My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a […]
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The Harbor used to be a safe place to visit, now it’s getting overrun with grudges. Everywhere you turn there’s a grudge – big, small, young, old. Their gullets wide and deep enough to swallow all those hurt feelings and anger. Can’t walk ten steps without tripping over a grudge. That one over there? That’s […]
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She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea. Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this […]
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One of the fun aspects of the Internet, is that we can make instant connections with people, not just down the street, but across the state, the country, the ocean. I can chat with my cousins in California or Oklahoma, or trade quips with a friend in Indianapolis… across four time zones. It can be […]
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Dearest G, I know it’s been a while since my last visit. Honestly, I didn’t intend to stay away so long. I could make the usual excuses, but you’d see through that, and I won’t insult your omniscience. It sounds cliché, but it really wasn’t about you, it was me. It seems that whenever I […]
Read MoreNever does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury ~ Edwin Hubbel Chapin I forgave someone this past weekend for something that happened a very long time ago. All these years I thought I had made it clear that I longer harbored bad feelings, but […]
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