My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I keep a box of sterile, disposable gloves in my kitchen. I hate handling raw meat, or smelly stuff (read: onions and the Stilton blue cheese I get for my son.) I wear gloves, a lot - easy on, easy off. Because I use so many of them, I have to replace them on the [...]
One of the only good perks of insomnia is that your overactive brain sometimes reminds you of things you should never forget. Up at the Butt Crack o’ dawn, I was watching TV when a trailer for the new movie, “Hidden Figures,” aired. The movie is about three black female mathematicians who played a significant [...]
Amusement park view Above the maddening crowd Unprejudiced truth If we can rise above the fray, shutting out what the world’s carnival barkers are screaming at us about what we should think, or do, or believe, then we can think clearly, and come to our own conclusions about how to live our lives and let [...]
A dusky figure cuts through the roiling waves, smooth and soundless as an assassin’s blade. White peaks swell, cresting sharp and jagged, an ocean of broken shards of smoky glass. Beneath the maelstrom, ancient creatures lurk, patrolling the still, dark waters for obliging prey. The smell of fear is sweet, seducing the monster onward. Death, [...]
