My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She was larger than life. A goddess of courage and virtue, intellect and strength. In the eyes of my mother, her martyred baby sister could do no wrong. I grew up living with her name, and failing in my attempts to live up to her legacy. My bedtime stories were tales of her adventures, my … Continue reading Legend
I am an uncredited understudy struggling to find out who I am, and what I want to be. Never the star. Always living in the shadows, hidden away from the adoration of those who I long to charm. I can never be wise enough, talented enough, pretty enough for the limelight to shine on me. … Continue reading Take a bow
I walked through the house like a wraith. I barely noticed the furniture covered in stained and worn movers' tarps. Framed oil paintings on the floor leaned against the wall in haphazard order. Bright squares spotlighted where they once hung. The surrounding faded paint showed more than age and neglect. Dust motes danced in the … Continue reading In a dark mirror
He said it was a security precaution. A peephole would let me see who was at the door, and I could keep out the sketchy, unsavory people. I tried not to laugh, thinking about a peephole in a junker car. He was so serious. Saying just because we lived in a car, didn't mean we … Continue reading Keeping watch
She was going home. College and grown-up life had kept her away for more than seven years. She called her parents every Sunday, and stayed in contact with a few high school friends who never moved away, but it wasn't the same. She missed the late nights cruising main street with her girls, Friday home … Continue reading Hometown girl
The day was grey and sad the first time I saw you. Rain drenched, you stood to one side, cut off from the rest of the wet, bus fare herd. Your face cast back the sky's mean mien.
Thin spiral notebook 