My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... The drive to the country was spent running scenarios. What to say, what to ask, what to reveal. The last time Nori spoke to Kathryn Ransom Brownlee it was at the funeral of Ashley Ransom - Nori’s best friend and Kathryn’s only child. After the service, Kathryn gave Nori several boxes… Continue reading Sweet talker
The plans for the upcoming Thanksgiving weekend include climbing into the dark abyss that is our attic, halogen lamp in hand, topography map at the ready, GPS coordinates memorized, all to successfully locate and transport our Christmas decorations into the living room. It will be a family event. The Boy, our Girl, the Mister and… Continue reading Holidays past
More of Andrew's Story... “Did you see the news this morning?” Nori’s sister, Paula, puttered around the living room, fluffing couch pillows and rearranging knick-knacks on Nori’s book shelves. Rolling her eyes, Nori took note of what to replace once her visitor left. “No,” Nori said, “I went out to the jetty to clear my head.”… Continue reading What the water gave up
Tawny fungi spread Entwined among rotten stumps Beauty grows from death
Several jennies pecked at the ground, picking up stray kernels. The big tom strutted around his harem spitting at Lindy, his tail feathers spread wide, his waddle shaking from his loud drumming, all a display of dominance and aggression. He didn’t like having an intruder in his territory. Lindy ignored him and continued throwing feed… Continue reading Kernel of lies
“Isabelle, I need to settle up my tab.” Stretched out on a thrifty store reject Chesterfield, Isabelle turned a languid eye toward her best client. Draping her arm off the narrow edge, she rummaged through the red foil wrappers in a nearly empty box of chocolates searching for any leftover cordials. “It’s a sizable account,”… Continue reading 99 lead balloons
I mentioned to some friends that lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts, and thought maybe my thyroid levels were off. I have Hashimoto’s which means that little butterfly shaped gland in my neck is a slacker, and doesn’t work so well. My regular physicians moved, so I was meeting a new doctor on Tuesday… Continue reading Armed for battle
