My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Phoebe helped the squirming Nash out of his car seat. Without looking back the boy ran towards the playground and his father. Trey’s fiancée, Coral, was standing beside him, her periwinkle blue eyeshadow flashing like neon. A sour lump formed in Phoebe’s throat. She knew this day was coming, but didn’t expect to feel so … Continue reading Phoebe
“Will you be home for dinner?” There was an edge to her voice, no matter how nonchalant Erica tried to sound. “If you have to work late again, I won’t bother cooking.” She had her back to him, so missed Jerry’s eye roll but clearly heard his put-upon sigh. “I’m not sure,” he said, picking … Continue reading Frenemy
Days of anticipation carried him through the chaos surrounding his daughter’s pending wedding. As much as any little girl imagines a fairytale ceremony, fathers dream of walking their daughters down the aisle. When he and her mother divorced, she was only a child. He went from spending each morning of every day with her, to … Continue reading Father of the bride
I am the product of a mixed-marriage. My mother is a southern belle and my father is a damn Yankee. Dad drinks Michelob out of a bottle, and my mother sips sweet tea from a mason jar. She says, "God bless you," and he says, "Gawd dammit!" Unfortunately for them, their romance didn't take the … Continue reading Straddling the Mason/Dixon line
The house looks smaller than I remembered. I can see tarpaper under some of the broken roofing tiles. The driveway's crumbling shoulders and huge cracks running through the asphalt are big enough to swallow the yellow Corvair my dad once parked under the carport. Dingy, colorless vinyl siding covers the original stone façade. Looking around … Continue reading Memories for sale
A trip to the Big Easy was my consolation prize. An extravagant time-out to escape all my recent drama in a totally decadent way. I pawned my wedding ring to pay for the trip with no plans to ever redeem the ticket. Stumbling drunk through the shop’s green, shutter doors, I wasn’t sure what to … Continue reading Consolation prize
Thin spiral notebook 