I Left my Life for Booby Tassels, too much Eyeliner, and a Chance to be Normal

I can wear eyeliner now. I can also wear blush and mascara and lipstick and eye shadow and highlighter and all of the shit us women put on our faces to look and feel pretty. I don’t have to worry about any of my stuff going missing anymore. No more arguments about why it’s needed... Read more »

Chasing the Son: Chapter Three -- 8.5x11 Broken Pieces of Paper

Alex’s age, I think to myself as I scroll through my Facebook feed. Same boat, different body of water, I whisper as I read the post out loud. “Prayers he is found safe.”, I write in the Comments section “Missing Child, Please Share.” I write on my own Facebook post as I Share the details... Read more »

I’m Afraid my Teacher will Shoot up my School if I Tell on Him

Some mornings, while I’m in line waiting for the bell to ring, half-ass listening to my friends talk about who posted what on their Snapchat stories, I stare at him from afar, wondering what kind of sick shit he has running through his mind. Some days, when our classes are out for recess, I try... Read more »
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Visit me in my dreams

She should’ve died with me by her side. I’m eventually going to have to repaint the basement floor one of these days.  All the scrubbing and the scrapping has left it chipped and dull in certain areas, mainly where the litter boxes are kept.  There’s only one now by the way.  Only one litter box... Read more »

The Fundamentals of a Filtered Life

Pictures and sounds fade in and out while my mind constantly tries to grasp where the hell I am. I have to be stuck in some sort of limbo because it’s too damn cold to be in hell but too damn hot to be in heaven. One thing I do know for sure is that everything... Read more »

Badass Bitches and the Mothers' who Love Them

You’re a Badass Bitch and you got this, whispers the mother of a twelve year old girl right before she steps out onto the court. She can tell her daughter is worried about playing today. Worried about her new teammates watching every move she makes. Worried about not being good enough to be considered a member... Read more »
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Chasing the Son: Chapter Two -- Close Enough to Push Away

I sometimes catch short videos of him posted on social media. They last no more than a few seconds but I have a tendency to let them auto play over and over on my feed before I move on. I study his body movement and watch his facial expressions as the footage repeats itself, but... Read more »

Chasing the Son: Chapter One -- Possible Runaway

“Not to be the bearer of bad news, but some kids, regardless of what their parents try to do for them, don’t want to be helped, by anyone. There is really nothing you can do for them.” I feel stupid not having an actual photo with me. Considering it hadn’t been a full 24 hours... Read more »

In my dreams, divorce is better

I can feel no hatred in my heart as my eyesight slowly starts to fade in. My body is telling me that there is simply no more room for it. No more room in my heart, no more room in my thoughts, no more room in my life. Only relief and gratitude. I sit up... Read more »
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Two Daughters, One Mother, So Many Wrongs

Nobody talks to me at school. Well, let’s throw you a party and get you some friends. Nobody talks to me at school. Well, always carry a book or a journal with you so you’re never really alone. One is too popular. One is a loner. One does well in school. One continues to struggle. One reads.... Read more »