The Book Holds The Key

He sat there, in front of the fireplace, the book on the table next to him.  As he stared into the flames, he remembered the day he had been given the book – it was at the reading of his mother’s will. It was his mother’s diary, and it came with a small key attached to a chain. He had never understood his mother, and he had no idea what he would find if he used that key. Was her diary the key to who she was? Or was he going down the proverbial rabbit hole? Would he find peace here?

(c) September 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Open Door

It always started that way – with the open door. I felt that I should be there – but I had no clue where “there” was. Soft jazz music played in the background, but there was no sound of people. I was dressed very formally, so I must be here for a reason. I knew that walking through that door would change my life. I really wasn’t scared, I just wasn’t sure that I wanted that change. Would walking through that door take me back in time, or move me forward? I reached out and walked through the door. So mote it be.

(c) July 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Mask


So many masks – the streets are filled with them, the salons are filled with them. It is the time of the mask – even though the masks may not be there by choice. It is a mandated thing, these masks. So we put them on and venture out. However we feel, no one knows, because the mask hides our face, our emotions. So this “new world” that we are building, is it being built on truth, or on what we want other people to think is the truth. Design your mask well, my friend, for it becomes who you are. Salud!

(c) June 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Red Door

The house stood back from the street, surrounded by trees. The red door blended into the brick walls in a very unobtrusive manner. I knew who lived there – I had known for years. This was my father’s “other life”, with his “other family”. I never had a clue as to whether my mother ever knew – if she did, she was very good at pretending she didn’t. She was almost seventy, and still maintaining the facade of a marriage. I don’t see the need to break through that facade – the will is set, the world will move on as planned.


(c) May 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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Doing No Wrong

People never question books – they are part of the background, seen but not seen. I like it that way. No one thinks to question what I am reading, why I am reading it, or how it fits into my life. What for some is entertainment is the foundation of who I am. I can be many people and do many things. Books help me enter other worlds and control mine. People and things appear and disappear, whenever I want them to. I slip between worlds, growing stronger every day. Don’t ever think that you really know me, because you don’t.

(c) April 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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West 110th Street

Strange things are going on in that house – very strange things! No one comes out, no one goes in.  The curtains are opened in the morning and closed at night. The lights go on in the evening, then get turned off around 11 pm. Twice a week, late in the evening, a car drives up. The driver gets out, leaves some packages on the porch, rings the doorbell, then leaves. Who is hiding in that house … and what are they hiding from? Do I need to be worried? Not that I really ever leave my house … but do I need to be worried?


(c) March 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Year 2020

Stairway To 2020

Another decade passed. We begin the journey into the new decade, up the stairs into … what? Time passes … we have no choice, it just passes. Where we were once the youngest in our crowd, we are now the oldest. What do we want from the new decade? To live the best life we can? To protect our values? Is our best armour truth? Or is our best armour our personal truth, which grows with us. Do we need to slow time down, or do we need to simply march to our own tune, whatever that might be? You will find your answer in the mirror of life.

(c) January 2020 Bonnie Cehovet
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Looking Back

Looking back, it all seems so simple. Perhaps it was. On holidays we used to visit my grandparents – something that I very much looked forward to. It was only a two hour drive – enough time to enjoy the drive, but not so much time that we became bored. There was a lovely drive leading up to their house, which was very welcoming. My grandmother would always have incredible cookies for us, and soon the house would be filled with the aroma of dinner cooking. This was a place of joy and peace. Simpler times. Good memories that sustain me.

(c) November 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Letters

Memories are everywhere. As I look down at the letters in my hands, I feel the memories cursing through me – at times comforting, at times ovrwhelming. They are an important – albeit hidden – part of my life. I have never considered shredding them, or burning them. They are a part of me, a part that will help people understand me after I am gone. They represent a turning point – decisions made, endings and new beginnings. Would I make the same decision if I had it to do over again? These are different times. I did what I had to do.

(c) November 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Garden Gnomes

Don’t you just love Garden Gnomes! Oh, they really do exist! I mean, they do exist beyond the cute little figurines that we place around our yards. They carry power, and they have attitude! They don’t always like interacting with humans (I can’t say I blame them there!), but they do carry the power of wisdom and protection.  If you have the courage to place them in your yard (it is best to ask them where they want to be placed), then sit with them, talk to them. If they ask you a question, answer it. So Mote It Be!

(c) October 2019 Bonnie Cehoveet
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