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I'm in my late thirties and still feel as insecure as a child. I've always felt like I was on the outside looking in and could be in a room of people and feel utterly alone. As a child I talked with my imaginary friends and created fictional lives for each

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Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values How to become a better person: 4 of 107

Those who fail to plan, plan to fail. While each plan to become a better person will vary according to the individual there are a few elements that are essential to any plan to become a better person. Cultivate a humble attitude. None of us know everything and every encounter we have with others is an opportunity for betterm...
Entertainment > Movie Genres Good chick flicks: 10 of 40

When I watch a chick flick I like to laugh and cry. The ability to evoke similar emotions from one generation to the next is what makes a chick flick great to me. Based upon this definition I have three favorites. 1. A Walk to Remember Starring: Mandy Moore, Shane West Warning: a single tissue will not be enough when watchin...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Secrets: 7 of 27

Hidden deep within me is the secret of you it whispers of the night we kissed and the chaos breaking around us when you held my hand REFRAIN: I've got a secret so do you kiss me again and they'll not know how we came to be you and me Hidden deep within me is the secret of you twilight embraces tangled in the vows we made to ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Sailing in rough seas: 5 of 15

It's been stormy for a while now. I can't help but remember the last time the waters were calm. You and me, alone, under the sun, draped in each others arms, sipping wine and eating strawberries. I'm startled from my memories by the sharp pain. Blood is rapidly filling the sink. Slicing my hand open on the dirty glass remind...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Running away: 44 of 112

My running shorts are to big but my 2x t-shirt hides that as I lace up my Nikes and begin to stretch my fist in the air It's so maddening to think You might not care. Bending down to touch my toes my hamstring pulls taunt against the bruising knowledge You want me to leave but I will not go without stretching my fist in the ...
Arts & Humanities > History (Other) Mexican history: The Battle of Puebla: 4 of 9

Some might say Napoleon III was a historical loan shark. In late 1861, the French Emperor sent troops to invade Mexico and collect a debt accrued previously by an earlier government. Benito Juarez, the President at the time, had annulled these debts and made a vow not to pay them. On May 5, 1962 the Mexican people fought the...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Deja vu: 12 of 23

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt-the story of my life, I thought as I looked in the back seat at my youngest daughter. I exhaled and chuckled, it was better than the alternative. I had been driving all day, taking my oldest daughter to work, dropping the puppy at the vet's office, and transporting the neighbor kids to ...
Relationships & Family > Newlyweds How to survive newlywed squabbles: 12 of 21

Me and my husband have been married thirteen years. The first couple of years in our marriage were the hardest. Squabbles would be to calm a word to describe what we experienced. Words like tempest, stormy, swells, hurricane, and even tornado come to mind. They seem to come suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere and were over as...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Resignation: 43 of 73

Staring at the Cheerios commercial I blink. chasing away gray suited memories writing bank drafts for the picket fence house that resides amidst the splintered dreams rattling around in the garbage disposal of my mind. Resigned, I sigh and change the channel.
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Betrayal: 52 of 83

Chorus: Sneaking up behind me screaming in my ear slashing my heart and watching me writhe in pain I'm here to please I see you in the mirror the liar smirking at me I see the smile you wear at the expense of tangled passion smelling of sweet sex I see you in the window the lover smirking at me I see the seduction you wear a...