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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Don’t Tell Them Anything

Sitting down with my husband on the long dining room bench. “What can I tell people? I’m a writer without any words.” Hung my head in shame, disappointed in myself. I looked up to my husband for something; an answer, a resolution. I looked into his hazel eyes with longing. Please tell me it’s going to be okay. “Don’t tell…

Light and Dark.

A blonde haired boy no older than 4 years-old drags his red helping chair across the kitchen next to the light switch. He flips the light on, then off, then on and off again. The kitchen goes from light to dark, illumination to shadows. A mother is standing across the kitchen announcing to him what he is doing. A person…

If You Marry Again…

Young women will make lists. They will try to make some understanding in what kind of man will be the upmost effective match for them in marriage, love and partnership. Those lists will evolve as they grow wiser with age. Detailing the person they once were compared to the person they’ve become. The kind of person they used to desire…

The Golden Second Fiddle

There is a time when life is grand and gold and all things are possible. Youth has brass balls and no one can break them. In youth we think we’re the epitome of golden gods. No one can take away the certainty that we are young and immortal. Immortality fades away taking youth with it. Caressing carefree uncertainty is replaced…

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