Happy Father’s Day 2017 Memories

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY Hide the fish bait! My uncles knew. If planning a fishing trip with daddy, hide the fish bait, e.g. Brim and such, or it would end up in his frying pan before the trip even got on the road. Here is a YouTube video of people fishing for Brim.  This is about the size of good bait

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Finding The Hero Within

FINDING THE HERO WITHIN Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 92 years old today had she lived to see it. It is hard to believe sometimes that she has been gone longer than I had her in my life. Mama 35 years. Daddy 25 years. I was a child when I lost mama and a young adult when

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Happy Mother’s Day 2017 Love Always & Forever!

  Happy Mother’s Day. I miss you Mama. Love Always & Forever. My mother and father. My father’s brother and my mama’s sister who were my 2nd parents. I love you, miss you, always and forever. Happy Mother’s Day. I don’t think you ever stop missing your parents, no matter how much time passes. I was her only child so

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Bahama’s Cruise May 7th-11th 2017 Off the Grid

 

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In Quit Cat’s Opinion

                                IN QUIT CAT’S OPINION By Juneta Key 2008 My history is long and ancient. I was once revered as a Egyptian god. My blood lines are aristocratic. I am a skilled hunter. My nature is wild, independent and sensual. I am a creature of

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Brief Bio

  SPECULATIVE FICTION AUTHOR Juneta is originally from Dallas Texas area.  She has always wanted to live some place tropical and now resides in Central Florida.   She loves writing about Gothic Space Opera, paranormal fantasy adventure, mysteries and romance with all the complexity of human nature mixed in, whether human or non-human, mage, mystic or pilot.  She loves the possibilities

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It Should Have Rained Carnations

The sterile fresh scent of carnations permeated the air.  Reds, yellows, white, and red striped flowers danced starkly against the grayscale backdrop of my world. Feeling like I was in an old slow B-movie, I looked down at the lifeless body of my mother.  I wanted to scream this can’t be real.   She wouldn’t leave me.   I might have

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