My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Over the last few days, Mr. has been sorting through our many, old photo albums looking for past snaps of our kids in their Halloween costumes. While he had the photos out, I found a shot of the two of us at his graduation, a photo that to this day, is one of my favorites. … Continue reading Harlot
His expression told me I had shocked him, and I was grateful my response to his assault was visible to most of our guests. Grateful too that I had decided on acrylic nails, these were going to leave a mark. Seeing I was unharmed, my beloved whispered, ‘they’re waiting for us to cut the cake.’ … Continue reading Mrs. Manners
We never spoke of his father, and it felt disrespectful to ask anyone else. I assumed he was dead. After the ceremony, standing next to my new husband in the receiving line, I knew before I saw him that something was wrong. I got that weird sensation that someone was watching me, then everything went … Continue reading Never assume
Thin spiral notebook 