Category Archives: misfire

sometimes along the journey, i make wrong turns. i take shots that don’t quite hit my targets. but i am always trying to pick up my rifle & take aim again

i hold it together

I hold it together. Or I try. In the months since I last wrote, I hold it together among the changes. The chaos of choices and regrets and joys and challenges ahead.  I hold it together when I take the … Continue reading

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today

And then there was today. When everything piles up and seems to weigh so much, even if it’s just a lot of little things. A day where I wanted to just stop. I wanted to stop pushing my feet forward … Continue reading

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on top of the world

Hours of waiting at the airport, making phone calls I didn’t want to have to make. Knowing that what’s waiting for me at the end of the line isn’t where I wanted or am supposed to be. I’m in the … Continue reading

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it ain’t pretty

Sometimes I’m surprised that I’m still surprised by some things. Like how I sometimes still expect and believe that certain things will all fall into place on their own. That certain things will all stay between the lines. Stay in … Continue reading

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pictures on your fridge

You have a lot of pictures on your refrigerator. Pictures of your family. Your coworkers. Your friends. Your wedding. Your whole life, it seems, is papered on the fridge. Especially her. I know who she is without even asking. You’ve never talked … Continue reading

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them boys

Key turns in ignition and as car starts up, head falls against wheel and eyes close. I know it’s time to leave but I can’t. Overwhelmed by memories and realizations about them boys. Why is it always them boys? Forever … Continue reading

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for now

Piles of newspapers with uneven ink circles around boxes that might offer a chance. Eyes blurry from hours of slogging through websites, creating profiles with a frenzy. Hoping that maybe something will strike someone. Anyone. Keystrokes click at rapid pace … Continue reading

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