Category: The Misfit & The Mama

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.…

Blame Train Rolling Into The Station

I opened up. My body walked out on the public opinion ledge and stood fully naked in front of the stale popcorn eating crowd. I did my best to explain every detail with tears streaming down my face as I strung all the words together. When you tell the truth, people have some kind of gasoline-ignited burning desire to yell…

I Don’t Have A Choice

It’s time to come home. It’s time to do what these hands were made to do. It’s time to make choices. It’s time to face all the fear. I’ve ran enough, as far as these legs are willing to take me. Turn and face the monsters, the facts, and the truth. It’s time to come home, the one buried deep…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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