I'm a hairdresser, painter,write poems,teach sing at prisons. And just more or less jump into anything where writing is involed.
+ more bio informationSometimes it is easier to talk to someone else than it is to talk to your mother or step for in this case.I got involved in this child's life when he was five years old. His sister and him hang out at my beauty salon everyday. She took care of my tanning bed,so she could use it. He would drink coffee with me and I let him ru... More..
When I was a teenager my dad was very ill.He was a preacher,but he did not beg for money like some do now. We hardly had anything to eat.Sometimes I did not have too many clothes to wear.We ate a lot of fish and mom really made good biscuits and water gravy.We was nearly out of everything in the kitchen and mom was crying an... More..
Just recently I have learned a hard lesson for a grandparent.My grandson and his mother have not got along for the whole senior year thing.Seems like to me she was always on his case about something and I was always there for him.I would try to talk to her and she would tell me off. I got so tired of hearing oh Mother, you a... More..
What is out there in the night, hiding so gracefully from my sight. Is it the wind blowing the trees or is it a stranger larking on his knee's. My hair is standing up on my back and the moon is in lack,as I'm trying to find my key's. It is so dark I can almost feel it breathing down on me thu the trees. Help ,help me I think... More..
RODNEY He was eighteen years old and very loved. He took his own life one night stars shining bright. His grandma loved him,it was a horrible sight. Family and friends gather in the night. Oh, they did never no how his life would end. There was something deep inside him that kept pushing him to bend. The flowers where beauti... More..
Never plan for tomorrow, you just never know. What will happen the next day, can I tell you more. One day everything is coming up roses, and the next day is crap. God has a real sense of humor, my family knows well. We are here today and gone tomorrow, one is in the bed and the other is taken, one is born and the other one d... More..
- - Before God form me in my mothers womb he knew me. He even knew I would be born under an old cedar tree. A little shack by the R & R railroad track ,what a jubilee. My mother almost died having me ,you see. But my aunt Laurie was on her knee. She was praying that life would come into thee. Down under that old tree God hea... More..
My father was a wonderful singer,piano player and preacher.I remember if he really wanted your attention he wore a huge ring on his finger and when he was preaching or singing he would get so excited about it he would slap that ring on the top of the altar. If you was asleep ,you would soon wake. He loved to sing Amazing Gra... More..
I grew up in church and went my mother and father got killed in a car wreck,I was so out of it.When things used to happen to me I would always call on mother to pray for me.Even tho I was raised in church I didn't really know how to ask God for what I needed. That also is the problem. We ask God for what we want instead of a... More..
There is a lot I would like to say about this war,but these people have always fought against their selves and always will,know matter how many men and women we sent over there and bring back in body bags.First of all there will always be war until our LORD makes his appearance and thats just the way it is. Only God will sto... More..
Sallie Sisk
Alvord, Texas US
Articles Written: 71
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