Category: The Misfit & The Mama

15 Years His Wife: The End

I’ve danced long enough with metaphors and hints. I circled and paced, eating my hands bloody. The truth is not beautiful and I will not give you splendid adjectives along with breathtaking scenery tonight. My time has come. Let me out of this cage, I rage. You’ve read the good. The facade, and as I type these words I realize…

West Virginia Woman

The real ones are rare. Being born on the land doesn’t guarantee you will grow into a true West Virginian woman. Soft and callous creatures, tempting fate and sustaining on old dreams passed down from our great grandmothers. The Cherokee bloodline combined somewhere with the Irish heritage. The dreams are haunting, terrifying, and true. She is the truth holding light…

America The Salty

I’m feeling salty today. Last night I said these words: “It says to avoid nuclear fallout, we’d have to build another room under our basement. Have enough sealed food. At least enough to last until we can be screened for radiation.” Maybe I overanalyze situations. Maybe I like to be prepared. Maybe I don’t want to spend any unnecessary time…

Happy Anniversary?

Wake up to the Facebook reminder. Six years of saying, “I love you. Happy Wedding Day Anniversary! You are my Everlong.” I even made a wedding video a few years back featuring all the songs played during our wedding ceremony. I included pictures and love quotes. I watched it this morning on the Facebook. Then I said, “Fuck you, Facebook.…

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…

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