…The Rest Is His Story

EleanorsLivingDiary

Poetic, soulful reflections from the everyday journey of Eleanor Grace.

  • “A World of My Own Making”—

    I am especially well-suited to living in a world of my own. In this world I’ve formed, there lives my imagination. It is not a touristy place, nor is it governed by schedule or social custom,but rather a carefully tended… Continue reading

  • Serenity & Co.

    “Not all brands come with labels. Serenity & Co. is always in season.” My favorite brand isn’t restricted by climate or time of day. When you slip it on, it’s instantly your favorite — because it’s woven with perfection. It’s… Continue reading

  • “The Risk I Took Without a Helmet”

    I was in a deep thought, looking out the window.My husband asked,“Whatcha thinking?” I looked his way. Said nothing.Just quietly replied,“Working on today’s daily prompt…” “Describe a risk you took that you don’t regret.” And there I was—returning to my… Continue reading

  • “The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”

    There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading

  • When Nada meets Nothing and Becomes Something.

    Nothing. Nada.  That’s the first thing that came to my mind. Not because I’m empty. Not because I’m lost. But because I’m full. Of feelings that don’t have shape. Of thoughts that haven’t finished arriving. Of memories that smell like… Continue reading

  • “Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”

    There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading

  • The Road That Flirted First

    We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading

  • “I Pulled Over for This? Not Every Stop Has a Scenic Ending”

    Some signs don’t scream—they sigh. This one? It didn’t flicker or blink. It just stood there. Faded. Proud. Tired. Still trying. The Lazy S Motel doesn’t offer much anymore. No continental breakfast. No keycards. No concierge to smile at your… Continue reading

  • Before My Feet Hit the Floor

    Today began like a soft morning hymn—no rush, no alarm. Just me, stepping into the light of a second chance. That’s the first thing that brings me happiness every single day: the chance to try again. Maybe I missed a… Continue reading

  • The HOV Lane to Heavens Kitchen

    My favorite restaurant isn’t defined by cuisine or white tablecloths—it’s defined by craving. And not just for food. It’s the kind of place where, the moment I walk in, someone nods like we’ve done this dance before. Where the vibe… Continue reading