My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The merry-go-round turned in unsteady circles. Time and weather dulled the once brightly painted framework. Years of little feet racing around the spinning platform had created a dusty moat, wearing away the foundation and making the whole contraption treacherous. It was perfect. I was taken back to my childhood. Warm summer days spent outside until … Continue reading Playground time warp
I rescue turtles. To dodge wandering terrapins, I will skid to a stop on the side of the road, often with little to no warning for any motorists behind me. I can only hope these same motorists won’t run over me or the shelled reptile I’m attempting to save. Lately though, on my morning walks, … Continue reading Turtle rescues
Legend says, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream." Belle lays in bed watching the blade of her ceiling fan make lazy circles. Tearing her eyes away from the hypnotic circling, Belle dares to look at her clock. Dim neon green numbers taunt her with 3:34. Despite her … Continue reading In your dreams
Folklore holds that a swallow nesting on your roof is lucky. If it flies into your house, it’s even more fortunate. I hope that’s true. I watch the chittering birds bringing twigs and dreck into the garden, piecing together their roosts. Hurricane season is near, and they must be settled before the storms come. Concrete … Continue reading Lucky swallows
"You pays your money and you takes your choice!" The carnival barker called out to festival goers, trying to entice them to play games of chance. He knew, and they knew, that there was no winning. All contests were rigged in favor of the Blackwell Bros. Mystery Circus. Still they came, laying down their hard-earned … Continue reading Fortune teller
Iona watched her sister-in-law, Tess, through the kitchen window as she brewed their tea. The other woman was on the screened-in porch, wrapped in a quilt and reading a book. It was cold enough this late in October, that occasionally Tess’ breath rose in tiny white puffs. The two had spent the past two days … Continue reading Sisters-in-law
Thin spiral notebook 