Tag: Hope

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…

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.…

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…

One Person Can Featured On BonBon Break

My life has seemingly been a series of events leading up to right places culminating with the right times. I would not be sitting here typing these words without a little luck. And I’ve combined that luck with grit and determination in following the passions I love. To understand a few of the events that led me here today, please…

Cutting Down Pine Trees

“In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don’t ever shine I would shiver the whole night through” Nirvana “Where Did You Sleep Last Night” I’m weary from shivering. My heart aches from having to consistently walk away. I am capable of running and having my feet rip open the cracks in the concrete. Don’t follow me. Don’t track me…

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