sunset at beach pavilion

Ebb and flow

Some evenings when I am gifted with a brilliant end to my day, I can almost hear the sun sinking into the ocean with a muted hiss, or perhaps more of an ‘ahhhh…’ Like slipping into a warm tub, to soak away worries and stress. Alone on the beach, sharing the spectacle with only the sea birds, I often just sit and watch. Marveling at … Continue reading Ebb and flow

writing spider web

Writing is on the web

Itsy was in trouble… again. Sitting in the academy headmaster’s outer office, she kept dodging the disapproving glare of Miss Muffet. Rumor had it that the old crone had been a fixture of the private school since the reign of Old King Cole. Shifting on the tattered tuffet, Itsy was sure that the uncomfortable seating was another way to punish wayward students. Itsy would swear … Continue reading Writing is on the web

BP Deepwater oil slick

Yellow slick

I tried telling people that the bruises were from my clumsiness, or that I merely bruised easily. No one believed me. The tiny, evenly spaced, purple ovals, the exact shape of an angry fingertip, erupted on my arms regularly, often with the previous alien markers not completely faded alongside the newer ones. As a child, teachers fretted over me, wondering if they should report my … Continue reading Yellow slick