Golden Boy: A Short Story

Golden Boy: A Short Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.   A teenage boy fell in love with a teenage girl. They were married, and would soon welcome their first and only born son. Three days the boy sat without a name. No name could suit such a perfect child. His hair shined gold. His skin sparkled even in…

Therapist Lady, Libel, And Laughter

Therapist Lady, Libel, And Laughter

The decision had to be made. I got a therapist lady. Y’all don’t have to worry about me as much now. I thought some y’all were starting to worry because my husband cheated on me AGAIN, and this time I had to leave him. I moved in with my mom. I had to carry most of my clothes, make-up, and toiletries out in our beach bag. Well, it’s my beach bag now. I paid for it. Along with every vacation photo you’ve ever seen of my husband and I. Yea,…

When He Loves Her More Than You

When He Loves Her More Than You

When he loves her more than you… He protects her in a way he would’ve never protected you. Guards her name and shields her psyche from the pain you’re forced to feel every moment, whether you’re asleep or awake. No matter the time of day or night, you’re in excruciating pain. He won’t allow her to feel THAT pain, to encounter the anger and sadness manifested in their adulterous union. The unholy trinity of devastation birthed in betrayal, hurt, and heartache. He hides her in his safe place, covering her…

The Breaking News

The Breaking News

Unexpected. My body and heart has been hit by a truckload of red hard bricks. This place is quiet. Too quiet for my noisy mind. The thoughts running rapidly, repeatedly. The coffee tastes sweet yet bitter. Life is bitter and sweet. Love is bitter, and surprisingly rarely sweet. The television is on and the talking heads are assessing the constant breaking news. Every day there is new breaking news. Every hour something is breaking. Am I the newest broken news? Am I surprised how easily a wedding and an engagement…

Cotton Candy, Funnel Cakes, And Kismet

Cotton Candy, Funnel Cakes, And Kismet

There is a refusal inside of me to burden you with the world tonight. There are enough words being shouted about the day and age we’re suddenly forced to live in. Instead, I will burden you with my tiny glimmer of hope. Dammit, it’s not been stripped of me yet. I won’t let any man seize the days my heart holds firmly in its grasp. Drive around a gray, cold dusted land. A few times a week, I pass my town’s rundown amusement park. I had my first job there….

I’m Your Snowflake

I’m Your Snowflake

Give me something. Give me hope. Give me remembrance. There is still a sanctuary in the madness. Covert and underlying love is still breathing fire. Mass moments boiling over and water is hissing on the stove. We are in movement. People breach the banks of our new social normal. They splatter in unison against the shore. Together. Stronger. Together. Determined. Together. My own hurricane thunders in its fury. Only to retreat back out to sea. A hurricane can only swirl and force its will for so long. Category 5, 4,…

Dear Children: Here’s Why I Cared| Misfit Style

Dear Children: Here’s Why I Cared| Misfit Style

Yesterday I received a welcomed comment on my Facebook page about my page not being lighthearted anymore. It got me to thinking; I decided the lady was right. I’ve lost my sense of humor. You’re free to argue if I ever had a sense of humor in the first place. I’ve received messages about my humor before. It isn’t for everyone. That’s your fair warning. In my five minutes of deep soul-searching last night, I thought what better way to address the world’s problems than with an open letter. They are SUPER original. Nothing…

Featured Today On All We Cannot Say

Featured Today On All We Cannot Say

The wedding day seemed easy. The first year in my marriage brought arguments and fights, tears and depression. Click on the link below to read:   “Puppy Love and the Firs Year of Marriage” featured on  All We Cannot Say

Who Will You Choose To Be?

Who Will You Choose To Be?

Tonight I come to you. I come to you to ask forgiveness. Forgive me if I do not find the adequate words. Forgive me…  Elaborate celebrations and ceremonies are being planned. We’ve seen them before. We’ve celebrated. We’ve protested. We’ve woken up to new reigns with new leaders many times. Tonight is no different than the others. But it’s all different. For some people you have hope. You have a belief in making things great again. You have this deep rooted, unwavering belief our world will change. I respect those…