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I am raising 3 daughters on my own, my oldest will be 17 in December, my youngest will be 6 in December, and the one in the middle will be 7 in March. I've been freelance writing for about 7 years, and finally I am finally able to dedicate myself to my writing

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 3 of 492

Pages I have carried with me, through every town I chose to flee into every house I tried to make my home the only thing that is just my own Years would pass sometimes when I would not write one line Because of shame, or circumstance or I just hadn't had the chance cardboard boxes filled with pages of unfinished thoughts and...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 70 of 549

I BELIEVE When I look back upon the years I wonder who I might have been if I had chosen differently then but there's no point in tears it's too late to change the past and I'm not sure I would I believe I did the best I could with the questions I was asked I tried to do what was right when the choice was up to me sometimes ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 134 of 596

Title: Spiritual beliefs Article: My path through life... Of the paths through life that I was given from which to choose, I may have taken a few that were better left untraveled. Perhaps I took a road or two without assessing the terrain, but all will eventually lead me to my destiny, even if I will arrive somewhat worse fo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 102 of 419

Leaving Leaving this time Was the only choice I had, When I looked in the mirror I couldn't see myself When I looked at our children, I wondered what they saw When they looked at me And I was afraid that they Didn't see me either because I didn't know who I was I was hiding behind so much Guilt at who I had been and I was so...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 158 of 416

Me Memories of the person I wanted to be hiding Behind dreams hanging Just out of reach showing Glimpses of the future I wanted to give To the children Who learn from the Mistakes that I made Because I was afraid Of failing so I never Tried to be the person That I should have been If I had only reached For the dreams that I ...
Relationships & Family > Children & Divorce Tips for helping children deal with divorce: 34 of 86

When The Marriage Is Over, the Family Is Not Making the decision to end your marriage is never an easy one even though it may simply be the one that is best for everyone involved. One of the most important considerations during the divorce process will be your children. Learning ways that you can help them cope will go a lon...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Survival: 25 of 56

This time I have left our life before But this time I did not waver I am not afraid of being myself Any more I have learned from my mistakes I am going to succeed, My dreams are mine to chance Only I can fail at any task I undertake In order to be the kind of mother That I want to be, first I have To be the person that I wan...
Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenting (Other) The truth behind "child protection reform": 6 of 12

It is true that that the system needs to be fixed. It is also true that many mistakes are made, and that sometimes good parents lose their children because of one moment of bad judgment, or an action committed by someone else, or because of an accident that was nobody's fault. It is also true that the men and women who work ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Starting over after divorcing: 46 of 77

I finally gathered what was left of my self esteem, and my courage, packed only what was just mine, grabbed the hands of my children, and left my life behind. My life at that time mainly consisted of my husband, and what he thought, what he wanted. I used to have goals, dreams of the person I wanted to be...when I finally ha...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hometowns: 20 of 31

I did the majority of my growing up in South Milwaukee Wisconsin. From most of the houses I lived in, it was only a 15 minute walk to Grant Park, from there you only had to walk down to the Yacht Club, and jump the fence if you wanted to be alone on the beach. I spent a lot of time on the "not for public use" side of that fe...