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Rowan Finley
Bio
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Stories (647/0)
1955
I was a bit of a southern belle without the rich family. At the time, I never would have thought that I was college material. Sweet Alabama accent. I was the humble and sweet type of girl, like apple pie on a Sunday afternoon. One thing led to the next and I became college material. In the midst of your herd of fraternity boys, you took one look at me and said, “That’s the girl I’m gonna marry.” I thought to myself - what an arrogant hothead and turned the other way to head back to the dorm. Well, one thing led to the next and I became your wife in 1955 and we had five children! Three boys and two girls. As I rest in my wheelchair now, I think to myself how stubborn you used to be. I wonder what you’re up to on the other side of eternity. I bet you’re just as stubborn as ever but maybe for other reasons.
By Rowan Finley 25 days ago in Fiction
1977. Top Story - June 2024.
1977 - I remember the year like it was today. Newly nineteen and newlyweds. Your hair was like goldenrod. Your dress framed your body perfectly. Your lips sang to me all the way down the aisle. We were young and smart, not dumb, I think. You are still my sweet everything after all these years. It brings tears to my eyes when I think about how well we still suit each other. You make familiar look gorgeous! Thank you for trusting me and caring for me the way you always do. I sometimes get lost with dreams but you always do the best to make those dreams reality.
By Rowan Finley 26 days ago in Poets
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