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In May 2001, I earned my B.A. in English at the University of Maryland University College European Division. Prior to my college degree, I worked as a typesetter, electronics technician, and a military contractor.

My publishing credits include Bibliophilos,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mothers who kill: 2 of 3
Modern Medeas: Susan Smith drowns her two sons - an attempt to start a new life with a new man; Andrea Yates drowns her five children - postpartum depression; wife, Annastasia Tondee drowns her newborn and places the body in a plastic container; and Marilyn Lemack mourns her frenzy, smothering three - a drastic revenge - sin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Final endings: 2 of 3
To the End My love, wiping the spittle, the sweat, I watch the light die in your eyes. I mourn all that you are to me. I mourn all that I am to you. You say we'll meet at the other side- I don't believe you. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer: 85 of 125
A Summer's Day She licks the strawberry - a young girl - a lollipop Mother's voice blurs - fluffy clouds - float in the distance. "Lazy hands are the devil's work." Rests under a shaded cliff More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A Halloween mystery: 17 of 25
When Mark looked out the window Halloween morning, he noticed the fog sliding across the lawn, leaving a filthy gray stain. At the edge of the lawn, he saw a dead body. At first he thought it was a lump or maybe a dead animal. When he went outside to take his dog for a walk, he found a naked body curled near the fence. He pu... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Trick or treating: 7 of 10
Halloween was the start of the holidays when I was growing up. It was a time of textures: baking pies, cookies, costumes, decorations, ghost, and goblins. Before the Halloween trick-or-treating hour, the baking smells would permeate the house. It was this time of year that we rented a TV and watched movies derived from Edgar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The old tree: 7 of 10
The Old Tree What a beautiful old cottonwood; clothed in ivy with new green leaves scattered among the old red ones. How like my own life- clothed in beauty with new hope scattered among the old dreams. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Living in a dream: 43 of 61
My brains are shaken, not stirred My lips are worn, not ripe My eyes have lost their shine I live on chemo and dreams- More..
Food & Drink > Recipes (Other) Quick and easy dinners: 12 of 17
Easy Grilled BBQ Chicken We live in the high desert: northern Nevada. Even though this area is in the high-altitudes, it gets really hot in the July and August about 110 degrees. So to keep our apartment cool and give me a rest from cooking, my husband will light the barbecue chips and make this recipe. I have it marinating ... More..
Autos > Buying Cars (Other) What to be wary of when buying a car: 5 of 7
Be wary about buying a used car. Always take a mechanic. When the ad says "as is," it really means that you can't even give it back even if it is a clunker. Be very wary. However, in my forty plus years of life, I have never bought a new car. I have had various different models: VW rabbit, Mercedes 200, Chrysler, Mustang, an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 115 of 158
Alas, Ceres This year I missed the breathless expectation of spring buds, birds, bulbs - renewing life I rushed in my twenty-first century transport to get a job, rushed to buy clothes rushed to see the newest movies rushed to feed and house myself rushed to buy security And so, I missed spring. More..