My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Leslie spread out an array of flashcards over the dining table, each printed with a pictogram and its corresponding name in Spanish. Several workbooks lay unfinished on the floor, and a video language tutorial was paused on her laptop. Her head hurt and she was on the verge of a complete emotional breakdown. Doctors were … Continue reading Language class
You act like it’s my job to kowtow to you. I’m tired of walking on egg shells and struggling to say the right words, in the right order, in the right tone. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to your feelings, I can see you’re upset but you say, “nothing’s wrong” when I ask. I don’t know … Continue reading Like it’s my job
Why do you constantly do that? Every time I say anything, you always take it in the worst possible way. What? I never do that. You're totally overreacting, as usual. You are impossible! *Photo venue: The Landing, city park in Fort Walton Beach, FL
Every two weeks I have my nails did. For an hour someone pampers me, buffing my nails and painting them so they are all shiny, then gives me the nicest hand massage. It's something little I do for myself, it's an hour to just relax. This morning was my day at the salon. When I … Continue reading Outside looking in
Thin spiral notebook 