what about the kids who outlive it? What about the kids that have experienced endless torment at the hands of their peers and survived? Are they less than notable? Does it take seeing the blood on one’s hands before we step in and put the same kind of emphasis on these kids as we do their dead counterparts? Must we see caskets being lowered into the ground before we really explore the problem?

Lessons from MY dad

I always loved to brag up my dad to my friends. I always knew that he was off somewhere bragging me and my accomplishments up to his own friends. Bragging up all ten of his kids. All the time.

An Arm for Maura

Maura made a mistake. And it was a doozy. The whole world, it seems, has come after her with pitchforks and torches. But... come on...

Less talk. More walk.

I'm a little peeved right now. Who am I kidding? I'm really peeved right now. I'll get to that. First, I thought I'd better clarify a couple things...

What should the bullied do?

I felt a need to post a follow-up tonight to the last two bullying posts. While the majority of the response to both posts has...

Bullies. “Their Not Even Human”

After publishing a memoir about the bullying I received, thousands of comments poured in. Some were heart breaking. others broke my heart in a totally different way.

Memoirs of a Bullied Kid

I don't recall any serious heartache or sadness during my first 10 years of life. But in 5th grade, all that changed. This was my story and my thoughts on bullying.

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It’s My Funeral and I’ll Laugh If I Want To

Death. There's nothing funny about it. Unless you come to my funeral and celebrate my life... This is how it would go down, and this is what my hell would be.

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It Just Doesn’t Clique

How. How do I finally get into that dang clique? Oh, wait... Is it possible that what we all think are cliques are something else altogether?

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