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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!…

Strangers On A Slide

I cannot tell you the exact date this story happened. My sister and I were young. Our family had no digital cameras or cell phones, they didn’t exist. If they had been invented, rich people were buying them along with their thousand dollar VCRs. Yes, once upon time a VCR cost over a grand and Betamax sat on store shelves.…

Sunday Morning Rising

The child went to bed an hour later, almost an hour and a half later than his normal bedtime if I were to be exact. Wild Saturday night shenanigans happened. The husband and I taught him to kick a soccer ball; in the house. Yes, he kicked a ball in the house. To be fair and honest, he hardly kicked…

Marie Antoinette and Me

The last queen of France and I have absolutely nothing in common. Still, through the hardest years I look to her. It started in my mid 20’s, when I was alone one evening in a tiny two room attic apartment. I had rented a movie from Blockbuster, Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. I watched it twice that evening. It had the…

To the Little Ones With Big Dreams

To the little girl with big dreams: I’ve twisted and turned myself inside out, upside down. The Red Hot Chili Peppers are blaring in my ears, Breaking the Girl. Can’t break what was already broken, but I can mend together the seams. Stitch back what was ripped apart, stuff white cotton innards back into the doll. The doll’s body will…

Time to Play on Mom Babble Today!

There are those noises, the ones sounding like long overgrown fingernails on a chalkboard. One of those irritating sounds is my voice. The sound of parenthood. Nagging. Constant harping. There are times it’s unbearable, in my own mind. However, there is a remedy. I found the cure. Click here to read: “There Is A Time To Play” on Mom Babble…

Come Visit Me on The Mid Today!

I am so honored and grateful to have a piece featured today on The Mid. The words published there are a part of my heart. They are about my home, and my own Mommy. Yes, I still call her ‘Mommy’, she will always be my Mommy. I don’t write about my mother often, out of love and protection. But, I…

Good Fish. Bad Fish. #1000Speak

Atari and Nintendo used to have a magical button, the reset button. Black screen, power surging off, and then on again. Start all over. Brand new game. Reset.   I started this writing adventure on April 28th last year. It took me only a few days to create a name and the original blog page. The old page was moved…

The Picky Eater’s Tribute to Dr. Seuss

I do not like the food you make, Mom-of-mine. I do not like the Ham or the Beef. I will not eat, Mom-of-mine. I will not eat potatoes today because I ate them yesterday. I do not like them as you say, Mom-of-mine. Today I will not go on your food foray. I will not eat the veggies or the…

Yes, There Is A Santa Claus

There are few moments in a person’s life as memorable as when the magic ends. When you step out of the gullible naive childhood innocence, and you become a little closer to adulthood. You stop believing in the Christmas magic. You know the gifts under the tree didn’t come from the magical Father Christmas. Instead, they were bought at department…

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