Author Roni Teson
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Art for the Soul

Art for the Soul

I’ve been saving recordings on my iPhone voicemail for the last decade. I keep both of my parent’s voices and swap out old for new so I don’t fill up the memory. I wonder about the day I will wish I’d saved them all. My parents are both in their 80s. Mom’s an artist...

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The Pearson Girls

The Pearson Girls

Mama gave birth to us three girls in succession back in the day where men sat in waiting rooms with cigars, hoping for boys. Papa never got to hand out a single cigar because they gave up after me. But he didn’t care. “More cigars for me,” he said. My older sisters,...

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This is Now…

This is Now…

Wake up to find five decades gone Weather is topic worthy Masks are more than what people hide behind It must be a parallel life

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Sunset Beach

Sunset Beach

Seagulls dive headfirst into the Pacific Ocean, a violent yet beautiful acrobatic show. Where the sky touches the sea, an island appears to float, a barrier between air and water barely visible through smog. I sit outside on the balcony with a hot cup of coffee,...

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The Aunts

The Aunts

I took my aunts to the casino a few weeks ago, but in reality, they took me. Aunt Linda is 82 and Aunt Sammie is 75—eighty is the new sixty. Everybody still drives and walks on their own and everybody certainly has a windy mouth on their face, including me. So, Aunt...

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I’m so Lucky

Eight years have passed since I accomplished my dream of living in the front row at the beach. My brother told me he’d rather have some distance from the ocean over fear of a tidal wave. “I want a good head start,” he said.   That fear transferred to me for a...

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The Greys

The Greys

Sierra heard there would be color on the other side, but she didn’t understand what that meant. She lived in the hills near Marcus and his people. She had met Marcus among the breezy trees that outlined a grassy path. It stretched between the base of the hills to the...

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The Weaver in Umbria

In 2018, I spent six full days in Italy, experiencing unbelievable landscapes, rainbows, shopping, and wine. Perugia, Umbria, Assisi, Cortana, places I'd never heard of but had seen in movies like Under the Tuscany Sun and on CNN during darker times for Amanda Knox....

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The Rambler

The faded pink Ramble might have been built in 1958, but my young friends and I reaped the benefits of that old jalopy in the 70s. With Audrey at the wheel, the neighborhood kids, ages five to ten, often piled inside, sometimes squeezing twelve little bodies in every...

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