My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“It’s tradition.” “I know.” This was an overdue talk, but one I still didn’t want to have. “All I’m saying is maybe you could change it up a bit.” “Your grandmother passed it to me, and her mother passed it to her.” My mother refused to look at me, instead she focused on folding the … Continue reading Holiday tradition
Phoebe helped the squirming Nash out of his car seat. Without looking back the boy ran towards the playground and his father. Trey’s fiancée, Coral, was standing beside him, her periwinkle blue eyeshadow flashing like neon. A sour lump formed in Phoebe’s throat. She knew this day was coming, but didn’t expect to feel so … Continue reading Phoebe
Surviving pestilence and plague, vandals and thieves, weathering blizzards and scorching sun, floods and drought, still I rise, still I am restored, still I endure. Rising from the ashes, a phoenix among the flames, ignoring rules of behavior to grow according to my expectations.
Angela was kicking herself for saying, “Yes.” The hottest boy at Cannon High, Reese Greene, had asked her to senior prom. He caught her at the Hall C lockers between Science Lab and American Lit. First she looked around for members of his posse. Maybe one of them was capturing this potentially humiliating moment for a … Continue reading Hunk’a, hunk’a, burnin’ love
Peg legged with eyepatch Ruthless high seas buccaneer Has fondness for Arrrrs Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Mr. Walker strolled the grocery aisles, armed with a feather brush, he raised little clouds of dust as he cleaned rows and rows of canned goods. He stocked all the necessary staples - Spam, pork and beans, Vienna Sausages, Saltines, tune (packed in oil), Campbell’s soups (tomato, chicken noodle and cream of chicken), Del Monte peaches … Continue reading Last meal
Thin spiral notebook 