Category: The Misfit & The Mama

Just A Girl

I’m the girl…  The one you think is pretty enough to take home to meet your mother, until you realize I’m a complete mess. And your mother is going to hate me for one of two reasons. The first perception and reason is she’ll judge the picture in front of her. She’ll think my life has been buckets of lemonade…

Fiddle Away, Nero.

It has been written how Rome burned for six days and seven nights. Rumors ran rampant how the Emperor Nero may have actually started the great fire in order to build back the Rome he wanted. Better. Bigger. More grandiose. Build a republic only he would be fit to rule.  Although there are accounts Nero did offer relief to his…

Life’s Low Blows

 I yell at my God, “Am I not strong enough?”  A year ago, I held the world by successful dreams I’d once thought impossible. I’d opened the oyster and, thought for the first time ever, I finally plucked a pearl. I had made my dream publications. A piece I wrote had gotten picked up by every publication I’d admired. It…

Are We Not Exhausted?

Monday is the worst day. Monday is marriage counseling day. Monday, my husband and I go into another world. It feels decades removed from where we live today. The smell is musty like a morgue for dead marriages. Maybe some has survived, but I can’t get a comforting sense there’s been a lot of success in the room with opposing…

3… 2… 1… Reconciliation.

Three: A child, a mother, and a father are a family. The child, barely 4 years-old, can’t understand why their home is suddenly turned upside down, and shaken brutally like a snow globe. The white flakes covering each person. No one can walk comfortably or unscathed inside the bubble. Tip. Toe. Eggshell. There is sadness in their lives. It’s the…

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Last year, I went somewhere by myself. I drove, navigated, and picked up a strange man at the train station. We hugged and threw his luggage in my already overly-packed Mini Cooper. Then we drove to a parking lot because I have no sense of direction and I desperately needed a cigarette, and we needed to set some kind of…

High Tolerance

Klonopin Klonopin (clonazepam) is a benzodiazepine. Clonazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may be unbalanced. It began in the 7th grade with strep throat and high blood pressure. Doctors couldn’t figure out why  I had stroke level numbers every time they strapped the cuff to my arm. One even told my Mama how she must be getting me worked…

Life: Social Media Edition

There have been SOOOOOO many people asking questions: “What are doing, Misfit? Since you discovered your marriage is a big sham, what are you planning on doing with yourself?” That’s a lie. No one has asked any of those questions. Mostly people are more subtle and ask if I’m doing okay. I always lie and tell them, “I’m doing GREAT!…

Faithful Whiskey Nights

I used to think men who drank whiskey or bourbon on the rocks had an alluring sex appeal. Their sips long and gentle. They never showed any wincing as the burn saturated their gullets.  In my mind, they compared to Rhett Butler and other southern gentlemen who retreated after their meals to rooms where they’d smoke cigars and talk politics.…

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