My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“You can stop the crocodile tears. You know whining gets you nowhere with me.” I try to keep my voice even, not needing to share our conversation with my fellow cafe denizens. All I want is a quiet morning to just sit and sip my latte. “This is settled. I’m not arguing with you.” Holding … Continue reading Crocodile tears
I wanted to put as many miles behind me as I could. When I kept driving over the shoulder rumble strips I knew I had to stop. The sun was just cresting the horizon. After finding the only open spot in the crowded parking lot, I shuffled into the hotel lobby. If I was more … Continue reading Rumble strips
He has an unpretentious regal presence, an unwavering posture and unflappable demeanor. There has never been anything casual about him. From his carefully coiffed hair, to his customer-tailored coats, to his powder grey leather shoes, he is the epitome of elegance and grace. His brethren, a close-knit, but secretive coterie of like-minded gentlemen, are a … Continue reading Gentlemen’s club
It was a time-honored rite of passage. The Shapiro men all had their first drink together at the Xavier Club. A snifter of fine, aged brandy to commemorate 21st birthdays and the official beginning of adulthood. This night Trey, Harold Matthew Shapiro III, was being feted. His grandfather and father raised their glasses for the … Continue reading Cheers
I felt oddly detached when delivering the bad news to my mother. My husband offered to make the calls to our parents, but I believed such news should come from me. I kept to the briefest details, avoiding any mention of how scared I was, or anything other than surgery dates. I saw no sense … Continue reading Diagnosis – Day 5
Finally, after meager years lost in the wilderness, Willys and his family escape the pinewood jungle. Squinting against dazzling sunlight, they face an unfamiliar and frightening world. Turning ‘round, they return to Shangri-La. NaBloPoMo 30/30
Thin spiral notebook 