Each year Marilyn’s father commissioned a portrait of her to be painted for his office – a large room full of walnut paneling and mahogany furniture. She figured the dark wood setting made him feel important …
A Dusty Portrait Painting
Well Before the Fairytale Ending
It was a thinking place. The old rock, smooth from years of sitting, where raindrops smacked its flat face for centuries. Speckled with minerals, stamped with lichen, and worn with age, it was a favorite spot …
Peeling the Orange
Catherine trailed her fingers on the curling edges of damp lettuce leaves. A few pieces of sandy wetness clung to her skin as she considered each bushel for freshness. It was her favorite Sunday morning tradition …