Tag: West Virginia

Just A Girl

I’m the girl…  The one you think is pretty enough to take home to meet your mother, until you realize I’m a complete mess. And your mother is going to hate me for one of two reasons. The first perception and reason is she’ll judge the picture in front of her. She’ll think my life has been buckets of lemonade…

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…

Cotton Candy, Funnel Cakes, And Kismet

There is a refusal inside of me to burden you with the world tonight. There are enough words being shouted about the day and age we’re suddenly forced to live in. Instead, I will burden you with my tiny glimmer of hope. Dammit, it’s not been stripped of me yet. I won’t let any man seize the days my heart…

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…

I Wasn’t Worth Saving.

In my younger days when I did something wrong, my mama would say: “You look at me when I’m talking to you.” I didn’t want to hold my head up to look at her.  I felt Shame. Guilt. Fear. Discomfort. She didn’t strike me. She scolded me, which at times felt worse than being hit. I’d disappointed her. Because she’d…

I Want To Write Something Beautiful

Each day is growing darker a minute sooner. The leaves are changing and a chill has arrived, soon there will be a brief last gasp of summer. We always have those last few warm days here. It is the finale to our summer season. Halloween is inching closer and children will dress in their costumes while walking door to door…

We Are… On Original Bunker Punks Today.

I’ve waited a long time to write my third and final installment to my Appalachian series. The hesitation in writing it was because I wanted to see where a city, my home, would go. I’m still not exactly sure the answer to that question. There is no definitive answer. A town, like many other communities, is struggling with heroin. But…

An Appalachian Saga on The Good Men Project Today!

 Appearing today on The Good Men Project is my second installment in a series of three pieces I have come to call my “Appalachian Tales.” These three articles originated from a post I wrote titled, “Hickory. Dickory. Dock. Time to Write.” I was frustrated from working and living in a community where each day I would see addiction. Ten years…

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