My journal of big words and pretty pictures
As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint. My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still … Continue reading Mama, she’s crazy
When I was a teenager, my mother sewed my prom dress from a pattern I picked out, using mauve floral material I approved - think Holly Hobbie meets Laura Ingalls Wilder. At the time I loved the dress, but it was truly hideous. It seemed appropriate at the time, since my date looked like Grizzly Adams. … Continue reading Wash, rinse, repeat
“Do you hear that?” She tilted her head, trying to make out the sound. “Hear what?” He blew over the top of his coffee cup, trying to cool the scalding liquid. “It sounds like singing.” She swiveled in her chair, seeking out where the music was emanating. Annie and Pete sat outside their usual kaffeeklatsch sipping … Continue reading Sound rises
“We have determined the radiant point of the Anguseid meteor shower.” Dr. Bayer’s announcement was drowned out by the cheers of the other observatory astronomers, save for Ish Echlin, who sat away from the crowd watching a recording of the moment of discovery on continuous loop. Ish was convinced they were missing something crucial. With … Continue reading Deep space
The story so far... King Rája languished in a hammock lashed between two stanchions buried deep into the sand. Attendants held fans over the royal, shielding him and his wizard from the harsh coastal sun. The necromancer was divining signs in the bloody bones of a sacrificial goat. “The portents are pointing to your reign … Continue reading As the spirits move you
The heavy rains had finally subsided, but the run off left deep pools of muddy water in rutted furrows at the edges of the battleground. As the sun reached its zenith, steam rose from the heated puddles, and tiny mounds of dirt popped up in random intervals. Miniature land mines, on the verge of exploding … Continue reading Beware the warts of March
Thin spiral notebook 