B.B. Potter
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A non-fiction writer crossing over to fiction, trying to walk a fine line between the two.
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Into the Drink
It was something he loved, challenging Mother Nature, challenging himself. Be it free climbing or deep diving, doing it was when he felt most alive. When I married him, I knew that was part of the new calculus of how I’d live the rest of my life. Pursue something daring with him, or stay home and worry. It was a mixed bag. I didn’t want to be the old bag.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute is Important on the Morning Commute
Gazing around from my spot in the driver’s seat, I see that I need to get gas and straighten the passenger floor mat that’s askew. Huh, I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before. The dash display clicks to 7:53. Good, it looks like I’ll make it to work on time.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Fiction
Don't Be Afraid of the Old
Age is a gift of the genes. Age is also a gift of luck. We all know folks who at 60 are old. They may look old, they can act old, they are old. The old were lucky to avoid accidents and fatal illnesses. Do you know elderly people? That word alone can make Gen X, Gen Z, and Millenials cringe.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Humans
Stranded in the Mojave
A hank of hair blows into my eye, escaping from my ponytail. A scattering of dust whips off a cracked wooden fence post into my other eye. Momentarily blinded by this double ocular attack, I stop to get my bearings. "This Mojave wind is messing with me," I complain to Wren.
By B.B. Potter2 years ago in Fiction
