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Nestled in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains is a small town I call home. There must be magic in this place for though I've done my share of traveling, Georgia always calls me back.

I've been writing since childhood and have sold poems and articles

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Marriage: 7 of 111
Sounds of Two Lives Meshing Dawn came in whispering clouds, As soft wind rustled in sunlit trees Church bells peeled with joyfulness, While traditional music vibrated the air. Flickering candles glowed, softly inaudible, As delighted angels hummed with rapture. Echoing memories wove their way into hearts, And joyful tears sl... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Cat ownership experiences: 5 of 58
The Cat Who Loved Me Chigger came into my life one stormy morning as I was leaving work. I rushed from the building, as did forty other employees, wishing to be first out of the parking lot. It was a mad dash we made for our vehicles in the downpour. Then suddenly those in front of me stopped. I looked to see what had caught... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The passing of time: 16 of 161
Time ebbs and flows, as unnoticed and silent it slips away from us. We speak of saving time, making up for lost time and recapturing a time, all to no avail. Once it is gone, it is gone forever. I suppose this is why we should think of time as precious. We are allotted only so much and using it well is a wise thing. Using ou... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Mom & Pop roadside stands: 2 of 15
As I read the title, "Reflections: Mom and Pop Roadside Stands" I was immediately transported to another time, another place. I haen't been there, in reality, for almost sixty years and yet the images, sights and sounds of it all, came rushing in to fill me with the memories of a wonderful time in a small child's life. The y... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Why do women stay with abusers?: 3 of 21
Why do women stay with abusers? The answers will never be understood by many. Those lucky enough to be raised by loving parents who treated them with respect and who showed respect to each other may have a difficult time grasping how this can happen in this age of women's rights. I never understood until I helped start a Bat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feet: 1 of 7
Sweet Little Feet Those sweet little feet I've always loved Carried you places I'd only dreamt of. To far away lands, on distant shores, Down new paths, through mysterious doors You tasted the bitter and sweet of life Met a girl and took her to wife You fought back the tears you wanted to cry When you went to war and saw men... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Family life: Looking back at times gone by: 13 of 77
When looking back at times gone by, my memories are mixed. I remember a time of happiness and peace. I remember a time of brutality and pain. All of this mixes with the memories of America booming after WWII. A time of prosperity. My life was good because we chose to see the positive and lay the negative aside. That is what ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 81 of 391
My Mother I always went to ask her because she always knew The answers to my questions like why the sky was blue Or why is it that sometimes a flower starts to fly? She'd simply say "God make it so" and "that's a butterfly" I also took her all my pain like a skinned up knee Or when someone had been unkind, the hurt inside of... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Life during World War II: 4 of 17
Millie The chilled October breeze rushed through the ancient oak rustling what was left of the leaves and showered a few on the frail woman who sat beneath. A nurse's aide rose from a bench, walked the few steps to the wheelchair where the old woman sat and tucked her shawl more closely around her thin shoulders. "Are you re... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: New year blues: 3 of 12
There I sit on New Years Eve, mulling over the things I didn't do but should have, the things I did do but shouldn't have. It's the same every year. The New Year blues hit me with a reverberating force, sometime during the last day of the year. I rummage through my desk and find my stained and wrinkled list of resolutions, m... More..