My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I tend to bruise easily. As in, brush up against a table - bruise. Barked a shin on the padded ottoman - bruise. Rattle my head on a low hanging shelf in the laundry room that your husband rounded the corners on so you wouldn’t put an eye out - bruise. I also have a … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Forgetful
“You’ll never find it,” Bobbi said, kicking at dry leaves blowing against her feet. “He left a gift,” Jules said, her hand shading her eyes from the sun. “so he also left a way to find it.” Bobbi and Jules stood at the corner of a vast meadow, a small grove of elms and oak … Continue reading A standout
The sign hanging outside the seamstress’ shop creaked as it slowly swayed above the store entrance. Flakes of sun-bleached paint fell with each swing peppering the sidewalk dull green and yellow. If passers-by peered through the storefront’s milky, open-backed windows, they would see stripped dress forms lined up like a phalanx of linen and papier-mâché … Continue reading Open call
I try to avoid walking down that side of the street, though sometimes I can’t escape it. Whenever I go past the abandoned lot hidden behind pealing paint and rusty nails, I get that feeling that someone is watching me. Like, If I turned around suddenly I’d see a wild-eyed face pressed against the weathered … Continue reading Watching, waiting
Back at the end of May, I mentioned this year’s pending Hurricane season, and until just a couple of weeks ago, storms had been fairly mundane. That was until Hurricane Harvey came into the Gulf of Mexico and devastated Texas. The coastal cities affected will be recovering from the wind damage and catastrophic flooding for … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Waiting
A woman’s workday is never done From first light to close of day, one continuous sweeping blur Spinnin’ ‘round the living room, cuttin’ a rug There’s no parking on the dance floor From daybreak to nightfall, a continuous scrubbing blur Windows, silverware, porcelain tile, every surface shines There’s no parking on the kitchen floor Turn … Continue reading Day is never done
Thin spiral notebook 