It Should Have Been a Pleasant Task, By: Anonymous

Oh, my heart. When I read these submissions, I am never ready. I am never ready for the rawness, and the glaring cruelty of humanity or the tender precision of love. I wonder if the writers have some kind of catharsis, or if they feel unencumbered, throwing their “if only you knew,” out into the […]

Summer Home

  Between Pittsburgh and Erie, off I-79, (or as my dad calls it, the Festival of Barrels given its constantly-under-construction status), through sleepy college towns and rural one-stop villages, around a million blind corners and just at a sweating hot dip of pavement, there’s a gravel drive that runs up a small hill. The grass […]

Mourning by: Anonymous

The Anonymous Project continues today, and boy is it raw. Be kind and supportive in the comments, if you are compelled to comment at all. I’m coming to this grave for the last time today. At least I think it will be the last time but I know I might get tempted to come again […]

I Want to Unbelieve (by: Anonymous)

What if everything you every believed fought with everything you perceive? What if your value system was turned on its head? What I love about this series, which this piece highlights so well, is that the writer does not want platitudes. The writer will not be content with the simple, shallow words we throw out […]

What It’s Like to be Me ( by: Anonymous)

Friends, we’ve read some remarkably frank words in The Anonymous Project. Today, I want to say thank you to everyone who has shared their lives, and trusted us with their very selves. Be encouraged by the starkness of the human condition, because here we see pain exists alongside beauty.   This is what it’s like […]