My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I joined in a meme the other day that asked what book was a best seller the year you were born. For me, that was 1962. J.D. Salinger’s “Franny and Zooey,” and Katherine Anne Porter’s “Ship of Fools,” were bestsellers, but only Porter’s novel was published that year. Got me to thinking... what other books … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Books
I take a lot of photos. If you’ve hung out here long enough, you might remember when I posted pix from a weekly photo hike… I do miss those. I need to start them up again. Usually, I use my Nikon DSLR when shooting, but sometimes, I just pull out my iPhone and snap something … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Memories
She boasted that she never in her life put gasoline into her own car. When her Lexus’ gas gauge edged toward E, she would call her husband at work and in her most vulnerable voice cajole him into leaving his office to come home because she was stranded. Her long-suffering spouse would come home uncomplaining … Continue reading Too good
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Homicide Det. Sean Webster and June Chapel, social worker and advocate for Paisley Fleming, sat in a police interview room comparing notes in the investigation into the murder of Selene and Todd, Paisley’s parents. The couple, found dead in their hotel room, had been poisoned. Their daughter was a material … Continue reading Stone cold killer
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and … Continue reading You don’t know, what you don’t know
The boys were a grappling tangle of spindly arms and legs. Fingers snatched handfuls of hair and teeth gnashed down on tender skin. When a coffee table got kicked over, the crash of glass and wood brought down the wrath of the Grand Dam. “What’s this kerfuffle?” Grandma O’Reilly stomped into the room, pulling the wrestling … Continue reading They are my monkeys
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