My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I wanted to put as many miles behind me as I could. When I kept driving over the shoulder rumble strips I knew I had to stop. The sun was just cresting the horizon. After finding the only open spot in the crowded parking lot, I shuffled into the hotel lobby. If I was more … Continue reading Rumble strips
He has an unpretentious regal presence, an unwavering posture and unflappable demeanor. There has never been anything casual about him. From his carefully coiffed hair, to his customer-tailored coats, to his powder grey leather shoes, he is the epitome of elegance and grace. His brethren, a close-knit, but secretive coterie of like-minded gentlemen, are a … Continue reading Gentlemen’s club
It was a time-honored rite of passage. The Shapiro men all had their first drink together at the Xavier Club. A snifter of fine, aged brandy to commemorate 21st birthdays and the official beginning of adulthood. This night Trey, Harold Matthew Shapiro III, was being feted. His grandfather and father raised their glasses for the … Continue reading Cheers
On this final day of November, I am done... 30 days, 30 posts. (Actually, there were 32 posts but I don't get extra credit for those.) Checking back over the past several months, I noticed that I routinely write around 27-28 posts each month. This whole Post A Day thing should have been easy, peasy. … Continue reading November done… drops mic
A glimpse of azure and ecru A scent of salt and sea air The pull of the ocean A siren’s call luring A reluctant sailor to adventures Beyond the horizon Conquer the white whale Defeat the Kraken Brave the rocky straits This wandering spirit Is content on the sand Basking in the glory of summer … Continue reading Contentment
The shrill bleating of the smoke detector woke me from a deliciously salacious dream. Of course, as my syrup-thick brain swam up through a deep sleep, I didn’t immediately realize the sound was a fire alarm, and not the enthusiastic cries of my REM lover. My husband didn't believed that my nocturnal ecstasy was purely … Continue reading Dream lover
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