My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I kicked up tiny puffs of grit as I walked down the sandy path, getting the fine silt in my shoes. As I wandered deeper into the woods, my mind went back to our argument that morning. Once we calmed down, it was clear we both wanted the same thing. That’s how it was lately. Fighting … Continue reading Muscadine wine
Guessed my mnemonic? The last one was a Liar. ABC easy
“Will you be home for dinner?” There was an edge to her voice, no matter how nonchalant Erica tried to sound. “If you have to work late again, I won’t bother cooking.” She had her back to him, so missed Jerry’s eye roll but clearly heard his put-upon sigh. “I’m not sure,” he said, picking … Continue reading Frenemy
Our lives are inextricably entwined. Some days I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I feel like a shade, just a silhouette without any substance. Flickering between real and imagined until he puts a name to me, and gives me a voice. There is nothing I do or say that I don’t first … Continue reading Tying the knot
“I still don’t think the ‘rents trust me,” I said, handing him a wet glass. Drying it seductively, he maintained eye contact with me. “Why should they, you’re a cradle robber,” he chuckled. We were wearing mismatched pajamas. He had on the pants, and I was swimming in his 2X shirt. “You were also my … Continue reading Jezebel
The screaming I could handle. We were outside at a public beach after all. Even when he started feeding the seagulls, I could put up with it. I knew the ranger would be around soon enough to stop it. After the second fistful of sand the pre-teen flung at my head, I was done. I … Continue reading Ice floe
Thin spiral notebook 