Tag: Writing

Life’s Low Blows

 I yell at my God, “Am I not strong enough?”  A year ago, I held the world by successful dreams I’d once thought impossible. I’d opened the oyster and, thought for the first time ever, I finally plucked a pearl. I had made my dream publications. A piece I wrote had gotten picked up by every publication I’d admired. It…

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.…

Blame Train Rolling Into The Station

I opened up. My body walked out on the public opinion ledge and stood fully naked in front of the stale popcorn eating crowd. I did my best to explain every detail with tears streaming down my face as I strung all the words together. When you tell the truth, people have some kind of gasoline-ignited burning desire to yell…

I Don’t Have A Choice

It’s time to come home. It’s time to do what these hands were made to do. It’s time to make choices. It’s time to face all the fear. I’ve ran enough, as far as these legs are willing to take me. Turn and face the monsters, the facts, and the truth. It’s time to come home, the one buried deep…

Therapist Lady, Libel, And Laughter

The decision had to be made. I got a therapist lady. Y’all don’t have to worry about me as much now. I thought some y’all were starting to worry because my husband cheated on me AGAIN, and this time I had to leave him. I moved in with my mom. I had to carry most of my clothes, make-up, and…

A Friendship Appears Today #BeREALationships

Over the last few years I’ve followed an inspiring writer, Hastywords, who began a wonderful journey with her #BeReal series. As it has grown and evolved, I’ve admired many of the writers featured on the site. When she approached me to write a piece for #BeREALationships, I couldn’t say ‘no’ and I couldn’t wait to write. Many times throughout my…

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…

I Have To Go See About An I Can

Can’t be a writer. Not today. The emotions are slathered on too thick. Can’t shake the doubt. Can’t compete. Can’t be on their level. Can’t. Can’t. Can’t. Not today. I’m a hypocrite, the largest form of one. I am a floating Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade balloon extravagantly large hypocrite. Look at me, I can do everything. I am the best writer. I…

Another Round

There are the times where writers can’t write. Or they won’t write. They just don’t want to do it. I’m no different. You can’t make me write; never could make myself do it. Except for those 300,000 essays college professors made me write. I wrote them. They were probably poorly written. I don’t remember half of the crap I wrote…

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