My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“You know I love you.” It is exhausting sometimes to love someone who always needs validation and constant reassurance. “Prove it.” There was that lost, little boy smile I’m defenseless against. I put down my book in defeat and sighed. “You mean perform some Herculean feat, or unravel an impossibly tangled Gordian knot?” “Yeah, like … Continue reading Gordian knot
My life was short, but sweet. I felt love and comfort, even if at the time, I didn’t realize that was what I was experiencing. There were no words for it then, merely burbles and coos. Before I came here, to this place of light and peace, my conscience mind wasn’t fully developed. I once … Continue reading Infant memoirs
“She was just like her mother, sour and rancorous.” Parishioners swarmed old Westfall Cemetery, clearing weeds and dead floral arrangements in observance of Decoration Day. Elders, in white, Sunday-best shirts, sleeves rolled up past their elbows, uprighted toppled stones. The urn, split in half, memorialized the final resting places of mother and daughter, Gertrude and … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter
Chairs were stacked haphazardly on the pavilion deck instead of being lined up in measured rows on a rose petal strewn patch of beach at the foot of the boardwalk. A morning rain was his excuse for the delay, when in truth there was no bride. His flung his tuxedo jacket over the legs of … Continue reading Hold your peace
Days of anticipation carried him through the chaos surrounding his daughter’s pending wedding. As much as any little girl imagines a fairytale ceremony, fathers dream of walking their daughters down the aisle. When he and her mother divorced, she was only a child. He went from spending each morning of every day with her, to … Continue reading Father of the bride
Agatha’s Story so far... Queen Maud covered her mouth with her hands as best she could, trying to shield her face from the sand kicked up by the guard as he struggled with her across the beach. Once inside the dark tent, set off from the rest of the camp, Maud pulled away from Calen, … Continue reading A ghostly past
Thin spiral notebook 