Busy momma, trying to find time to get my thoughts written out during these crazy days!
After washing up on the island, I was at first comforted by the friendliness of the woman who came to help me. My sailboat had been damaged in the squall that had sent me off course but I was mostly unhurt. The woman did not speak to me, and she didn't seem to understand me when I spoke to her, but we were able to communicate well enough.
By JBailey3 years ago in Fiction
Before her death, my wife had been the dreamer. She used to tell me about them when she awoke and I'd be amazed because my sleep had always been free of any imagery.
One of the first English idioms I learned was about losing oneself in a work of art. I spoke many languages as a child but it was only after I’d immigrated to the States that I began to understand the odd little sayings. However, I doubt being literally trapped inside my own piece of art is what the colloquialism was meant to convey.
By JBailey3 years ago in Humans
“Happy birthday, Mom!” I opened my eyes to see my 11-year old twins holding out pancakes and coffee. “You guys!” I exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “Did you make breakfast for me? That’s so sweet! Set it down there, please,” I gestured to the nightstand and reached out to pull them into a group hug.
By JBailey3 years ago in Families