Bebe King Nicholson
Bio
Writer, publisher, editor, kayaker, hiker, wife, mom, grandmom
Achievements (1)
Stories (18/0)
Three Secrets to Eating All You Want Without Gaining Weight
The first thing my sister asked when I returned from 16 days in Europe was whether I had gained weight. I expected to put on a few pounds. Who plans an overseas vacation with the intention of dieting?
By Bebe King Nicholsonabout a year ago in Feast
A Rare, Inherited Condition Was Causing Me to Go Deaf
Television had sounded muffled for about a month, and I began to wonder why everybody was mumbling. Like an elderly person without a hearing aid, I urged people to speak up. But I was only 38. I didn't attribute these problems to hearing loss.
By Bebe King Nicholson2 years ago in Confessions
People Who Talk Too Much
Who would have thought a petite, sweet-faced, seventy-year-old could ruin a class? I was happy to see we had a diverse group: men and women, young and old, married and single. I had agreed to facilitate this six-week discussion group and looked forward to a lively exchange of ideas.
By Bebe King Nicholson2 years ago in Humans
All That Glitters Isn't Gold
My friend June says everything is a gift from heaven. I used to think this was inspiring until she went overboard. Remarking that a pay raise or a good mammogram is a gift from heaven reveals a commendable amount of gratitude and faith.
By Bebe King Nicholson2 years ago in Fiction
A True Tale of Terror
“True story. In 1969, a musician named Jim Sullivan recorded an album called U.F.O. He later checked into a motel in Santa Rosa, New Mexico, and he’s never been seen or heard from again. His Volkswagen was found abandoned at the ranch and his guitar was in it.
By Bebe King Nicholson2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2021
The BlondeTop Story - December 2021
Emma Bates scraped a last mouthful of pea soup from her bowl, then hobbled to the window and yanked the ragged curtain aside. She didn’t bother to scrub her bowl or sponge the vinyl tablecloth. That could wait. Right now, it was time for the girl.
By Bebe King Nicholson2 years ago in Fiction