I am a 24-year-old wife and mother of two boys (four and two). I write in my spare time and hope to be a full time Graphic Artist soon!
+ more bio informationThe little rose looks upto the mighty tree aboveFilled with adoration andhero-worship love.How can one be so tall?How can one be so grand?While I bend with dew,A storm he can stand.While I have but a few small leaves,Look at the canopy he has made.I how a wish I were a tree,so grand, so tall so brave.The tall old tree looks d... More..
As unique individuals, it is illogical to believe that we will get along with or even like everyone we meet. While there is nothing wrong with disliking someone, when that dislike affects your ability to perform in your job, school, or everyday life, it becomes a problem. It is how we overcome these problems that really give ... More..
Should I whisper, speak softly in your ear?Should I tell you words only you should hear?Or should I mute my voice and never say a word?Should I love you silently so no one can be hurt?Should I touch you, with fingers hot as fire . . .Should I tempt you, fill you with desire?Or should I stand back and love you from afar. . .Sh... More..
I had waited for him as long as I'd livedAnd now he was laying in my armsI thanked God for his choice, was charmed and rejoicedWith the baby he thought fit to give.He was strong and so sweet, more than I'd dreamed,And his blankets and eyes were both blue.He cried and he wailed and in his clenched fist he held,All my hopes, an... More..
The cool light washed over the tombstone.On fake flowers that almost looked real.Bought with love and affection,But not nice enough for someone to steal.She hoped they would be there in the morning.She didn't want his grave to be bare.Although she couldn't recall him,She prayed that he knew she still cared.Her grandmother now... More..
The line between good and bad was thinned out and blurred a long time ago. Sometimes "bad" things are done for the right reasons or a "good" deed is done under false pretenses. Most often, we are all to far into the gray area to pass any judgment on another. However, most people still feel the need to categorize others into g... More..
My life was a broken mirror.The shattered shards littered the floor.Each reflecting a girl full of fear.And the face of a child ignored.I spent so many years trying to repair it.Not seeing that the shards cut and sliced.Then I realized the pieces would no longer fit,And I shook the Earth with my cries.I placed the empty frame... More..
CUCUMBER SALAD 1 lg. cucumberDRESSING 1:1-2 tbsp. salad oil1-2 tbsp. vinegarPinch of salt1 tsp. finely chopped herbsPeel the cucumber, starting at the tip and work towards the talk. Cut into fine slices. Mix with one of the salad dressing.DRESSING 2:1-2 tbsp. salad oil1-2 tbsp. vinegarPinch of saltA little sugar2 tbsp. sour c... More..
Someone once told me that the emotional ties we make to other people are all in our head. I disagree. I think that they go further than that. I believe these ties go into our minds, our chemical makeup, and our souls.When my son was about six months old, my husband joined the air force. The day he was set to leave, we had to ... More..
The word is a mighty thing, often much mightier than the deed. By nature we are given the ability to speak at an early age and by nurture we are taught to use it. As adults, how we choose to use speech to interact with each other gives great insight into our character and our mind. Those who choose to speak in a manner that i... More..
Lindsey Stell
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