My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Dr. Zeiss was outside to greet me when I arrived at Bayside Pavilion. He held the door as he welcomed me inside. His affable manner caused no concern for Gram's well-being. There must be some fiscal project he wanted my help with, perhaps a bright and sunny atrium, named in Gram's honor, of course. It … Continue reading The Rising
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
Thin spiral notebook 