My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It is just a penny - a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day. Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there. Urban legend holds our dearly departed can … Continue reading Heads I win
For some inexplicable reason little kids love to smash pennies. Flatten them into hot, thin wafers embossed with images from vacation spots around the country... maybe even the world. They whine for two quarters and the shiniest, newest one-cent coin from their parents, only to mutilate them with a few cranks of a massive rolling … Continue reading Childhood relics
Thin spiral notebook 