My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The air was still, a hush so profound I could hear the whoosh of my heart beating. A shimmer of gold spread over the surface of the bay as the sun slowly rose above the tree line on the opposite shore. I sat atop the seawall, gently blowing on my hot tea, waiting for the … Continue reading Morning companion
“You know I love you.” It is exhausting sometimes to love someone who always needs validation and constant reassurance. “Prove it.” There was that lost, little boy smile I’m defenseless against. I put down my book in defeat and sighed. “You mean perform some Herculean feat, or unravel an impossibly tangled Gordian knot?” “Yeah, like … Continue reading Gordian knot
For the past several weeks, a close friend has been joining me on my morning jaunts. We power walk for about an hour and a half, burning up the sidewalks around my neighborhood. During those 90 minutes, we talk about our lives, our kids, and our relationships. We vent to each other about various vexations … Continue reading In full bloom
My life was short, but sweet. I felt love and comfort, even if at the time, I didn’t realize that was what I was experiencing. There were no words for it then, merely burbles and coos. Before I came here, to this place of light and peace, my conscience mind wasn’t fully developed. I once … Continue reading Infant memoirs
“She was just like her mother, sour and rancorous.” Parishioners swarmed old Westfall Cemetery, clearing weeds and dead floral arrangements in observance of Decoration Day. Elders, in white, Sunday-best shirts, sleeves rolled up past their elbows, uprighted toppled stones. The urn, split in half, memorialized the final resting places of mother and daughter, Gertrude and … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter
Chairs were stacked haphazardly on the pavilion deck instead of being lined up in measured rows on a rose petal strewn patch of beach at the foot of the boardwalk. A morning rain was his excuse for the delay, when in truth there was no bride. His flung his tuxedo jacket over the legs of … Continue reading Hold your peace
Thin spiral notebook 