Son Flower Seeds

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my skin crinkled up like an accordion!” She added more indentions … Continue reading Son Flower Seeds

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Frozen with Fear– Memoir Chapter

The prior had a few lessons I learned in elementary school. Once I had ventured through 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade, my mind catapulted to middle school. This place was better by far, and I had a girlfriend from my neighborhood who shared classes with me. We were into Led Zeppelin, Journey, John Travolta, and Olivia Newton-John. We went roller skating every weekend and … Continue reading Frozen with Fear– Memoir Chapter

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My Funeral

A very peculiar thing began creeping into my brain a few months ago–something a person just shy of 50 years young, don’t think about much unless they are terminally ill or just received a death sentence. Yes, the big D, and I don’t mean divorce. Death started creeping up on me when I was living at my dad’s house, and my husband and I were … Continue reading My Funeral

Breathe! Awake and Live!

When I came out of surgery, I came out fighting. The nurses kept giving me more and more Dilaudid (Oxycodone type drug) until finally, I stopped breathing. Along with my husband and sister, the nurse kept shaking me and repeating, “Breathe Bonnie (Tekoa)! Breathe!” I would jolt and gasp like a person who had been underwater for a long spell. I would awake with ice … Continue reading Breathe! Awake and Live!

Author of the Month

There have been many talented writers on my mother’s side of the family. I have several cousins who are very creative with a pen, and aunts and uncles alike who have written beautiful songs, poems, and stories. I’ve often heard that the Loy’s were excellent storytellers, and I guess it’s true because I always did love listening to my uncles spin a tale or two. … Continue reading Author of the Month