The basement reeked of spilled bourbon and righteous fury when I descended those cracked concrete steps, the Christmas lights casting their fractured rainbows across faces twisted in debate.
I could be wrong (as I often am) but I think you are using these tales as way to wrestle with and work through issues you've been facing and dealing with for a long time. And maybe since you are carrying these around with you and writing them on pretty much a daily basis, the Sanctuary and it's denizens are becoming real to you, the way Middle Earth was real to Tolkien and his readers. And if they exist for you then they do for us as well 🙂.
This might be a fair assumption. The characters are based on real people, that I knew. at a time in my life when I did not appreciate them near as much as I should have. Bubba was a college roommate of mine, and he passed away (Cardiac), way too early. He was a very dear friend, and I often think of him and his warm demeanor when I write him into these stories.
I loved this line: “Elaine who perched on her usual barstool like a gray-haired gargoyle nursing what looked like a rum punch with enough fruit to stock a produce section.” Wow!
I could be wrong (as I often am) but I think you are using these tales as way to wrestle with and work through issues you've been facing and dealing with for a long time. And maybe since you are carrying these around with you and writing them on pretty much a daily basis, the Sanctuary and it's denizens are becoming real to you, the way Middle Earth was real to Tolkien and his readers. And if they exist for you then they do for us as well 🙂.
This might be a fair assumption. The characters are based on real people, that I knew. at a time in my life when I did not appreciate them near as much as I should have. Bubba was a college roommate of mine, and he passed away (Cardiac), way too early. He was a very dear friend, and I often think of him and his warm demeanor when I write him into these stories.
You throw yourself into these so fully, and that passion comes through loud and clear. 💖
Don't get between the gargoyle and her cocktail 😂
This article made me cry. I have been angry for so long.
I didnt hold back any tears writing it, but then I usually do cry through them.
I don't know what to say right now. I cry a lot but try not to let people see me.
Being seen isnt bad.
Hard yes, bad no.
Thank you for saying so <3
Beautiful photo!
Any brand names I should purchase?
Knob creek , all the way
Thank you!
I loved this line: “Elaine who perched on her usual barstool like a gray-haired gargoyle nursing what looked like a rum punch with enough fruit to stock a produce section.” Wow!