Jottings from Jennifer

Hi. You over there, and me over here with my coffee turning cold. Can I lean in and whisper a few things that I'm excited to tell you?...

Wind chimes jangle a constant song, and the maple trees whoosh long loud sighs of summer. Twenty-one year old Morgan contemplates virtual ...

They careened up in two black vans. Car doors popped open and shut, and they emerged with masks and glittering gold balloons. And it w...

The woman in front of us had coughed and squirmed, her face red as she tried to hold in quiet wheezes. Poor lady. I had wanted to tap her sh...

Buried high inside a wooden cupboard, we find it. "Alley" by Carl Campbell, Creative Commons cc license   A dusty car...

In noisy bustling houses, we've poured more coffee and settled in close. Photo Credit: Ell Brown, Creative Commons cc license I...

Dear John MacArthur, You chose wrongly, my brother. Your Two-Word answer should have been, "A sister." Photo credit to Grac...