Tag: happiness

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.…

When He Loves Her More Than You

When he loves her more than you… He protects her in a way he would’ve never protected you. Guards her name and shields her psyche from the pain you’re forced to feel every moment, whether you’re asleep or awake. No matter the time of day or night, you’re in excruciating pain. He won’t allow her to feel THAT pain, to…

Seasonal Reincarnation

The tulips pushed through somehow breaking against the barriers of dried out, brown leaves. They were the first sign to life springing back into the world. My porch, half lit in sunlight, feels like a different place. The stinging cold is dissipating, and there is a warmth shining down on the gray painted floorboards. I am beginning to radiate happiness.…

Letting Go of the Past on Henpicked Today!

I had an idea for a piece. It was this one. Writing it didn’t take long. However, finding the words to translate took more than half a year.  Sometimes, before I can write I have to live. I have to notice the joys around me. I have to put down my emotional book bag, and lay in the sun.  I…

Batman and Gandalf the Grey

In the darkest hours, a little bit of magic appears. Maybe I sought it out. Maybe I begged for it. Maybe my last post asked for help and the universe answered. Burned in my memory is last Saturday night. The husband and I blew up the air mattress to have some movie watching cuddle time. You know what happens when…

Writing Happiness

Many moons ago I found myself in a place where happiness didn’t exist. As a child, I had swollen hands from a belt. These were not the only marks. They were also placed up and down my legs and my backside. I always remember the hands. The hands put up in fear. The hands trying to block abuse. A writer…

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