My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Found, one toddler’s shoe Lost one hot summer day 'Twixt morning and Someday Avenue Little ones should be free, tis true To run and romp happily along the way Found, one toddler’s shoe Banged up knees and bird’s-nest hairdo Mommy lunch dates at Mudpie Cafe 'Twixt morning and Someday Avenue Pushing boundaries and a broken … Continue reading Someday Avenue
The invitation was penned in elegant calligraphy on fine, handmade cotton rag paper, and sealed with a dark crimson, wax stamp embossed with an intricate Cappas family crest. It was hand-delivered on a sunny, Monday morning, by the family retainer. “Who was that?” Belinda Danner called out to her daughter. Gillian turned the envelope over … Continue reading Meeting the neighbors
I can’t fly, nor read minds. I can’t render myself invisible nor do I have extraordinary strength. I do, however; have a unique superpower. I can find all the lost things. If something is un-find-able, come to me. It can be a specific tool (menfolk territory), a book, or article of clothing that was never … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Lost
She leaned against the weathered windowsill, her hands cupped around her eyes to shield them from the sun. Peering into the one-room cabin, she saw a table bathed in sunlight streaming through the rippled blown-glass panes. The room was just as Elmer described it in his last journal entry, dated 1912. A checkerboard was set … Continue reading King me
Been doing this bullet journal thing for about six months now, and am actually surprised I’ve kept up with it this long. I’ve tried journaling before and I was woefully inattentive to it, this just clicked with me. It’s gone through many variations, morphing from single page - single day, to a weekly double-page layout, … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Diary
Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked - nothing but muscle and bone - probably screaming too. There would definitely be screaming, and proverbial gnashing of teeth and beating of the breast. Of course, that would get messy without skin to contain the gore, then she’d … Continue reading Social call
Thin spiral notebook 