My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“She’s just like her mother. Got just about as much grace as a baby hippo.” For a moment, she could only stare slack-jawed at Jasper for his insensitive remark. “I can’t believe you said that.” Angela crossed her arms in defiance, keeping her voice low. “Beth is your own daughter.” A look of contempt hung … Continue reading Grace in all things
"... shiftless, thriftless, and hopeless." Her overpriced attorney continued listing what she thought were his short-comings as a father, while his ex, in a $1,000 silk suit, smiled like a Cheshire Cat. Sitting with his infomercial lawyer, wearing jeans he had since college, he was grateful the judge wouldn't allow their son in the courtroom. … Continue reading Ruthless
We sat on opposite sides of the conference table. Her attorney, his tortoise-shell reading glasses precariously perched on the tip of his nose, was reading off a list of our belongings. "Assets" he called them. We were divvying them up like little kids sorting through Halloween candy. She was keen on getting all the choice … Continue reading A little give and take
"I want you to show me why this isn't enough." They've been in the kitchen for a long time. Two cartoons worth at least. Mommy's voice had that funny little wiggle in it that meant she was about to ugly cry again. She does that a lot now. Mommy bought the pretty paper last week. … Continue reading Why isn’t this enough
Their bed once warmed by passion stands empty and cold. His chilling voice echoing through the room, ‘you are not good enough.’ Tangled in a thin blanket, she retreated to the couch, curling tightly around her heart, protecting what faint beating of life still remained. Crippled by his betrayal, she felt herself slowly slipping away. … Continue reading Superhero
Thin spiral notebook 