Vicki Entreken
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They glittered, but they weren’t gold.
It may be another sad country song to most people, but it pulled at me. You have to listen to the song to hear the pain in his voice. I couldn’t place what pulled at me. Not then. Continue reading
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“I see your mom perfectly, but where are you?”
I need this view and the crow of the rooster and the honking of the train and Panacea Coffee with its creek running behind it to help bring me back from the dark places I write myself to. Continue reading
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My obsession with abandonment started with Styx.
Those people celebrating a new beginning, unknowing of what was to come the following year. When The world falls apart, you don’t see it coming. Continue reading
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“You Were Gone” A poem by Patricia Shaw (aka Geralda Cravey)
It only takes once to break a child, but the emptiness lasts a lifetime. Continue reading
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The Secret Notebook
When her parents died, she was going to write it. We even got her a computer, but her story had been too painful and I thought it died with her. I was wrong. Continue reading
Vicki Entreken
Editor by day, I specialize in memoir and family history narratives. VickiEntreken.com The rest of the time, I write, research genealogy and orphaned heirlooms while preserving family histories. Follow my obsessions at SecretBoxes.blog
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