My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A youth spent enduring overnight snipe hunts at Fireside Scout Wilderness Camp prepared Tansy for competitive cross-country orienteering. When the opportunity presented to join the Braverman team traversing Moody Woods for regional finals, Tansy jumped at it. A broken ankle sidelined veteran team member Monica Brunelle, forcing her to drop out three weeks before the competition. … Continue reading Moody Woods
Charlotte would be happy to see the lilies blooming. White was always her favorite color for flowers. She would say they were the purist form of beauty. Rising from the earth, or the depths of black waters, their ivory petals unfolded unblemished and unsullied. She would see them as a sign that her sinful ways … Continue reading Lily pond
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding." ~ Kahil Gibran We’ve all heard that old saying, “what does not kill me, makes me stronger.” I do believe that. So much so that I had it permanently inked on my body. Still, there are days when I want to find the … Continue reading Cracked
The bonfire had burnt out. Initially, green palm fronds produced adequate smoke, but did little to keep the blaze burning. All dry driftwood they found was exhausted early, along with the hopes of the marooned travelers. Frank was the first one voted off the island. After his umpteenth rendition of the Gilligan’s Island theme song, … Continue reading Out of the frying pan
The brilliant wash of sunlight was deceptive. Hidden amidst the plush greenery and warm morning glow was the entrance to a subterranean bunker. The padlocked gate, and the rusted and vine-covered, chain-linked fence surrounding the lot, were proof the property was long abandoned. From the front of the lot, where the fence ran parallel to … Continue reading Conservatory conspiracy
Thin spiral notebook 