Visiting hours

March 1, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

Goodwood Duxford tales… A picnic basket was packed with cold fried chicken, still warm buttermilk biscuits slathered with amber honey, slices of homegrown tomatoes, fresh juicy strawberries and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. Goodwood Duxford graciously declined Jonny’s offer to come along to play his drums, well as Roger Oakley's offer to loan his 1931 … Continue reading Visiting hours

Michigan Jones

February 26, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

Standing in the ankle-deep weeds and brambles, Haley stared at the old store front watching the reflections of passing cars scrolling across the surprisingly intact display windows. Carefully she moved through the over-grown parking lot stepping around broken pieces of asphalt peeking through the grass. After slapping her bare arms a few times, she cursed … Continue reading Michigan Jones

Taming the brat

February 18, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Goodwood Duxford tales... His full arsenal of charms and amulets hung from his tool belt, ready to amplify any incantation. He filled each pocket of his carpenter's apron to bulging with herbs and specialty salts for binding, and a second band of crystals circled his wrist. Any layman would surmise that Goodwood Duxford, ghost wrangler … Continue reading Taming the brat

Prodigal son

February 12, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Goodwood Duxford tales… The front window at The Grumpy Magpie featured a slightly used casket, opened and propped against the headboard of a sleigh bed. The remainder of the display was filled with poorly crafted decoupage nightstands and jewelry boxes made by the store owner’s niece. Enjoying a rare day off, Goodwood Duxford, Pepperidge Township’s … Continue reading Prodigal son

Into the light

February 8, 2016February 16, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

The Story so far... From the outside, the building appeared to be like any other on the street. Once Clay walked through the green door, he stepped into a subterranean world few had entered, or knew existed. Noor, his escort, led him way down the labyrinth of passages, fingertip barely grazing the rock walls, … Continue reading Into the light

Point blank

February 4, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 16 Comments

Ideas, hurled like cannon balls, are indiscriminate in their destruction. A special license should be required before shooting off your mouth. Spewing ignorant words in a spray of hatred and bigotry, bullets of misogyny and intolerance raining down without any regard for who they wound. Sticks and stones… words kill more people than guns and knives. You … Continue reading Point blank