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About me - Joyce Bueter

My growing up years were a little on the unorthodox side. My Dad had an aversion to staying in one place for more than a few months, or sometimes even weeks.

I have had the experience of coming home from school to find my parents loading up the car and we

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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Growing old: 11 of 125

Growing old with Grace I don't feel like I am getting old. I still feel on the inside like I did when I was in my thirties. My thirties were my apex years. I knew who I was, I was aware of my capabilities, and as a person I was self confident and secure. As I said, that is still the way I feel on the inside. But, when I go p...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Mouse encounters: 2 of 21

Those few words, “Mom, I see a mouse” shouldn’t be cause for the complete and utter break down of a grown person, but they were. Those five little words caused me to lose my mind and put both myself and my daughter in mortal danger. In fact, that little critter put everybody in the immedia...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A kiss: 3 of 29

Can you imagine a big pond on the outskirts of a small town, a hot sultry moonlit night with two young restless couples looking for a little excitement? Jewel Can. Jewel was one of the young girls who along with her best friend, Margaret, were out on a double date. There was one problem which became more evident ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Grandparents: 7 of 64

When I was a child, my maternal grandparents lived in a “holler” deep in the midst of the Ozark Mountains. My mother was raised there as well as her five younger siblings. I loved to go visit there, it was a fascinating place. A “holler” pronounced hollow in other places, was a fairl...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Reality: 2 of 17

A Mind can be at once a wondrous and a terrifying thing, if indeed it is a thing. It could be a place, ponder that if you will. Take mine for instance, (if you dare) I haven’t figured out which of the above my mind is, I think a little of both depending on the time of day and circumstances. My mind will som...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Sadness: 2 of 17

If That Song Had Not Been Written I once heard a sad song It brought me to tears Someone was singing Of sorrows and fears I never knew That I could feel that way But if that song had not been written I could write it today No One could be hurting Any more than I do The pain of just living the hell I go through I never dreame...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hats, mittens & scarves: 7 of 52

Time for the mittens the scarves and the hat even boots and a snowsuit might be included in that you’re going outside mom does declare you’re driving me nuts, get out of my hair! The snow banks are high with long winter’s snows kids trapped inside with nowhere to go screaming and yelling have led mom to agr...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Marriage: 6 of 41

The Pitfalls of Retirement Retirement is not what it is cracked up to be. I'm exhausted, wiped out, emotionally drained and ready to go job hunting! I'll take anything, I am not fussy. After what I've been through, anything would be an improvement. One of the problems is a recently retired husband. Oh my, after thirty years ...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Hurting love: 4 of 26

I think I've got the picture An empty closet, a suitcase by the door fresh made coffee untouched and getting cold the daily news lies unread and on the floor I don't believe I need to see any more Cause I think I've got the picture you are sending And I know just how the story’s ending I can see this is the day you wil...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disillusioned: 4 of 25

Youth, where did you go? You took the sparkle from my eyes The shine from my hair You took the blush from my cheeks You left my soul lying bare Where are the passions that once raged Where are the lips longing for love What else did you take when you silently slipped away leaving loneliness in your wake Oh youth, where have ...