My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It’s only called a “funny bone,” because other people laugh when you crack it and go all dead-arm. I used to see the humor, but the older I get, the less tolerance I have for the hilarity of it. I’m unamused by ridiculous antics of adults or even children. I take offense when my mistakes … Continue reading Smile if you mean it
Last March, my daughter called home early on a Sunday morning. A close friend from high school had taken her own life, and my daughter was inconsolable. There are so many unanswered questions, and days when the loss is still overwhelming. On November 16, my daughter and other former classmates are participating in a local … Continue reading Suicide prevention
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.” ~ James Douglas
Over the last few days, Mr. has been sorting through our many, old photo albums looking for past snaps of our kids in their Halloween costumes. While he had the photos out, I found a shot of the two of us at his graduation, a photo that to this day, is one of my favorites. … Continue reading Harlot
Standing on the beach, looking out over the ocean, I can understand why our ancestors believed the world was flat. That at the edge of the earth, it dropped off into nothingness. Thing is that we can never reach that edge. The horizon stretches outward past our vision, both real and imagined. There is always … Continue reading I can see forever
Thin spiral notebook 