: About Me

I am a stay at home, mother. I have been homeschooling my children for the past 8 years, plus preschool.

Until recently, my husband had four children in our home. The three youngest were adopted with multiple special needs. They were removed from our home three weeks ago under false allegations of abuse, of which we are innocent. We are fighting the ministry to have them returned.

My passion has always been children. I aspire to gain a degree in child psychology, especially for my own knowledge, but also to help troubled or special needs children.

I absolutely love to write. It is my choice form of communication.

I enjoy designing houses, knitting, and taking my children to amusement parks. I love to see my children laugh.

I adore animals of all types. We currently have 2 cats - Chiku (age 12) and China (age 10) as well as 2 rabbits, and 6 guinea pigs.

I am allergic to eggs, feathers, and grass.

I am Christian, and whenever facing trials such as the one my family is in now, I look for the good that can come out of it. For "God works all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose." Nothing can separate me from His love, and that is where my hope comes from.

My passion is ...

children

I know too much about ...

fetal alcohol spectrum disorder

My childhood ambition ...

To be a mother.

My favorite memory ...

Going to amusement parks with my children.

Why I write ...

To express myself and be creative.

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

my 12 year old son humming.

My first job ...

licensed family childcare providor

My best moment ...

When my children were brought home.

My inspiration ...

The Bible, Jesus, God, Joseph, Job, Daniel, Paul, Jonah

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds

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Pictures behind closed eyes I am frightened yet I strain to see Scarred reminders of my past Hidden deep within my memory Who is here to listen To the unspoken words I cry? Who will hear my story? I can't speak, but I will try Will you help me forget the days That long ago have passed? Do I have to remember the first day Before I forget the last? It has been a long and narrow road Led on by an unseen hand And all the pain I've suffered through Was caused by the sin of man Pictures behind closed eyes I'm frightened yet I strain to see Scarred reminders of my past Hidden deep within my memory

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