My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Welcome to the Ivory Quill, let me know if there is anything I can help you find.” With that greeting, Seshat, the store owner, left me to browse her antique letter shop. I'm in the word business, and I needed a new supply of serifs, calligraphs, blocks and gothics. There aren't many of us WordSmiths … Continue reading WordSmith
First I will find a box that can endure the centuries. Not wood nor stone which will succumb to nature, crumbling into dust, but of steel, impervious to rain and wind, cold and heat, time and seasons. Into this time capsule, I will place all those things I no longer need nor want, but cannot … Continue reading Time capsule
She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea. Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this … Continue reading The perfect cup of tea
Bare limbs spread out like skeleton ribbing. Draped in a tattered shroud of Spanish moss, it is scant protection from the biting rain and brutal wind. Ancient oaks open as an umbrella over my head. A canopy of wasted dreams flutter and snap, a daunting cacophony of regret and guilt. Do I shutter that hiding … Continue reading Monochrome
It started simply enough with a call from an aggrieved citizen. “I was robbed!” After a telephone interview with the alleged victim to gather necessary information to begin an investigation, the detectives met to brainstorm. A rookie deputy knocked on the conference room door to report that the stolen property they were discussing was already … Continue reading Farmer Johnny
As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint. My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still … Continue reading Mama, she’s crazy
Thin spiral notebook 