Tag: America

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…

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…

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…

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