My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Yesterday, June 14, was my 30th wedding anniversary. Our wedding was held the day after my husband graduated college, and about a week before we moved three hours away from family and friends. The event was the culmination of one blind date and three years of courting - two years of which were long-distance - before … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Forever
“Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.” ~ Henry David Thoreau During the day, I say, “no regrets, my mistakes helped make me who I am.” Then, at night, I … Continue reading Make the most of your regrets
Goodwood Duxford tales… Sparks bloomed where his incendiary words dropped to the ground, erupting in tiny bursts of orange, red, and gold, searing a path through the tall grass. Heat trailed after him, a tsunami of shimmering wildfire in his wake. Harlan Beaumont’s nefarious nature, a residual natal nuance, was a family trait that had … Continue reading Down in flames
She always wore cherry lipstick. A fixture at the Blue Orchid’s karaoke night, Val always sang the same three songs, screeching classical garbage off-key at a volume that made a mic redundant. She'd clutch the microphone in her hands, white knuckled, and plant her lips on the mesh windscreen, leaving behind red smears of greasy wax embedded … Continue reading Cherry lipstick
On his days off from work, sometimes my son will join me when I run errands. I think he likes me to chauffeur him around town and he usually gets a free lunch out of it. My reward for his company is that I get to enjoy listening to his choice in music. When he … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Song
Fog crept up from the bottom of the gorge, filling the chasm with a thick, muffling cloud. “It’s kind of beautiful,” Rosslyn said. Milo pursed his lips, holding in his retort. “Ethereal really,” Rosslyn said ignoring Milo’s condescending smirk. “The quiet is serene, like being in a dream.” Without turning his body, Milo cocked his head toward her, … Continue reading Peace and quiet
Thin spiral notebook 