Writing Exercise: Storytime

The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime

Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting

London, England - 1766 (approx.)   I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. Mariana, my lady’s maid, will want to pin it to my scalp the moment she sees it, but I like knowing that it’s there; a small piece of me that cannot be restrained. I tug on my kid gloves, hoping the … Continue reading Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting