My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It seems that the older I get, the more early memories of my life simply disappear. I'll get a glimpse of an image, but for the most part, there are whole chunks of my childhood that I cannot remember. What I do recall doesn't follow any kind of pattern. There's no telling what will flashback, … Continue reading Origami cranes
My peeps and I are headed west for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with one set of Grans - the Mr’s parents - for the big Eat ‘Til You Pop Day. We have our own family dinner traditions - green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, fresh cranberry sauce, angel biscuits, turkey, and various and sundry desserts. … Continue reading Eat ’til you drop
I instinctively ducked away from the hand reaching toward me from the center of the jungle gym, and gracelessly face-planted on a t-joint of hard metal. Sitting in the dirt, I ran my tongue over my fractured front tooth, tasting the iron tang of blood where my incisors cut through my lip. I spit out … Continue reading Monkey in the middle
I have one of those faces, one of those "she-should-smile-more" faces. I've lost count of how many times I've been asked if I'm angry, when I don't realize that I've been frowning. Some of it is my extreme myopic eyesight. Squinting is a necessary by-product. Some of it is that I'm constantly thinking some deep philosophical … Continue reading Your face will freeze that way
Once upon a time there were books. Stories printed on white sheets of paper, all bound together between two hardcovers. Sometimes there were pictures to help illustrate these stories. These books were like specials friends who took me to wondrous places, introduced me to amazing characters, and fed my imagination. When I was young, I … Continue reading Reading chair
Emerald cloisonné hummingbirds, attracted by SPF 30 coconut ambrosia, lullabied their drowsy one-woman audience with white-noise thrumming. Trickles of sun-warmed sweat pooled in spandex encased cleavage, creating a briny delta commingling with icy, precipitation dripping from a tumbler of potent libation. A heady perfume of freshly cut Augustine wafted over a barely tall enough decency … Continue reading Hot summer daze
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