My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I have all these lofty plans to write letters, or send cards on special occasions or phone for no other reason than to hear the voice of the person on the other end of the call. But, I don’t. There is guilt. No excuses are given, no pattern of behavior altered. I’m simply a neglectful … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Letter
The 3:05 roared into the Hart Avenue station, smoke and soot spewing from the undercarriage and engine stacks. When the doors swooshed open, afternoon passengers spilled from the cars like a swarm of worker ants. Porters appeared with bellman’s carts, brass shined and the signature red carpet freshly cleaned, ready to load trunks and suitcases … Continue reading Thought train
Whitewashed prison walls Spirits haunt stark, narrow halls A mournful voice calls Photo taken at Fort Barrancass, aboard Naval Air Station, Pensacola.
I go through the motions without thought. It is all so routine, so mundane. Monday is the kitchen, Tuesday is bathrooms, Wednesday is laundry. There are no highs or lows, days pass without excitement, without emotion. They tell me it will get better, that my grieving is a gift. I am to use it wisely, … Continue reading Daily chores
It’s been almost two weeks since my family took in five newborn kittens and their mother. The three-week old kittens are getting bottle feedings every four hours, routine sink baths (kittens are a very messy lot), and cleaned of eye boogers semi-daily. I am inundated with the smell of pee and poop, being peed and pooped on, … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Emotion
The recliner was pushed so far back that its occupant’s head was lower than his feet. He gripped the armrests to keep from sliding off onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Dr. Holman sat in an adjacent chair, debating with himself whether to toss some of the couch cushions beneath Cyril’s head, lest … Continue reading Daymare
Thin spiral notebook 