Goodwood Duxford tales... His full arsenal of charms and amulets hung from his tool belt, ready to amplify any incantation. He filled each pocket of his carpenter's apron to bulging with herbs and specialty salts for binding, and a second band of crystals circled his wrist. Any layman would surmise that Goodwood Duxford, ghost wrangler … Continue reading Taming the brat
Author: Tara R.
Do It Yourself
I firmly believe that DIY home projects should not be attempted by married or otherwise committed couples. Such tasks can be as simple as assembling a particleboard bookcase, or as painstaking as papering bathroom walls. The trouble comes when both partners believe there is only one way to perform the job, their way. Everyone wants to be … Continue reading Do It Yourself
100 Word Challenge: Paper
Lately I’ve taken on the onerous task of cataloging my and the Mister’s many books. We have a lot of books. A “can never read all of these” amount of books. A “we could have our own library” amount of books. We have more bookcases than the average family should legally own. The bookshelf that … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Paper
Freshman orientation
Goodwood Duxford tales... The hole measured two and a half feet wide by eight feet long and six feet deep. St. Simon’s verger had been at the site since daybreak digging. He finished as the funeral home staff arrived to set up chairs in four neat rows of five, and erect a white canopy over … Continue reading Freshman orientation
Prodigal son
Goodwood Duxford tales… The front window at The Grumpy Magpie featured a slightly used casket, opened and propped against the headboard of a sleigh bed. The remainder of the display was filled with poorly crafted decoupage nightstands and jewelry boxes made by the store owner’s niece. Enjoying a rare day off, Goodwood Duxford, Pepperidge Township’s … Continue reading Prodigal son
End of the trail
The boardwalk zig-zagged through the titi forest, high above a saw palmetto marsh. Dragonflies hummed through the humid air and green anoles skittered from shadow to shadow seeking refuge from the blistering sun. With luck, she would have the trails to herself. The park was merely a bump in the road, hidden from plain … Continue reading End of the trail





