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I am a mother to four children, each from a different planet. I work as a seamstress during the day, a transcriptionist at night and write during the gaps. You will see my name on the cover of a pretty good novel one day and you can say you knew me when....

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Paranormal: 7 of 79
The Ghosts Have Come OutsideThere were places in the house that the family avoided after dark. No mention was ever made of ghosts or haunts, spirits or evil for that would acknowledge their fear. No one could remember how long the house had been in the family or how they had obtained it. It was at one time a spectacular prope... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Struggle in life: 12 of 128
It's hard to sleep when the darkness behind your eyelids is heavier than the absence of the sun. I long to slip into oblivion but am worried that I won't be able to find my way back into the light of day and there is so much I would miss. I feel like Gatsby's boat beating against the tide, on and on, on and on. Nobody ever to... More..
Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) Tips and tricks for the lazy gardener: 2 of 19
Plastic flowers. No, I'm just kidding. Being that I AM lazy but love gardens, I have mastered the art of lazy gardening. My research was comprised of seeking out old house lots. I mean those old blank spaces on country roads with a driveway and a precarious barn, but no house. What is usually left, in my part of the country (... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life: 30 of 275
The child's father placed a hat upon her head and went back to his newspaper. It was a movement like scratching an invisible itch or swatting at a biting fly, automatic and instinctual. Laura saw no motive in his action, for there was none to be seen and she wondered what it felt like to be cared for like that little girl. Pe... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Death of a pet: 6 of 53
ChetI have had many a dog in my life. I have no fear of death, I understand the relief in a last panting breath because my mother let me have dogs. At 7 years old, I watched my dog chase after the snow plow, try to stop and... well you can imagine. We had to have a mutt put down because he bit. We lived in the sticks, euthana... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Poverty: 4 of 29
I was a pretty observant kid, but I never knew we were poor. Perhaps it was because I grew up in a town where most families had even less than us. If you have the sniffles and stand next to a man in his last stages of lung cancer, which of you is sick? There was one child in my class who didn't come to school for a week becau... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autism: 4 of 27

A Song for My Prince, My SonA boy with no voice has taught me to singA penniless pauper has made me his KingIt isn't in story books, this life that we leadsometimes so weary our wounds cannot bleedI wanted perfection, a face carved in stonebut the chisel went missing, the vision was goneSome pieces were missing and some didn'... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: For children: 41 of 223
Shelby Sue's Brother the ArtistShelby Sue is very proud of her litle brother. Before today she just thought he was a pain, but her Mom explained to her that he is the way he is because he is ARTISTIC.He sees the world in a different way than anybody else. Shelby Sue's family went to a museum and Shelby's brother liked the rev... More..
Relationships & Family > New & Old Friends Harsh realities: Outgrowing friendships: 48 of 124
My eight-year old recently asked me who my best friend was. After thinking about it for a minute, I gave her hug and said that she was. After running off to do what she does, I sat there nursing my coffee and thought of the friendships I've had and lost. Some have just drifted away with no bad feelings and no real sorrow at t... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Life: 59 of 149
Singing the Blues in Jesus ShoesDoggie's voice interrupted her dream. Abby pulled the pillow over her head and tried to ignore him. "Lul gurrl?" He slurred close to where her head should have been. "Go away, Doggie. I'm tryin' to sleep." His hands grabbed her up from the bed. "C'mon, me and Johnny gotta go get sumpin. Wouldn'... More..