Getting to the tail end of the Whole30. Here’s an update from my sketchbook.
Looking forward to implementing what we’ve learned about ingredients and the yummy recipes we made. We’re equally looking forward to treats like ice cream, wine, and popcorn!
I’ve been reviving an old writing project, a serial graphic novel. Here is an excerpt:
Tilly Jefferson was a small woman, barely 5 foot tall, but she was strong and clever and full of determination. Around town people said this came from the Indian blood that was in her. Her mother, who went by Mary, was a Cherokee fell in love with her father, Glenn, a slave.
Tilly’s jet black hair was always worn parted down the middle and wrapped into a neat bun, but her children and husband had seen how when she let it down it tumbled in smooth waves to the waist of her dress.
Tilly’s neighbors watch now as Tilly led her family away from the only place she had ever known. She led her two younger twin sisters, Esther and Estelle who were not yet spoken for, and her own for children, Tom, Billy, Zilla, and little Charles Glenn. They carried all they owned on their backs. There was no man by her side.
The neighbors all pestered her widowed sister-in-law, Francis, where they were going and why. Her mouth seam sealed tight with no chance of opening.
“Francis, why ain’t you going with them? Wherever it is they going, I reckon it’s far away and they ain’t coming back.” Georgia, an old respected woman in the area asked her when they were alone drinking water from the creek that man is short walk from their houses.
“Georgia, they leaving because they running. And I ain’t got nothing to run from”. She turned quickly and hauled her pail of water uphill from the creek.
Georgia inserted her own meaning into Francis’ words. She narrowed her old, wise eyes and watched Francis depart. It seemed Francis was running, but in her own way.
Hope to release the first in the serial, Flight, this fall.