My journal of big words and pretty pictures
We all know what spam is… and not the gelatinous lump of canned processed meat food. Rather those annoying, sometimes humorous, sometimes disturbing, sometimes vulgar emails or blog/social media comments we receive on the regular. Most of my email spam comes to my Yahoo account, and I don’t usually see them unless I’m doing a … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Words
The family was gathered for holiday dinner. Being the youngest adult, I still got relegated to the kid’s table where the conversation was a scurrilous attack on Debbie Bishop who had brazenly flirted with cousin Pooky’s tenth-grade boyfriend. The level of vitriol spewing from these high school Mean Girls rivaled the juiciest TMZ scandelmongering. Talk at the … Continue reading Not so silent night
Tomorrow, Thanksgiving is celebrated in the U.S. I’ve been cooking for the past couple of days. The menu includes the standard fare: turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole (with crispy onions), gravy, homemade rolls, cranberry sauce, and two kinds of pie - pecan and apple. I’ll brew a pitcher of sweet iced tea and … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Dinner
The launch rocket sat waiting on the tarmac, massive in size, red rust falling from its skin like snow, steam surging out of its engines - the countdown stopped at Four Minutes. A rapid-fire exchange of orders and counter-orders crackled over the radio in the ship’s cockpit. The crew, suited and strapped into their pods, … Continue reading Goodbye blue skies
Marti meandered through the pumpkin patch tapping each gourd with her Pretty Princess fairy wand made with purple, metallic star garland; silver tulle; and sparkly, multi-colored rhinestones. With each thud, she sang out, “bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.” It was hidden in the pile somewhere, she just knew it. All she had to do was find the right pumpkin, … Continue reading Dream car
She danced around the atelier, turning her head to her shoulder so she could watched herself in the mirrors as she twirled and pirouetted. Her arms stretched out to her sides, curved as if holding onto a dance partner, she softly hummed along with the violins in Brahms’ waltz. Head up, shoulders relaxed, posture held … Continue reading May I have this dance
Thin spiral notebook 