The day before Friday the 13th

Below is my account of what happened Thursday, March 12, 2020 I substitute taught for Coach Lee with Coach Newhart in Spradling and Bonneville’s PE Classes. We started our day in Spradling, then left for lunch and finished the day at Bonneville. Between that time, I shared lunch with a friend who arrived that morning…

That time a school principal told everyone I had the Coronavirus.

So and so eats their boogers! So and so has a crush on so and so! Shannon Hensley has the coronavirus! Thanks to the principal of Spradling Elementary,  I am on the receiving end of Coronavirus  2020 hysteria, and it cost my financial stability. With the help of another staff member, she emailed her staff…

We get it, Brock. You hate periods.

My biggest share wasn’t even created by me.   Let me just pile that onto my crippling imposter syndrome.   But It sparked a “heavy flow” of emotion from our male counterparts. In the words of the mighty Janet Jackson, it was   Heavy like a first day period.   So real quick I would…

This is how you live? A short story

  “You really wanna come in here?” I hold your hand, gazing into your eyes. I’m daring you to be terrified and enamored all at once and I know it isn’t fair.  I never said I played fair. In fact, you think I’m great right now but soon you will likely change your mind. “You…

We never should have dated.

We never should have dated Whether I dodged a bullet or not, it never should have happened. Honestly, you may have dodged more than me. I’m not ready.  I wasn’t then, and I showed you, which is why I’m now a distant nightmare that haunts you when you least expect it. I’m lying; you expect…

McGill’s Full Moon, est. 1982

If you’re reading this and you’ve known me longer than a year then chances are, you’ve seen my bare ass. I like to moon people. Always have; ask my friends from high school. If you’ve known me longer than five years those chances go up about 63% If you’ve known me since the 1990’s, you…

Wedding Day after Divorce

It’s the night before my nine- year wedding anniversary and I’m alone in the house we bought together. My husband is in his apartment with our boys, and I’m listening to the sound of the air conditioner as it competes with Arkansas August weather. Nine years ago, it was about 112 degrees with the heat…

Poetry & Feels Spotlight

I was a happy-go-lucky teenager until the summer before my senior year. A tragedy hit my family and in order to survive I surrounded myself in an elaborate dissociative cloak of armor, made of peacock feathers.  It’s grown with my once tiny frame, like a second skin I became so used to that peeling it…