My journal of big words and pretty pictures
"She needs more paper and colored pencils." Two men stood behind a large window, observing a young woman in the adjacent room. Bent closely over a pile of white pages covered in detailed drawings, she meticulously added lines to her images. A supply of pencils was scattered haphazardly across the table. A closer look showed … Continue reading A tangerine sky
She sits across the table from me, stirring a small teaspoon of artificial sweetener in her orange pekoe. I squeeze a dollop of agave nectar into my red rooibos, letting it melt into the hot liquid. We savor the heady aroma of our brews, silent but still communicating in a way only a parent and … Continue reading Tea and dissidence
Gleaming in the moonlight, the unblemished sand is the perfect slate for my vitriolic complaints. A storm-torn quill, plucked from the befouled backside of a garbage-eating gull, is my mighty sword. Digging deep into the sand, I gouge out a litney of aspersions towards those who perpetrated wrongs against me. Listing them in their entirety, … Continue reading Sand script
"The rain last night was bad as I've ever seen it." Clifford tapped his pipe on the counter, dislodging a wad of ash and dottle on the floor. Scooting it under the cabinet ledge with the toe of his boot, he knew Roberta would give him hell about it later when she swept up. "It … Continue reading Lost in the mist
She was larger than life. A goddess of courage and virtue, intellect and strength. In the eyes of my mother, her martyred baby sister could do no wrong. I grew up living with her name, and failing in my attempts to live up to her legacy. My bedtime stories were tales of her adventures, my … Continue reading Legend
She was going home. College and grown-up life had kept her away for more than seven years. She called her parents every Sunday, and stayed in contact with a few high school friends who never moved away, but it wasn't the same. She missed the late nights cruising main street with her girls, Friday home … Continue reading Hometown girl
Thin spiral notebook 