Sorting through my closet often turns up all sort of forgotten treasures. A simple thinning-the-herd chore turned into a moment of happy sentimentality. My mother is an accomplished artist. Her medium of choice is watercolors, but she also creates lovely Pen and Ink drawings, and acrylic paintings. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I asked … Continue reading Bun in the oven
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Derelict
In a forgotten bayou, secluded and pristine, a siege of herons wade through the tannic waters, searching for niblets of mussels and succulent minnows. Keeping the choice morsels away from thieving ibis. Derelict, abandoned to the elements, the dock crumbles onto itself, hanging on by sheer force of will. Hoping to again hear the happy … Continue reading Derelict
The ruling class
She swept into the courtyard followed by her entourage of nodding sycophants. Casing her malevolent gaze over her subjects, she carefully selected her next victim. Who did she endeavor to destroy this week? Each of her ladies in waiting were specifically chosen for their beauty and prestige, as well as their inability to resist their … Continue reading The ruling class
Honeysuckle tears
Outside on the lanai, under rented white canopies, mason jars filled with sun-brewed sweet tea sit untouched on the table. Tears of condensation roll down the glass, leaving wet circles on the old linen cloth. Gran's tatted lace doilies, yellow and wilted with age, hang forlornly from the backs of the chairs. The stifling gloom … Continue reading Honeysuckle tears
Leftovers
A crockpot simmers on the kitchen counter, its lid rattling under the built up pressure of steam, filling the room with the rich aroma of apples, cinnamon and oranges. Mulled cider being the drink of choice while packing Christmas decorations to go back into the attic. Stacks of opaque plastic bins stand at attention in … Continue reading Leftovers
Holiday burn out
The tree is still up, but the lights are turned off. The scant other holiday decorations are not so much jolly as they are sad. An empty childhood Advent Calendar, abandoned and forgotten, stands rolled up in a dusty corner. Stockings were hung and filled, but just as cavalierly removed from the mantle. Boxes and … Continue reading Holiday burn out
Thin spiral notebook 