My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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)…
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,…
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…
I enjoying cooking for my family, but don’t always make a full dinner. What with the menfolk having such diverse work schedules, many nights there isn’t a full contingency for a meal. When they are both home, I try to prepare something homemade. Whenever I try a new recipe, I always ask later if it’s good…
I got a new book this week, a retelling of Norse Mythology written by Neil Gaiman. Aside from Gaiman being one of my favorite writers, I also have an affinity for the subject matter. Back in the day, back in the dark ages before the internet and Google, my grandfather researched our family tree, tracing…
