: About Me

I'm a freelance writer and full time parent. I live and breath for my children and the shear joy I get from music, poetry, great literature and my writings.

I am a strong supporter of Cancer Research, having lost my grandmother and mother to the disease as well as being a survivor of breast cancer. Cancer is a disease which shows no bias and has affected and taken from me some of the finest people ... people that I love deeply.

I have a fascination with the after life and I'm always searching for answers from God as to what his criteria is for taking yet another of my loved ones.

I believe in karma. I believe in love at first site and I believe in reincarnation... although I'm always open to new information and remain open minded retaining a woman's prerogative to change my opinion.

I can sit and listen to the rain and wind for hours without moving, I skip stones in the lake with my daughter, I play video games with my son. I am a Christian always and I hold conservative political views with a dash of liberalism thrown in.

I love country music, travel and my friends. I also love a good debate.

My passion is ...

My children, music, writing and life

I know too much about ...

Nothing...there's always more to learn

My parents always told me ...

To be loved you must learn how to give love

My childhood ambition ...

To be a police officer

My favorite memory ...

All of my memories hold a special place in my heart

Why I write ...

Words..there is nothing more beautiful than well strung words

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I'm listening to Joe Nichols new CD ~ Real Things ~ and I have to say its absolutely awesome!

My first job ...

In a burger joint I think

My best moment ...

Every time I wake up... I'm always grateful and delighted by that

My inspiration ...

Life... every emotion, every song, every tree, every movement....

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Night

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She could see him standing with his back to the room, staring out of the window into the dark parking lot. He had one hand in his pocket and from her vantage point laying in the hotel room bed, she watched his head slowly dip as he took a long drag from his cigarette before slowly exhaling. Silently she slipped from under the covers and walked over to him, sliding her arms around his waist. "I wasn't sure you'd come. Why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she laid her head against his back, feeling the heat of his body against her cheek. He turned in her arms and leaned over to butt his bur...

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