My journal of big words and pretty pictures
"For Sale: baby shoes, never worn," ~ attributed to Ernest Hemingway, first published in "Papa," a one-man play written by John DeGroot, 1995. I keep a notebook and pen with me always. Even by my bedside, I have something to write with in case I wake up from a strange dream, or at that tenuous … Continue reading Make- believe
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
The island guard went house to house rousting drunken vacationers from their debauchery-induced stupor. Curses met any demands to search the property, which were answered with force, as the guard tossed shocked suspects through the tropical hued doors of their bungalows. The revelers gathered at the water’s edge as they watched the guard storm their … Continue reading Behind door No. 4
We sit in comfortable silence, A conversation without words, Conveying more in a language of our own, Passing meanings through A touch, A smile, A laugh, A blush, A nudge, A wink. What is that sigh? That look? Anger? Discontent? Annoyance? What’s wrong? Tell me. Your silent treatment is deafening. I have no words. We never … Continue reading Living in silence
When I was a teenager, my mother sewed my prom dress from a pattern I picked out, using mauve floral material I approved - think Holly Hobbie meets Laura Ingalls Wilder. At the time I loved the dress, but it was truly hideous. It seemed appropriate at the time, since my date looked like Grizzly Adams. … Continue reading Wash, rinse, repeat
“Do you hear that?” She tilted her head, trying to make out the sound. “Hear what?” He blew over the top of his coffee cup, trying to cool the scalding liquid. “It sounds like singing.” She swiveled in her chair, seeking out where the music was emanating. Annie and Pete sat outside their usual kaffeeklatsch sipping … Continue reading Sound rises
Thin spiral notebook 