I am 58 years old, wife of 37 years, mother of two and grandmother of 5. I love reading and decorative painting. I decorate wedding cakes for a living, and enjoy the creativity. I liked to crochet in the past, but my attention span has shortened...if I can't do it quickly, I lose interest. I also like to make rosaries and also, from time to time, make mission rosaries to send to missions or shrines.

My passion is ...

reading. And for the past year, I have really gotten involved in what I call, armchair activism. I try to keep up on current events in politics and write to my congressmen quite often. And now, I have discovered helium...and a new outlet for my ponderings.

I know too much about ...

cake decorating. I've been doing it since 1980 and some days I think I might want to try to do something else for a living. At my age, just not sure what that might be!

My parents always told me ...

There are three things I remember my mother always saying. One, don't wear underwear with holes in it...you never know when you might have to go to the hospital. Two... And people in hell want ice water. And three...Every time I said "I wish it was Saturday,", or "I wish I was older" my mother would say, "You are going to wish your life away!"

Why I write ...

I've always thought about writing but never did much besides try my hand at poetry. Now, perhaps I'll branch out as I explore helium.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I love reading Star Trek books. For a time, I bought every one as it came from the publishers. I also like reading Joyce Meyer and Joel Osteen. As for listening, during the day, I listen to Klove, a contemporary Christian radio station. I also listen to it during the night...it helps to drown out hubbies snoring!

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Guardian angels

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I was sitting in the vision center getting my new pair of glasses. Frames in small, medium and large; in dark, light and designer styles surrounded me. As the sales clerk checked the fit, I started, noticing a being in the mirror. Tall and imposing, he radiated light that seemed to come from within.

I closed my eyes, counting to ten, and decided to ignore him for the moment. I could hear the hustle and bustle of shoppers. Everything seemed normal. I opened my eyes again and he was still there, waiting and watching.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Where did you come from? And why are you here...

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