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…

Appalachian Grit

Appalachian Grit

“Hey, Punk, I feel like bleeding tonight.”  Strip it away. Strip away the perception. Rip out the fake hair. Wash away the conditioned, weathered face. Can you see my dark spots? I’ve been living too close to the sun. Burnt up by rays scorching my freckled lace shoulders. Posting filtered images with fake smiles. Trying to paint over those Prozac eyes. Contorting my face into different angles in an attempt to hide my dilated pupils. Hardened under the reality where I convince myself that I am capable of bearing such…

A Glass Flower Christmas

A Glass Flower Christmas

It’s the nostalgic time of year, multi colored lights strung across and wrapped around a dead tree, the stockings hung meticulously. They’ll fall off and almost every other day I pick them up, and place them on the hooks again. It’s the time of year where I rush hoping to get last minute gifts at department stores. Hoping I did enough. Wanting to give more, so much more. But knowing I did the best I could. This year, I wanted to get my husband one of those robotic little disc…

Oprah’s Favorite Things: The Annual Review

Oprah’s Favorite Things: The Annual Review

Over the last two years, I’ve enjoyed reviewing “Oprah’s Favorite Things.” I’m a little late in posting my annual review this year, but the good news is: THERE IS STILL TIME TO BUY ALL THE THINGS! YAY! And what better place to shop than what I think are paid advertisements. Oprah has never confirmed whether people pay to make her list or not. We are not on speaking terms as of yet, but I hope one day we will be. Oprah, Gail and me drinking out of fancy copper mugs….

I’m Not Supposed To Tell You

I’m Not Supposed To Tell You

I’m not supposed to tell you…  Every day I am screaming on the inside. I wake up in the early dawn hours covered in sweat. My hair is drenched, matted to the back of my neck soaking wet. My pillows are damp with fever dreams and nightmares. My world is crashing in on me as I lay alone in my bed. A bed I bought with my husband on a day where I would later ask him to leave. I’d never said those words before that day. “Get out. Go…

Small Business Saturday: What Have We Done?

Small Business Saturday: What Have We Done?

In elementary school, my father would send my sister and me to Curnutte’s Hardware Store. It was a block and a half from our one story home. Almost 30 years later, I can’t understand why my father would send two little girls to buy parts that were always the wrong parts, but, he did. And Mr. Curnutte would always let him come back and get the correct nut or bolt he needed. The hardware store has been closed for about twenty years now. What have we done? By the time…