My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Did you decide what you wanted to do for your birthday, Mom?” Haley was curled up in a recliner in the living room, eating a bowl of cereal. Her mother, Debbie, was folding clothes, stacking neat piles along the back of the couch. “Having all of you together for dinner would be great,” Debbie said, … Continue reading Happy birthday baby sister
“It’s tradition.” “I know.” This was an overdue talk, but one I still didn’t want to have. “All I’m saying is maybe you could change it up a bit.” “Your grandmother passed it to me, and her mother passed it to her.” My mother refused to look at me, instead she focused on folding the … Continue reading Holiday tradition
Standing at the mouth of the cave, rays of the morning sun shining over my shoulder barely reach into the gaping abyss. A black so deep no light penetrates the confines of rock and mystery. My stomach churns with frenzied butterflies at the thought of delving into the unknown. I call out a string of … Continue reading Spelunking
Darrell sat on the ground cursing and rubbing his thigh. He ripped his jeans climbing over the hurricane fence, leaving a jagged cut down one leg. Stumbling to his feet, he took off running again. Dogs leapt at the barricade, snarling and barking at their escaped quarry. Darrell didn’t stop running until the dogs stopped … Continue reading Beauty is only skin deep
It isn’t for purely aesthetic reasons that cold iron is used to adorn funeral plots. Red as rust, blood has the taste and tang of hematite, the life force of earth. Scrolls of wrought iron circle family plots, and are forged into intricate gates and mausoleum entries. Folklore spins tales of iron crosses, and fleur-de-lis being … Continue reading From little acorns
It was actually happening. After all those years of joking about it, Mister finally agreed. I’m not sure if I wore him down, or convinced him it was a good idea. We sold off everything, bought an RV and made plans to travel the U.S. The yard sale was his idea. His way of needling me, … Continue reading Yard sale
Thin spiral notebook 