My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He should come with a warning sign. As a necessary providence, there should be a barrier of yellow caution tape cordoning off access from unwitting females so they can’t get too close. His charisma is a malignant contagion, casing a pall of invisibility over everyone around him. His endless need for attention an all consuming … Continue reading Proceed with caution
Coursing through my veins, a pulse that throbs to the point of pain, is this need to purge the words inside my head. Lit from within, they boil and churn, sometimes in a coherent rhythm, sometimes in a vortex of confusion and madness. Unbidden, they emerge as fully formed creatures, with backstories and foreshadows. They … Continue reading Backstories and foreshadows
He hated calling her, but his captain liked the good press she brought the department when solving difficult cases. He couldn’t deny she got results, but it confounded him how she did it. He was follow-the-rules analytical, black and white, right and wrong. She went into the in-between, walked in the creases where light was … Continue reading She’s got the touch
Took a short trip to Atlanta this weekend with my menfolk, and stopped at the High Museum of Art to visit its Dream Cars exhibit. More than two dozen concept cars, dating from 1934 to 2010, were on display. Here are a few of my favorites. (The exhibit has been extended through Sept. 14.) (Photos … Continue reading Dream Cars
Beneath the oak tree was the perfect spot to watch his apartment. Under the leaf-thick branches, looking down from the third floor, she was hidden from view. The coffee cup in her hands wasn’t for the caffeine, it was only a prop in case someone walked up, and questioned why she was there.Their affair ended … Continue reading Third floor apartment
I had a moment in Target earlier this week. I feared having a total meltdown in the fitting room while trying on jeans. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve driven home in tears after clothes shopping. For women of a certain size, it can be an exercise in futility, and humiliation. Damn you, … Continue reading Breakin’ the Law
Thin spiral notebook 