My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The plans for the upcoming Thanksgiving weekend include climbing into the dark abyss that is our attic, halogen lamp in hand, topography map at the ready, GPS coordinates memorized, all to successfully locate and transport our Christmas decorations into the living room. It will be a family event. The Boy, our Girl, the Mister and … Continue reading Holidays past
Dear Friends, Once again my daughter is participating in the Out of the Darkness Walks for The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. This year, our local the event is on Nov. 14. She is hoping to raise a minimum of $200. Any help you can offer will be very much appreciated. You can donate through … Continue reading Out of the Darkness
More of Andrew's story... Drew kicked off his Italian loafers and fell backwards onto the bed. Two empty bottles of Smirnoff from the hotel’s mini bar lay on the pillow beside his head; on the night table, a small pad of letterhead paper and a throw-away pen. A short, succinct message scribbled on the pad … Continue reading Room service
More of Andrew's story... A scruffy grocery delivery man loitered in the hallway, teetering on the brink of passing out at any moment into a drug-induced euphoria. “You are far too good at your job, stop it,” Roni said when she answered the door. “You’re creeping me out.” Mayfield morphed before her eyes. The disheveled … Continue reading Shell of a man
More of Andrew’s story… Unlike her first meeting with Madam Weronika, this time Nori met the self-professed psychic at a local coffee shop. Neutral ground after their last session at Nori’s sister’s kitchen. “Call me Roni,” she said, standing up to shake Nori’s hand. Settling in with her cup, and bag of teenage mementos Weronika asked … Continue reading Mind games
More of Andrew's story... The second stage of grief is anger, and that is where Andrew lingered, unable to work his way toward acceptance. Having lost the two people he loved most in a heinous, and still unsolved, murder, Andrew depended on that anger to get him through his day, subsisting on the emotion as much as … Continue reading Second stage of grief
Thin spiral notebook 