After the Hurricane

Today is our wedding anniversary, (well, sort of — we were married on February 29) and I wrote Levi a story as a gift. I wrote it last week, and I couldn’t wait to give it to him, because that it just how I roll. He cried when he read it. My big hairy beast-man cried real man tears. I count that a win. I hope you guys enjoy it.

After the Hurricane

He’d combed his hair.

He’d combed it in a way he was sure she would laugh at.

It was silly for him to try and comb his wild wolfman hair into looking like he could be civilized, like he belonged in polite society, but he did it anyway, because he knew it would make her laugh. Continue reading

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Identi-defy

For my Context in Writing class we were told to submit a creative work that broke the traditional rules of fiction. This is the story I wrote. 

 

“I told him that I just can’t handle anymore. It’s too much…” one woman lamented from two tables over.

“We’re thinking maybe the countryside for the honeymoon, or possibly somewhere more tropical!” another woman gushed.

A man’s voice floated from across the room, “…glad that’s finally settled. That must have been a nightmare.”

I stared across the crowded room, absently chewing a bland bite of chicken breast. The rumble of voices and general clatter threatened to overwhelm me. I sat at the back of the room, but felt like I was in the center, surrounded by all the mind-numbing conversations.

I chewed faster, trying not lose my appetite. The voices went on and on about their stupid, boring lives, while they knew nothing of what real pain felt like. They squealed about Continue reading

What I write…

For my context in writing class, we were given a journal prompt about which kind of writing we are most drawn to. I was a bit surprised by my answer, so I thought I would share it here.

When I was much younger, I would have told you that I was most drawn to poetry. I used to write poems about everything, before anyone had a chance to tell me that poetry wasn’t something I should focus on. I remember when I announced to my family that I was going back to school. I had just turned 31. I had three kids, and a good job. Everyone got excited when I said I wanted to go back to school, probably because I Continue reading

Who is in control?

Everybody remember things differently, even my sister and I, born just two years apart. I remember moving into a house when I was a kid, (I was probably around 9 or 10?), and the in lieu of money, the landlord said we could clean out the trash as a deposit. There was so much trash in the bathroom that we could barely open the door. There were piles of clothes and food wrappers in the bathtub, stacked so high that it almost reached the Continue reading

Glory

Glory is a short story I wrote for the first of my creative writing workshops for school. I’m not a huge fan of short stories, but I think this one turned out pretty good. Let me know what you think!



I sat in my car, staring out the windshield at the building in front of me. I blew out a breath, and tried to find some calm, or at least an inkling of courage. I traced the letters of the sign in front of me with my eyes, wondering why the hell I thought I could do this. Cavanaugh Publishing.

Why was I still here? They weren’t going to hire me. I should just leave.

C’mon, silly girl. My mom’s voice echoed in my head. You need a damn job. Get in there. What’s the worst thing they’re going to tell you? No? So what. It’s not like they can take away your birthday.

I grabbed my purse and yanked the door handle of my beat up white Oldsmobile, thrusting the door open with a squawk of protest from the rusty hinges.

That’s my girl! Now quit being a pansy, put on your big girl panties, and just do it!

I snorted. Big girl panties. Pfft. As if I had any other option. I hadn’t worn anything but big girl panties since I was fourteen. Continue reading

No Magic Pill

There is no magic pill for weight loss. Well, I want to know why!

Because you have to put in the hard work to achieve anything.”

Is that the only prerequisite for a goal worth achieving? That it must be hard work to be worth anything? Because I’ve done the hard work…and it didn’t work. So what now?

Magic PillsI have full confidence in the scientific community to figure this out. There are pills that can fool our bodies into believing we are happy when we’re not. There are pills that take away our pain. Pills that give erections to those who thought they’d never see one again. So why can’t they make a magic weight loss pill? Why can’t they trick my body into metabolizing my food in the same manor that it did when I was sixteen, before I fucked it up by yo-yo dieting for almost twenty years. At this point, I’d settle for it to metabolize the way it did five years ago. Why can’t they develop a pill that will trick my brain into thinking it only wants veggies? Or into thinking processed food tastes bad, or one that will make me vomit uncontrollably until I do my daily workout. Or bleed from the eyes, or something equally terrible.

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Reasons I Don’t Make a Super Great Housewife/Mom

I believe that there are some women who were meant to be great Moms. There are also women who were meant to be great wives. Or maybe they just develop the skills better than I did. Or maybe they just lie about their skills better than I do. 🙂

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I remember skipping school once in the third grade. Yikes – I started young. Anyhoo, my mom caught me — at my friend’s house down the road . She told me that I had to go to school, because I would need school to get a job when I was older. I informed her that I wasn’t going to get a job — I was going to be a housewife, and I didn’t need to go to school for that. My mom said, “Okay, you want to be a housewife? Fine. Let me show you what that’s like.”

She kept me home from school the next day so my training could begin. I cleaned all day, and had to make breakfast, lunch and help with dinner. I remember being incredibly exhausted by about ten a.m., and begging my mom Continue reading