This is how it started for me. I put a little pink in my hair and the world went crazy. You’d think the sun fell out of the sky or something. Apparently, you can dye your hair black, brown, yellow, red or a combination of any of those, but you can’t have any of the…
Author: Allison Divine
Worry ‘Bout What You Gon’ Worry ‘Bout
But don’t worry ‘bout me. A little thing like a major hurricane ain’t enough to keep us down. Not forever, anyway. Y’all keep on having your petty little wars about whoever is superior to whoever else. I get it. We all do. And while y’all are fighting, maybe take a minute to remember the entire…
The Cold Hard Truth About Loving God
What it really looks like Loving God sounds easy, but don’t read this if you aren’t brave enough to face yourself. I always considered loving God from a selfish point of view. I love Him because of all He gives me, for blessing me with life, for sending Jesus to die for my sins. But…
The Child Revisited
A poem about life after childhood trauma. Today I got a glimpse of me. The me that I swore could not return. I saw the part of myself that I said was dead and buried, Killed off by the destruction that was my life. And when I saw me, I knew who I was. I…
Slipping Off the Deep End
Social Isolationism can make you crazy. The world we live in is imperfect at best, and a cataclysmic train ride to hell at worst. Just when you think things are starting to go your way, something happens to bring your life crashing down around your feet in broken bits of whatever’s left when your expectation…
Flies and Fishhooks
Photo by Stefan Cosma on Unsplash For some reason, the flies are unbearable this year, and I think it’s because the pipe running into the sewer has a leak, and human waste is trickling onto the ground in the backyard. I feel like a little kid from a third world country, swatting at flies that are too lazy…
Wearing the Mask of Sanity
Life explained through the lense of madness The silence I live in since I found my child dead isn’t silent at all but is made up of voices from my childhood, talking incessantly and laughing as they clink their wine glasses together and scrape their forks across china plates. Noise I can’t explain is now…
This is Where the World Stops
Why we’re fading out of existence Mama said she was in the grocery store the other day when she felt it—the sensation that she was fading out. Out of the world, out of existence. You don’t want to hear things like that from your parents. It’s almost as if you think by not acknowledging death,…
My Fat Game is Real and Some Butts Are Hail Damaged
How I balance my weight loss with Girl Scout cookies At the doctor’s office today, I was congratulated for a three-and-a-half-pound weight loss. Apparently, two pounds were fat, one pound was water weight. Naturally, when I got back home, I ate an entire box of Girl Scout cookies. Life’s all about balance I blame the…
Divorce Stole My Ability to Write
And left a list of things I no longer have. The stress of divorce and not knowing how I’ll pay my bills has taken away my voice. Or in this case, my words. My mind draws a blank when usually I can’t get to the laptop fast enough to get it all down before my…