Category Archives: Writing

From Scotland with Love

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

Last Sunday noontime as I sipped a coffee at one of our beautiful sidewalk cafes, I realized a film was about to start at Red River Theatre and on a whim I decided to go. I knew nothing about it … Continue reading →

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Boarding School- Part 2

Posted on September 5, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

(Continued from ‘Boarding School: Part 1’- best to read that first.) “I could go back upstairs empty-handed”, I thought to myself, “and tell Sev I couldn’t find the corn (thus proving how stupid I am). Or, I could go upstairs … Continue reading →

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Boarding School- Part 1

Posted on September 3, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

“Let us pray…” The minister bowed his head, as did the five hundred adolescent girls and the dozen faculty members attending Sunday morning services at Sage Chapel. The Gothic arches loomed overhead, a symbol of the complex Higher Power which … Continue reading →

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Oils in the Cellar—Sawdust in the Attic

Posted on August 28, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

   I grew up in a home of polarized artists My father, an executive at the Reader’s Digest from 1956-1967, also had a fully outfitted woodworking shop in the attic of our old colonial house. There he crafted furniture year … Continue reading →

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Choose Your Weapons, Ladies!

Posted on August 22, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

This cartoon is the story of my life: endless ideas, carousel-like focus. These six tools became my best friends, each one taking a turn comforting me, challenging me, defying me, and assisting me in my exploration of the woman I was to become. They … Continue reading →

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My first blog post

Posted on August 13, 2016 by Bobbie Herron

  If a blog is published and no one sees it, does it really exist? Zen koan for the night. I sit here in the late evening darkness, three stories up, window open, listening to the faint sound of rain … Continue reading →

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