My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“You’re just an attention whore!” He said, sputtering with self-righteous rage. “Always on that Instabook or Facegram, tweaking.” An almost indiscernible shake of her head was underlined with an audible eye-roll and exasperated huff. “How is that any concern of yours,” she said, lifting one eyebrow quizzically. “You have no real relationships, just imaginary friends … Continue reading Sibling harmony
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale I looked around the sunny, and welcoming atrium, and thought I’d like to live at Shady Grove one day. I would enjoy the peace and quiet. Forget placing my mother there, she would try to redecorate the comfortable room into another velvet-lined parlor. Marshall paced while I admired … Continue reading Shining a light into the dark
I wanted wings To fly away from the loud voices and angry fists I wanted roots To feel like I was important, cherished I wanted wings To take that plunge out of the nest I wanted roots To know that I could survive on my own I wanted wings To feel the thrill of falling … Continue reading Roots and wings
The story so far... "Old Wives' Tale" “Every day I feel like I’m dying inside just a little,” Amelia said. She and Lester sat at a decorous distance from each other on the Carson’s front porch. James and Olivia Carson, Amelia’s employers and surrogate parents, sat at the opposite side of the porch acting as … Continue reading A no-fault state
She used to make fun of her dad whenever he’d take their family down all those back country roads during summer vacations. Shunning the heavily trafficked interstates, he would say that the old roads had character, that they were a time capsule of a quieter, slower time. Along the way he would point out various … Continue reading Hey, baby
Rose could hear the searchers calling her name as they hunted the woods for any signs of her. The voices were moving away from the lake shore. Perhaps they feared finding her bloated body floating facedown in the water. Instead, they seemed to be moving back up the hill toward the house. She imagined them … Continue reading Home free
Thin spiral notebook 