My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed. “Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.” “We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?” Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys … Continue reading Capture the flag
She asks if he slept well. He sighs at her, noncommittal on his morning condition. “Would you like some breakfast? Eggs, waffles?” He grimaces. Not from the mention of food, but from having to make a decision. She continues loading dirty dishes, waiting. “Waffles.” Nodding, she begins pulling ingredients out of the cabinets. “Would you … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Breakfast
When the last of her children left the nest, Betty finally had a chance to completely clean her house. She could clear out the clutter that drove her crazy for the past two decades. After a week of tidying, scouring, dusting, vacuuming, donating, and bringing order to the chaos, the home was pristine. There wasn’t … Continue reading A loving mess
Alone with my thoughts Seagulls constantly intrude With lame knock-knock jokes
When I began my first blog it was an adjunct to my paying job. I worked for a media company in it’s online division as a content manager. Blogs were becoming a popular tool for news outlets and as someone who generated content, logically I was one of the people tagged to author a site. … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Last
Everyone has a story living inside them, few have the moxie to tell it. Albert’s story was one of hubris and excess. He once had everything, now he lived under a bridge, his only source of income written in scrawled script on a torn piece of cardboard. When asked what brought him to such a … Continue reading Under the bridge
Thin spiral notebook 