Salutations dear Readers,
I've neglected my blog because life happens and also my creative pursuits are spent on other avenues.
I'm writing feverishly on three novels. The latest one, "Between Wind and Water" will be published in 2018! A quick teaser for this 1898 Galveston Tale:
Stuck in a loveless marriage for thirty years, Abigail is desperate to escape. Her chance comes when she moves to Galveston. Her tailoring business thrives amongst high society, and a passionate love affair unfolds with an English sea captain.
At last she’s found happiness, but what happens when she realizes she has no rights, only wrongs? What measures will she take to possess the love she’s longed for?
I'm doing lots of photography, often focusing on the Victorian architecture that our island has: You can find it at https://www.instagram.com/oldgalvestonhouse/
And my latest endeavor is pen and ink drawings. I'll be having an exhibit of my drawings and poetry in the new year. It's titled "Anatomy of a Victorian."
Until then, I hope you have a wonderful holiday and New Year.
Here's a peek at my style of drawing with my Christmas greeting.
December 31, 2016
"Dearest, I think 1840 was such a lovely year!" Lenore exclaimed. "We were finally invited to tea with the Vanderbilts and lawn tennis with the DuPonts."
Archibald tweaked his mustache. "Indeed, a brilliant coup. I'm certain the acquisition of our very smart brougham went a long way in elevating our social standing."
Lenore topped off their glasses. "I think we should decide upon our New Year's resolutions. Goals to better ourselves."
"I'll go first," Achibald offered. "I shall forgo my snuff. I think it considered very old fashioned these days. Don't you? Smoking is much preferred. They say it's healthy for the lungs, especially for asthma."
"Yes whenever I'm at home. Of course, I'll always ask leave of you to have a smoke. It is the gentlemanly thing to do."
"I'll sew you a fine velvet smoking jacket," Lenore sighed. "One with a satin collar. Or better yet, I'll buy you one on High Street. And slippers too."
"My darling girl, I think you are perfect in every way, so you need not rattle your brain over any resolutions."
"But I've already given this much deliberation. Now that our family is complete..."
Lenore gave her best pout. "But darling, shall you have me completely worn out before I'm thirty-five?"
"Of course not, my sweetie, but ..."
"Back to my resolution for the year. I plan to tight-lace my corset to reach an enviable 15 inch waist. Dottie has achieved it and I aim to also."
"I've heard it on good authority that corsets constrict the organs."
"That is what smelling salts and a fainting couch are for," Lenore countered.
As the clock struck twelve, Archibald took his wife in his arms gave her a kiss that weakened any resolve she had of curtailing their family.
Lenore smiled contentedly. "Happy New Year's, my love."
September 28, 2016
Endless Days and Nights in Fat Alley
Fat Alley was a notorious red light district in Galveston Texas. Photographs from that era rarely show the terrible plight of the women involved in that trade. This is one poor girl's story.
Lottie was only ten when her mama died and her good-for-nothing pa sold her to Madam Kitty in an alley off Postoffice Street. Her job was to fetch clean water for the basin next to the bedstead in between Johns. She kept her head low and learned to stay out of reach of lecherous men who fancied the virginal blossom of youth.
It seemed overnight her breasts grew and soft hair sprouted between her legs. The changes did not go unnoticed. Lottie was all grown, they declared, and she was given her own crib with a rag filled mattress and a lamp draped with a red scarf. Her lips and cheeks were painted and her hair curled.
She did not know what to expect. She had seen the tears and bruises, and unborn children carried away in the middle of the night. But she could not imagine the pain of the endless days and nights that were to come.
May 30, 2016
written by Rosa Morgan
Temperatures are rising and it's time to take the plunge.
Ah, but we must be vigilant in our modesty.
Perhaps a gentle stroll at water's edge?
Or dare we disrobe in the sanctity of the bathhouse.
Emerging in our woolen finery to be goggled by the passerby.
But we are braver yet.
With ankles hidden in dark stockings and coquettishly crossed, we shall demurely make conversation with the handsome swim instructor. Dear, I do need another lesson.
These fine specimens of manhood
are demurely wearing skirts over their swimming trunks.
While these gents are erring on the side of caution
with their life preservers on.
It's all fun at seaside
That is until the fashion police make a raid.
Lady you went too far! That's a lot of ankle you're showing!!