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Few people grew up in rural Nebraska. I did. My family was agricultural. My people either farmed or dealt in some aspect of agricultural products.

Much of our activity was very labor intensive on a seasonal basis. We worked with Hispanic migratory

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The people you meet on buses, subways, and trains: 1 of 25
CLARA ROMAJEUX Part I Clara was in my dreams last night. Something has happened in her life. No one appears in my dreams except when something very important occurs. Is she ill? Clara is older than my mother. At this moment she is something more than 90 years old. I am worried. I don't know how to con... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 12 of 173
December, 1998 Noem, Valentina and Ernst Ernst was asleep with his two small children. He was in the middle of the bed with his arms extended. Victoria, his daughter who had just celebrated her fourth birthday, was sleeping with her head on his left arm. His not quite three year old son, Tommy, was asleep on his rig... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal stories for children: 8 of 97
Junior The Obese Robin Jesenia and David could both see the huge oak tree in their back yard from the windows of their bedrooms. They could see the nest from the time that the two robins started building it. They witnessed how the mommy bird and the daddy bird sat on the three, small blue eggs that eventually sat at... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unrequited love: 6 of 54
Unrequited LoveThe nights were wonderful. In our tropics the days and nights are of essentially equal duration. It took me about an hour to drive from my place on the beach to her office in the city. She worked, always, until 6:00 p.m. I was always waiting in the parking lot at six. It was almost dark by then. She... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance: 44 of 188
WHAT DO AMERICANS MEAN WHEN THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU"? I tried to call her at 8:00 a.m., my time Saturday morning in Paris, which would have been about 1:00 a.m. her time in Alabama. She wasn't home yet, and the message on the answering machine now was only in her voice, speaking her sexy, accented English. The message... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: An older woman marrying a younger man: 3 of 12
DONNA There have been many who have attributed to me an unfair, predatory, attitude toward women. Actually, I am very egalitarian. I have been involved, always, with very mature women who have minds of their own. . Of course, I have also been involved with young, principiantes (beginners) But, they always ha... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pleasure: 2 of 7
How can anyone explain the sensuality of the tropics? Who has well described the sensuality of the tropics? I think of Vargas Llosa, Garcia Marquez, D.H. Lawrence, Tennessee Williams (Night of the Iguana), O. Henry, and on and on. But, did they describe the tropics more effectively than I? I want so badly to capture th... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Domestic violence: 13 of 36
This cuentista (story teller) is 70 years old. It is difficult for me to accept that I have been around that long, but it is a fact impossible to ignore. I have been in many relationships in many parts of the world. Domestic Violence has always troubled me. It seems to me that there has always existed a struggle b... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Romance: 87 of 226
MEETING TINKERBELL (Encuentro Con La Duende Enojada) For anyone interested, other parts of this story appear in various of my writings posted at Helium. Looking in his rear view mirror, David saw the two vehicles coming rapidly at him from behind. He was on a two lane country road. The front car was nearly o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 70 of 172
Poetry: Drinking Love of mine, Can you forgive me? It was not I. It was the wine. That tender Beaujolais, Virginal and so new. It made me think of just you! But then it was she, Just 18 who appeared. The second bottle was gone. She was there, You in our bed. Where else was I To lay my head? Except upon ... More..