My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More from the Dinner Party… “Her mother and father were frighteningly zealous in their dysfunctional child rearing.” Jasper reported back to his employer on his reconnoiter of their newest wish recipient, Ada Mercer, who asked to meet Santa. “So the fulfillment of her wish is to convince her that the Jolly ol’ Elf is fictitious?”…
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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. If I was hosting a typical feast, I would have already prepped most of the dishes I would serve. I would bake the ham and start brining the turkey. Pies would be in the oven and rolls waiting in the fridge (I’m still baking an apple pie, but…
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I was out shopping over the weekend and kept crossing paths with this one family – two kids, mom and dad, and grandma. The boy, maybe 10 or 11, had the most stunning, electric blue hair that I’ve ever seen. Grandma had unicorn hair – teal, purple, blue, pink, yellow. I was envious. Last time…
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My daughter called me last week in a fine fury. She wanted to vent about an encounter she had with someone who works in the same building where her office is located. I won’t go into detail, but the crux of the conversation was that he deigned to “mansplain” something to her, something that 1)…
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Huge tangles of black and orange hung in the trees, quivering with anticipation. Each butterfly’s beat of rice-paper thin mosaic wings, stirred the air, wafting perfume from it flowery perch. Mesmerized, Jorja sat beneath a kaleidoscope of butterflies, watching as a single monarch flitted from the rabble to settle on another swarm. Her mother, Laurie,…
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A small, subdued group of people gathered around the hospital bed watching the still patient. The rhythmic beating his heart was a regular beep synchronized with the whoosh of his respirator. His visitors hoped for the telltale flicker of an eyelid to tell them he was awake. Alan Poole was coming out of a 15-year…
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