: About Me

The biography of Betty j. Anderson

I just want to say thanks to my brother who inspired me to write when I was 13 years old I wrote my first play when I was 17 it was written back in may.23/1985 it is a great honor to have my work online.I have written other stories, and poems I have my god to thank my deepest thoughts are related to those who enjoy the writing I have three children all young adults, and 5 grand girls age 9,9,5,4,7 they are my hopes and dreams for writing this book to leave be hide a legacy I have publish a poem by the name of a secret pain of the heart I know all these secrets right' publish by Charles j. palmer with creative arts and science enterprises new York post I wrote a short story for St. john Baptist church the story entitle Betty's dream. I wrote a speech for Howard community college1999 also I wrote a poem at community college of Baltimore called Reaching that Goal it was publish in the school papers written a speech for my young son mentor group for church the speech was entitle young boys becoming men became a Sunday school teacher at the church of St. john united Methodist Presbyterian participated as a teacher aide at Mary E. Roadman Elementary School in MD also received in appreciation of devoted and service award for participation on the School board council advisory at Malcolm X Elementary school 1980 received certificate of award from Northeast Middle school for parent Involvement song on the choir at St. John Baptist church I played introduction music on keyboard at Ash berry united Methodist Church Attend Fredrick Douglas high school and graduated in Maryland when free time I played keyboard at senior care day care center and spoke on behave of faith, angels and god my mother use to be a gospel singer she song a lot of places but she did not tell me to mush about it. Bless her soul she remembered me taking my sister and brother pencils when they put them down I will collect them and they will be looking for me my grand father was my mother's High school Principal I can go on and on about my life history so I just want to thank my service representative he was kind, patient he kelp in contact with me when I needed them. Writing is like art you see the picture and you paint it only you see in your mind the beauty, the colors the words, we all have a destiny and I just realized what mines are after so many years I waited for my hopes, and dreams and it just pass me by only because I did not know what I had inside of me there is so many things we can do if we put our minds to what is it we want to do? If it wasn't for my sister the my writing will be still in my closet collecting dust like my other books she believe in me and in my writing. when I was in high school I became close to becoming school president I came in second place I like to create invention ideas I'm working on an invention and hope that one day it will be patent and in markets Some times we need a little push from those we love they give us encouragement, support, and hope you create a image and it will work with you all the way to the end like all kinds of books, not just poems it gives me great pleasure to say to all my readers thank you I hope that you enjoyed the writing in the art form there stands a character you teach that character learn it and feed it by putting words in to it .and it becomes a life form or fiction she is now created in to what you wanted her to be. I guess all writers see it that way then you see and start to realize that's when your characters and the book come to life.
Betty j. Anderson

Betty Anderson

My parents always told me ...

My mother always told me to treat people with a silver spoon because you never know when you might need help

My childhood ambition ...

I always wanted to be a teacher when I was a young girl and we played School I was the teacher I beleave in being a leader, My father use to call me Bet, short for Betty

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom

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WHERE DO TIME GO? everyday is the same as before just like day before yesterday where do time go? I was just playing with my friends we played with dolls, and marbles we ate cakes, and cookies mama made lemonade, fried chicken green beans, and potato salad where do time go? now I waken from my past my hair is fine gray, my body is not as strong as it was before my eyes are brown still the color of daddy's little girl time don't leave why are you in a hurry? just wait just a little while longer time held me by the hand and we walked though memory lane time smell good, taste good time whispe...

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