Bebe King Nicholson
Writer, publisher, editor, kayaker, hiker, wife, mom, grandmom
What Kind of Freedom Will We Choose?
“Hello beautiful,” my father-in-law always said when he saw me. A formidable bull of a man, opinionated and outspoken, he intimidated those who never glimpsed the tender heart that resided beneath his brash exterior.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- V+ Fiction Award Winner
The BlondeV+ Fiction Award Winner
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.
My First Inkling That Something Was Wrong
My first inkling that something was wrong was when Mom said she couldn’t keep the kids. “I don’t understand,” I told Dan later. “She’s always saying she doesn’t know how she could go on if it weren’t for her grandchildren.”
The Fortune Teller
Hailey knew she turned heads. She also knew it wasn’t because she was a great beauty. It had more to do with the upward tilt of her chin, the confident lift of her shoulders. She had an air about her that said, “I’m confident in my own skin. Life is good and good things are going to happen.”