Lake Nostalgia

From soggy memories...

Anna Voy

Anna Voy
December 31
My name is Anna Voy and these are my stories. I grew up, the youngest of four, in a small lake community in East Texas. My family wasn’t like yours and I can guarantee that. I’m not implying that my family has the market cornered when it comes to being weird. We all have dysfunctional families, but no one’s is dysfunctional in the same way. I feel I can pretty safely assume that my family’s weirdness is unique and is fully responsible for shaping me into what I’ve become. I’ve grown up to be somewhat adjusted, however I keep my quirks intact, fully aware that they are a product of a strange and warped childhood. Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: I don’t consider myself abused; rather I view my childhood as a series of strange adventures played out in unconventional ways and perceived through the layers of conditioning that we all inevitably pick up from those who raise us. On sunny days my mind trails back to these soggy memories and I almost swear I can smell the moss of the lake and hear the sounds of the motor boats as they speed rebelliously by the “Caution” buoy. These are the stories I remember…


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JANUARY 28, 2011 11:37AM

Fight Night

                  Bullying has always been a serious problem. In recent decades psychologists have written hundreds of books on the subject, offering hundreds of methods for dealing with the problem. I’m almostRead full post »

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DECEMBER 8, 2010 12:18PM

Sick Sense


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            There is something I wanted so badly as a child but never had: an imaginary friend. I was absolutely fascinated with the premise of having this friend who could be eight feet t/Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 12, 2010 12:57PM

Speaking Adult


       Children are nothing if they are not literal. My mom once told our neighbor Donald, “See you later.” When we returned home after their long conversation, I all of a sudden began questioning my mRead full post »

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OCTOBER 22, 2010 12:32PM

This is Not the Time for Your Religion


On Sunday nights, Katie, my sister, loved to watch the TV movie of the week. This particular Sunday she was especially excited because the movie was about a girl that faked a pregnancy so that her boyfriend would stay with her. The girl cut out circular shapes of a quiltedRead full post »

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SEPTEMBER 20, 2010 11:03AM

So Does That Mean I’m Not Crazy?

My family’s motto was strangely very similar to that one of Las Vegas: What happens in our family stays in our family. My mother said this dozens of times throughout the years urging us to not go around spreading our secrets to the small population in which we lived. However, looking/… Read full post »

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AUGUST 17, 2010 11:54AM

Thou Shall Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s Dog



It was dark when we got home that autumn night. The rain had just begun to pour as we rounded the last stretch of road before our house. Katie, my sister, had the shivering animal bundled up in her shirt and as we ran the little dog whimpered… Read full post »

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AUGUST 11, 2010 11:14AM

We Found You in a Garbage Can

           There is one thing I know now, which for years I was completely uncertain about: I am my mother’s child. From an early age I had this ever growing suspicion that I had either been adopted from an orphanage or kidnapped away from the y… Read full post »

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AUGUST 4, 2010 12:34PM

Shake It at Them like This


I was out of breath by the time I reached our front door. Thankfully my pursuers hadn’t dared to set foot on our property, but I ran at full speed down our driveway anyway and didn’t rest until I was safely locked indoors. Heaving with exhaustion and fear, my hands… Read full post »

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JULY 12, 2010 3:09PM

It’s Boring in the Shallow End

 Great Gatsby

The last line from The Great Gatsby has always stuck with me, “So we beat on boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” Heavy stuff now, but when I was 15 and read it for the first time I thought, poor Gatsby, how sad that he lostRead full post »

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JUNE 30, 2010 11:35AM

Tick Tock Kitty Time




The other day I was having a conversation with this weirdo, who you will learn has the reasoning skills of a flip flop and a personality to match. Being the thoughtful person that I am I probed a little to find a topic of interest for us to/… Read full post »

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JUNE 21, 2010 12:19PM

Just a Quick Trip to the Store

As a child I was utterly convinced that one day I’d be abandoned in some grocery store, thereby having to fend for myself for the rest of my life. I was just sure that if I let my mother out of my sight then she’d make a dash for the car,… Read full post »