My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Jack played an endless game of musical chairs with his career choices. One day he wanted to be a charter boat captain, the next a clown. Living by the marina got him near boats, and living in Sarasota gave him an in at the Ringling Bros. Clown College, so either was a viable option. The … Continue reading Career planning
Ponder Lake was deeper than it looked. The dive raft anchor was attached to the end of a mussel crusted chain so long it was lost in the murky depths. On a dare, I once tried to reach the bottom, inching down link by link until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I shot … Continue reading Swim at your own risk
Thin, towering hardwoods, heavy Spanish moss draping the canopy, and thorny vines woven between the limbs and trunks, acted as a curtain, shrouding the glade where the old house sat. Trudging down what was once the driveway, but now was thick with tall grass, Vance searched for anything familiar and failing miserably. He whistled a … Continue reading Swept away
One of the only good perks of insomnia is that your overactive brain sometimes reminds you of things you should never forget. Up at the Butt Crack o’ dawn, I was watching TV when a trailer for the new movie, “Hidden Figures,” aired. The movie is about three black female mathematicians who played a significant … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Justice
Whirling ’til I puke Leaping from a sky-high swing Blistering park slides
There wasn’t enough space in the garage for the old waiting room chairs, so Eugene left them out front, the bucket seats filling up with dirty rainwater that poured off the tarpaper roof. He remembered always sitting in a yellow chair while he waited at Dr. Wilford's for one of his therapy sessions. After Dr. … Continue reading Every other Thursday
Thin spiral notebook 