My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When I agreed to meet him, it was with the precondition that I consume a tranquilizing amount of aperitif. My third watermelon lemonade mojito arrived with him. His disapproval was as sour as my drink, and I didn’t care. As he slowly sat down, I couldn’t help but notice his receding hairline and substantial paunch. I … Continue reading Happy hour
I’ll have you know that I have an associate degree in Early Childhood Development, and have babysat for my many nieces and nephews since I was 14. I have two cats and a goldfish at home, and they all behave superbly. That sort of acting out is from not having any boundaries at home, or … Continue reading Unsolicited advice
I must have dozed off, because when the shadow fell across my face it startled me. I still don’t know how I got up so fast from the chaise without losing my top. A vaguely familiar, and incredibly good-looking man, dressed in delivery blue, was courteous enough to turn away while I struggled to tie … Continue reading A laughing matter
Floating free, the tenuous threads that keep us bound to the earth, loosed from the hands of loved ones, follow just out of reach. As our brightly colored effigies are caught in warm thermals, drifting away on gentle breezes, we cling to our past, reluctant to give up so easily. Our ties to the living … Continue reading Floating free
I feel faded... ...and comfortable, like an old, worn pair of jeans. Knees thin from traipsing through the woods, and crabbing across the beach with my children. My pockets filled with blissful memories - smooth river rocks, pieces of polished driftwood, and pearlescent seashells. I feel like I’ve finally grown into my skin, and it’s fitting in … Continue reading Forever in blue jeans
The two siblings sat at the low kids’ table. Scrap paper was scattered across the surface, along with little piles of crayons spilt from several tattered boxes. None of the colors were whole. Paper was torn off to expose broken tips. Older than his sister by two years, the six-year-old boy was meticulously drawing a … Continue reading Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
Thin spiral notebook 