Tricia Tennesen
Bio
After a lifetime of silence,I write. Cancer survivior, married forever, three daughters, years of pushing sugary drinks on unsusspecting humans. Now I read, write, fly fish, tie flys, listen, observe and walk.
Stories (4/0)
Guilt, Anger, or Regret
Imagine if each of us had been blessed with loving parents. The possibilities would be endless. As adults, we would not be dragging a boulder around everywhere, and we would all be better prepared to rebound from our peculiarities and the world's perceptions.
By Tricia Tennesen2 years ago in Petlife
My Name Is Archie
He was a happy kid who became an oscillating teen contingent on the day. He and his mother lived without a father, but this never bothered him. His mother had given him the best she could, which wasn't much by comparison. Archie spent a couple of hours with his father whenever the man felt like being more than a sperm donor. Archie wasn't impressed and neither cherished nor rebelled against these occasional visits. He grew to be tall, slim, blondish with a goofy grin that he spent his boyhood trying to hide. His school photos suffered as his sullen look appeared as though he were waiting for the world to fall apart.
By Tricia Tennesen2 years ago in Fiction
Prairie Wisdom
We were on vacation, but not the vacation most would dream of. The Mr. and I were heading to Nebraska. The state with the slogan, "Nebraska. Honestly, it's not for everyone." I was in the middle of running a half marathon in half the states and had selected Nebraska as our next bet. As a child, I had lived in the small town of Seward and thought I'd return, hoping to put those fond memories back in my pocket. I had not trained much for this run. The weeks prior had hit me like losing a loved one, and I didn't have the strength to put on running shoes, much less get out the door.
By Tricia Tennesen2 years ago in Humans
Find Your Flow
If you had asked my twenty-one-year-old self what I would be doing in my sixties, I would not have said fly-fishing or fly-tying. I was more interested in a fashion statement than bugs and fish. Unfortunately, my fashion style now is about as ugly as it gets. Have you seen those bulky waders along with the galumphing boots and the gear that hangs off your body as a fly-fisher? Not a pretty sight.
By Tricia Tennesen2 years ago in Motivation
