My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It’s not the same when he writes me love notes, the words don’t have that southern accent I swoon over. The sound of his voice, a warm hug on a cold night, can’t be captured in the curve of his o’s or the angles of his l’s. His touch, tender as a summer breeze, caressed [...]
It was raining outside. The cold sort of rain that seeps into your bones, and muddles your mind. It wasn’t a warm spring rain that feels like a soft caress, its earthy sweet petrichor lingering on the breeze. This rain was a claw hammer pounding against the house, threatening to shatter windows and doors, and [...]
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." ~ Louisa May Alcott “Books are so banal and she doesn’t even use an e-reader,” Soleil said checking her Snapchat feed. "Seriously,” Esmé nodded, transposing their exchange into a Facebook status. “She could catch the movie on Netflix.” “I heard printing all that [...]
“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed. “Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.” “We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?” Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys [...]
Everyone has a story living inside them, few have the moxie to tell it. Albert’s story was one of hubris and excess. He once had everything, now he lived under a bridge, his only source of income written in scrawled script on a torn piece of cardboard. When asked what brought him to such a [...]
You know that weird tickle on the back of your neck when you feel like someone is watching you? The feeling that intensifies if you do something klutzy, like tripping over the crack in a sidewalk. It’s been one of those days when nothing seems to go right. I can’t shake my accident-prone awkwardness. Maybe [...]
Springing from ashes Sun-scorched bones of harsh years past Stronger, wiser, new
