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Tessie H is the married mother of 3 children and a special education teacher in a suburban middle school on the east coast. Her pen name came from a cheesy movie and a middle school crush. When she's not on the internet, she is either working or running the

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inside my purse: 1 of 106

Inside my purse, I kept my life Through pictures, credit cards, and checks, Old business cards from lovers past, Stale Life Savers stuck to cards. Inside my purse, you'd see my life In my awkward license shot, In the gift cards still unspent, In the crumpled appointment slips. Inside my purse, there was my life But now that ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The girl in the window: 2 of 25

The kids in the neighborhood had called her "the girl in the window." That was all they'd ever seen of her, a pale, freckled face with short blond hair framed in glass in the small end unit of the townhouse community. She never came outside to play, didn't get on the bus, didn't come sledding in the winter, didn't swim at th...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Taking the bus: 6 of 52

"...and THAT is when I realized that he fancied himself RuPaul," said the short, chunky lady just to my left on that long bus ride home. I had been inadvertently been caught in the middle of her conversation with the woman across from me, as she relayed her tale of finding out that this "he" was a cross dresser. ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Halloween: 7 of 51

It was the hottest Halloween on record, but Sylvie didn't care. The Indian summer that sometimes stifled the cold November winds had come early, mid-October, and stuck around. The usual chills of autumn's winds had been replaced by a muggy humidity that seemed to linger like a pall around the town. That was of no concern to ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Weddings: 2 of 13

Of all life's little events she was forced to endure, Kathy hated weddings probably most of all. At thirty-two, she had seen her share, blushing brides in $5000 ornate wedding gowns gazing lovingly into the eyes of their beloved grooms, who resembled upright monkeys in their rented tuxes. Oh, there were the vows,...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Sisterhood: 7 of 44

The relationship between sisters is probably the most paradoxical relationship in the universe. Your sister is your best friend, she is your competition, she is your conscience, she is that little voice that tempts you into bad things,she is your confidante, she is your hated enemy. I am the "big sister" in the relationship....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The school bus: 2 of 11

A society all its own With those more treasured in the back Hiding from the despot's eye As he can only see three rows back In that tiny rear view mirror He cannot see crimes committed As those with the power to rule Sovereign over those who can't. A microcosm of real world Politics played with each passing day As those in p...
Parenting & Pregnancy > Childhood Development Tips for raising successful children: 4 of 20

I have 3 children ranging in age from 5 to 12 ("almost 13," he'd say). While I do not claim to be the "perfect parent" (and who is?), I have received compliments on how well behaved my children are. In my opinion, they are successful children, but that did not come without mistakes made. I have my own suggestions, some being...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Pets: 32 of 127

I have a neurotic parakeet. Now, I know you bird owners will probably sympathize with me, since I think there are a lot of neurotic birds out there (just watch them outside your window-squawking over that piece of trash that fell out of the can you dragged to the curb for pickup). However,I never fancied myself a bird owner,...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Death of a parent: 12 of 38

She'd been dreaming happy dreams when the doorbell rang that early morning. Dreams where Mom was healthy again. Dreams where Dad and Mom were taking the children on another summer vacation to the beach. That doorbell had interrupted those dreams, and she knew...even at twelve years old...she knew what the sound of the doorbe...