My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The house smelled of old age and senility. Each room was crammed full of tables and chiffonier, sideboards and china cabinets; chairs, ottomans, and sofas of all sorts. No surface was bare, no cabinet empty, no nook unoccupied. In an earlier time, the resident would risk being labeled a hoarder. The house was a warren … Continue reading Act accordion-ly
The bridal party settled at the head table, while the rest of the wedding guests filled in the other seats around the reception hall. Servers brought out dinner plates and poured goblets of wine and water. As the empty dishes were removed, attendants rose to give their speeches toasting the newlyweds, my cousin Denise and … Continue reading Key to my heart
Thin spiral notebook 