My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Murial was the wild one - sneaking out of the house at night, smoking and drinking, even riding in cars… with boys. Still she was their favorite. Mother made excuses for her, and Father paid to keep her out of trouble and her troubles out of the newspaper. I tried to be the good sister … Continue reading The good sister
The last item to go onto the pile was the mop she used to clean the kitchen floor. With more vehemence than necessary, she shoved the tines of the For Sale sign in the ground beside the debris. “Still not going to tell him before you leave?“ Aileen had refused to help her sister, Maureen, … Continue reading Gone by sunset
“You know I’m right,” Libby said, speaking more to her glass of wine than the woman sitting across from her. “As much as I hate to be.” Meredith, her jaws clenched, wanted to argue with her friend, but couldn’t. The two women had been through a lot together. Classmates and best friends since middle school, … Continue reading Sister friend
Three sisters, coy and genteel, stand demurely in a receiving line. Suitors inspect their potential wifely attributes, mouths watering over their vestal virtues. The siblings, hiding coquettish smiles, snicker at the peacock dance.
"Do you need help with your hair," my best friend, Fanny was almost as nervous about this first date as I was. "Oh, thank you!," I gave up fighting my mane of unruly curls. "I can't seem to do anything with it." I sat at her vanity mirror, watching as she deftly piled my hair … Continue reading Third time’s the charm
Empty chairs at school assemblies, no scrawled ‘love Daddy’ on unsent birthday cards. Carrie was used to it, but Cam was too young to remember him. He couldn’t miss what he never had. She’d always been there for him. Reading bedtime stories, conquering bullies and the bogieman. That’s what big sisters do. Mom was useless … Continue reading A walk to remember
Thin spiral notebook 