Bobbie Kinkead

Literature & Fiction, Crafts, Hobbies & Home, Children's Books

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Bobbie  Kinkead

I am a creative illustrator, animated storyteller, and writer. As a child, drawing was my way of communicating. Today, I am a writer of words as well as a verbal storyteller, which blends skills of illustrating, speaking, and writing words to create, enhance, reimage, embroidery, fabricate, and elaborate stories to fascinate those who view, hear, and read the tales! --->I love stories which informs about us and our worlds.


Bobbie  Kinkead

Working Title: Story, story, ABLE WOMEN

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Story, story, ABLE WOMEN

Crafts, Hobbies & Home

The book contains folktales, faerytales, cautionary, and myths and legends which inspired female animals or humans to overcome challenges from their environment, predators, hunger, oppression or others control.

Rough-Cut Book Bubbles from Story, story, ABLE WOMEN

Asking for Help

FROM the PRAIRIE HEN or the Little Red Hen ----> When we have a task, we might think too hard for us, some of us ask for help and are turned down. This can be upsetting. The little hen is not upset and can do what she must in order to make life easier for her and her children. I love this story because it is my Grandma Bessie. When we visited, mean, cranky step-grandpa was in his rocking chair demanding, and Grandma served him. He saved her and her four children when her husband died early. My Grandma had a garden, cherry and apple trees, a pond full of fish, chickens, a goat, lots of cats, and six children. She made her bread in a wooden stove and had a water pump in her kitchen. She did all this herself. I figured if Grandma could do in her world so her granddaughter could. I've 'taken on' being unable to spell and write my stories. To the little hen story, I added a helper, they are out there, only, beware of demanding bullies.

Why I like the hen that could.

This is the first folktale, I really heard as a child. I loved the fact the little hen made bread all by herself. We did have the little prairie birds on the Alpine Meadows of Colorado, especially at Harstel Flats, we drove through to go fishin'. In Colorado Springs, My brother and I walked from our home on 18 St across a long field to 26 St were Grandma Bessie lived. We ventured through the disabled train terminal where trains once traveled up Pike Peak to Cripple Creek and down to the Golden Cycle Mill, that was also abandon. We live by Fountain Creek and below the gold mill. What fun we had exploring. By the time we got to grandma's house, she had baked fresh bread for us, and we had many stories to tell. She was my prairie HEN!

Rhyonna's Fright, A Faery's Challenge to Save Her Realm

Literature & Fiction

Rhyonna's Fright, an adventurous story book for children or family reading, is set in an idyllic faery realm. Faery Rhyonna, loves to fly, only she is over-confident, so falls victim to a monstrous hideous Zzuf. Rhyonna's impulsive risk causes damage to herself, endangers the Tawnyee Flyers and her friends. Rhyonna must escape; she can' let everyone down. She must rib Zuff, the horrid mold, from her realm.

Book Bubbles from Rhyonna's Fright, A Faery's Challenge to Save Her Realm

Challenges wake us up!

To the free-flying Faery Rhyonna, an ant's life is dreadful and boring. Our Faery, who loves to fly whenever and where she wants, will soon find her life of flying is about to change and other perspectives, the ants, will enrich hers. Having lived an exciting and creative life, I realize that the tasks, the tediousness of completing jobs, are the profit and joy of the vision. The gathering, the sharing is the reward. To understand the value of one’s gift is the challenge, which our Faery Rhyonna will receive from the horrid Zzuf, who plans to eat all that exists in her world. AND, in our challenges, those we never expect are usually our best friends, allies, and helpers.

Spiders are scary and helpful.

Spiders have ugly faces and creepy legs and some jump. Most webs become messy when old. Spiders are vicious to their foods, thank heavens, they eat flies, or we would drown in flies. All in all, spiders are a gardener's helper. In my garden are six I can see: granddaddy long legs, the ones that hide in cracks, the wolves, the shiny black ones, the yellow ones that eat other spiders, and my favorite the Orb Weavers, who make the rounded web that hang all over my garden. Fall is the time for Orb Wearers who grow huge with striped legs and body, lovely harmless creatures that do so much good. So, an Orb Weaver, Spider Erwina in Rhyonna's Fright, helps the Tawnyee Flyers when they are lost. These spiders give their silk to the faery seamstresses, who make the clothing, baskets, and beds for Blackberry Village. Of course, the Tawnyee Flyers, who flew without permission to find their Flying Teacher Rhyonna, are horrified by the big striped spider that approaches them. Ugly and helpful Spider Erwina is glad she found the young flyers and shows them off to the other Orb Weavers. The Tawnyee Flyers love this adventure. And hopefully, Spider Erwina bridges the myth that all spiders are bad.

Butterfly's Flight

Rhyonna, like any of us, loves the beauty of the Butterflies. We all have tried to catch one or grow a chrysalis. Butterflies are a mystery, the metamorphosis of four lives, the egg, the hungry caterpillar, the chrysalis, and the flying beauty, which is also camouflage. Their fight is so relaxing and gentle, poetic. And so to watch a butterfly is to create poetry. Sometimes what they say to us in their poetic way is a message for us to decode. Seen a butterfly lately, what message might be sent to you?

The Busy BEE!

Mizzee Bee is an analogy of Rhyonna's kinship to flying and what her Tawynee students need to understand about balance. All that pollen on Mizzee Bee's legs gathered and flown back to the hive to make honey for others in the colony. Mizzee Bee is busy and productive while Rhyonna sits on a flower, prefered is her dandelion, eats pollen, and watches the others fly. And best Mizzee Bee sings. As one does sipping lemonade in their garden, walking in a botanical garden to observe nature, or pausing while hiking to rest on a rock, as Rhyonna does. Watching and listening to the song of a busy, pollen gathering bee is the best way to engage in another use of flight. I like to say is an out-of-the-body experience as reading a book, viewing a movie, or hearing a story.

Lender the Lizard

When living in Colorado Springs, when I played with friends on a steep rocky hill on Vermijo Street, in the catci and yacca plants lived many lizards. They paid no attention to us and spent their time perched like sticks on rocks in the hot sun. While hiking in Colorado, again as a child, on the fishing trips with mom and dad, the paths had lizards perched here and there enjoying the sun. Later I learned they symbolize the dreamer, of which I consider myself. Along the hiking paths in California, lizards also silently sit in the sun, and as usual on a rock. I have always thought they sing, of course, silently so only lizards hear. And so Faery Rhyonna has Lender the Lizard that offers his rock to her and silently sings.

Fish in the Creek

As a young child, I would sneak to the creek, Fountain Creek in Colorado Springs, CO, that ran from the gold fields in the mountains beside the rail tracks through the old farms and past the Golden Cycle Mill. In that place of many intersections was the magic, the porthole into the world of the others. Watching the fish swim was my way inside the porthole of water. I never wanted to catch them, even though my father was the best of fisherman. I wanted to swim like a fish, gently, slowly, at peace in the shallow cool trickling water. I always wondered what a fish thought, and I knew I could hear if only I got still enough. As light as a faery, I sat and listened. Other fish came to join the conversation, singing their song. And so Faery Rhyonna rides on her Fish.


One knows that all faeries fly, this is their right. Only a friend who was new to the faery world, asked, "How do Faeries fly, and where are their arms." So I show Rhyonna flying with her dragonfly, which is much like diving and swimming. As a kid down at the creek, I loved, I was always flying from one rock to another across the creek or jumping from fallen tree to another. Flight was easy; your wings did exactly what your arms did, only held the wind. And your wings were much stronger. I still fly. As a faery with many powers flying is an art, and to race a dragonfly makes the craft much better. This is why Rhyonna is the best at flying and the flying teacher, she is an excellent flyer.

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