Babs Iverson
Bio
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Stories (305/0)
THE BLUE FROG
Beautiful Blue dart Frogs in South America Don't touch, poisonous. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Recalling, we were at the Fort Worth Zoo. The beautiful blue dart frog was on the other side of the glass. It was hard to imagine something so beautiful could be poisonous.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
WEEK 49
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." The trees and their branches bend downward with an inch of pure white snow. As the wind lifts and twirls the snowflakes around, we watch nature's aerial ballet. Standing close to the road, a buck and doe freeze in a natural pose. Gossamer pink and blue clouds float above with the sun beginning to set behind us.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Fiction
THE MARGARITA BALL
Fort Worth, Texas Outside, the white sun peaked through the dark gray clouds. The bird outdoor thermometer's dial pointed to 66 degrees Fahrenheit. From the sky, a steady drizzle hit the sidewalk with a da, da, da, da rhythm. It was Friday the last day of December 2021. In the mudroom, by the garage door, the calendar could be seen from several feet away. Written in bright red marker on top of the preprinted New Year’s Eve symbol, NO PLANS.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Fiction
NO TURKEY, NO PIE
Murphy's law - if it can go wrong, it will. Over the years, there is a holiday when things tend to go wrong. The holiday is Thanksgiving, It amazes me too. As there is always something to be thankful for. However, when things do go wrong, the cause is almost always something that we have no control over.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Humans
THE AQUARIUM FIELD TRIP
Right on the dot of 10 A.M., the three school buses parked in front of the Dallas World Aquarium. Wiggling and giggling in their seats, the second graders eagerly waited to exit their bus. By 10:15 A.M., approximately forty-five students and three teachers formed a long line stretching and snaking the full length of the block in front of the building.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Fiction