Summer beach time... warm, soft sand; hot, lulling sunshine; cool, ocean breezes; invigorating, saltwater; good food; good drinks; great friends; fun conversations; naps... the best kind of Sunday.
Some evenings when I am gifted with a brilliant end to my day, I can almost hear the sun sinking into the ocean with a muted hiss, or perhaps more of an 'ahhhh...' Like slipping into a warm tub, to soak away worries and stress. Alone on the beach, sharing the spectacle with only the … Continue reading Ebb and flow
“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
Itsy was in trouble… again. Sitting in the academy headmaster’s outer office, she kept dodging the disapproving glare of Miss Muffet. Rumor had it that the old crone had been a fixture of the private school since the reign of Old King Cole. Shifting on the tattered tuffet, Itsy was sure that the uncomfortable seating … Continue reading Writing is on the web
I tried telling people that the bruises were from my clumsiness, or that I merely bruised easily. No one believed me. The tiny, evenly spaced, purple ovals, the exact shape of an angry fingertip, erupted on my arms regularly, often with the previous alien markers not completely faded alongside the newer ones. As a child, … Continue reading Yellow slick
They say that I am broken, like the window in my old truck. Cracked, shattered, fractured into so many pieces I will never be whole again. But, they are wrong. A chip here and there, hardly makes me ruined. I have character. I have Kintsugi. My scars make me beautiful. They are hieroglyphs that tell … Continue reading Window cracked