My journal of big words and pretty pictures
What kind of future can he have? What kind of future does he want? To go to college, get a good job, find a nice girl, get married, settle down, have a family. Is that the future he wants or the one you want for him? What does that even mean? What’s wrong with wanting … Continue reading On the horizon
Bent framing nails cluttered her desk. Victoria kept her attention on them, trying not to stare at the man across from her who dropped them there. He was familiar. The estranged husband of one of her clients, she dubbed him, The Tyrant. When Van Donovan made an appointment to talk with her, Victoria told her … Continue reading Tough as nails
A low murmur spread out over the crowd filing into the concert hall. An occasional loud voice turned heads and set tongues clucking. As the house lights dimmed, everyone found their seat and dutifully silenced cellphones, except for a few ill-mannered patrons who insisted on taking selfies for Facebook pages. The curtains parted and the … Continue reading And the band played on
It’s a subtle onslaught. There’s no gnashing, nor grinding teeth to rend you to shreds. It happens at a snail’s pace, often feeling so normal, your destruction is indiscernible until you’ve completely disappeared. Instead, you’re flayed alive by a thousand tiny razors ripping and tearing you apart. Each cut stings as your defenses are peeled … Continue reading At a snail’s pace
Polaris glimmers overhead It casts its light across our path We expect obstacles, perilous travels Our fate decided before our birth We are powerless to alter our course Or so we believe Our heartbeat skips, we quell our fears A foot off our mapped-out passage Deeper through the forest We trudge forward, resolve wavers Doubt says … Continue reading Not in our stars
When he suggested we make our own bread, I thought he wanted to eat less processed food. I got a dough machine, stocked up on whole wheat flour, and yeast, even researched ways to cultivate sourdough starter. The first time I presented him with a fresh loaf, still warm from the oven, he looked at … Continue reading Fresh bread
Thin spiral notebook 