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A Tragic, Yet, Inspiring Story of a Mother and a Daughter Who Founded a Moleskin-Notebook Company
Maria Franceschi, 48, sat in her luxurious café in Beijing. She looked into the skyscrapers that had covered the sky of the city. Thinking of learning some words in Chinese, she installed a language app on her phone.
By Massùod Hemmat5 years ago in Journal
Dealt Kindly
There’s something liminal about being behind the bar of a hotel, especially high end spaces used to host upper echelon parties, business groups in the area from their respective homes in desperate corporate America, looking for a taste of the lifestyle of the beautiful, dirty and rich. I can see them pulling at their suits pulled straight from the rack, fitting but not tailored, pants that are just a little too long and nice shoes that are in desperate need of repair, despite their polish. When lined up at the bar drinking over-priced well whiskey, they seem nervous- as though someone would be able to point them out as an imposter, destroy the fragile anonymity that is afforded to the travelers who pass through the doors of the hotel.
By Cass McLean5 years ago in Journal
Remember.
February 1st 2021 Dear journal, The one before you had so much suffering in her pages. Reading back on them I can clearly see the cycles I was enduring. The surfacing of painful trauma and the unearthing of ugly truths. The bubbling up of emotions buried deep until the pain was so intense, I had no choice but to let them go.
By Sarah Darling5 years ago in Journal
NOW!
The sun would soon be peaking over the horizon as Charlie Henry walked laboriously down toward the beach. A paper cup of black coffee and a walking stick to steady his steps, were his only companions. Still, he was determined. He would watch the sunrise over the sparkling Atlantic before the two-hour drive home to the city. It wasn’t far, but it might as well have been half way around the world. It was the first time he had gone more than 20 miles in any direction since the death of his wife Maggie. She had always wanted to travel and he had promised her the world. A passing wave of guilt pressed down on Charlie like a knife. He pushed it aside and picked up the pace, ignoring the pain. Around the next corner he would be able to see the ocean, stretched out before him like an endless canvas of blue. Navigating past a high rise of luxury condos, he paused long enough to look up and wonder. “I bet the view from up there is grand. If I was staying here, I could just sip my coffee and watch the sunrise with Maggie. She would like that." But of course, that would be expensive. His hotel was several blocks away. Cheap room, cheap coffee, cheap view.
By Julie Gardner5 years ago in Journal
The Nanny
“Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!” Liv groaned as she untangled herself from the bed sheets that had charmingly woven themselves around her like a Grecian toga as she slept. It was past 7 am, she somehow managed to sleep through three alarms, though they had been blaring obnoxiously a mere five inches from her head. Launching herself across her bedroom, she began tearing through her rickety dresser in search of anything that could even slightly resemble a work appropriate outfit. Pulling on a pair of black leggings, a button up shirt and an oversized cardigan, she sprinted to the bathroom to run a toothbrush over her teeth and a brush through her wild hair.
By Rebecca Zamora5 years ago in Journal
In conversation with Katherine Piotroski
“No bank account?” “Yeah, I know, it’s weird, right? But like, I guess she’s super old school, yannow? Like, I feel like she keeps all of her money in gold bars buried in her backyard yannow? If she has any left anyways, ha!”
By Midori Marsh5 years ago in Journal
