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I am a 30-something year old wife and mother of five who recently became a first time grandmother. I am also a registered nurse, and make jewelry on the side. My hobbies include writing (of course), music, painting (although I'm not very good), and cooking

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flowers: 3 of 162
FIRST LOTUSThe first lotus are blooming now.Their strong, slender stalks gently sway.Fuschia pinks and buttery yellowsnod high above the black surfaceof the placid pond.Blanketing the water,large, round pads of glossy greenslowly uncurl themselves,the damselflies flittingfrom one to another.Behind them, soft breathsof balmy b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wishes: 3 of 101
THE WISHING WELLThe storekeeper had no dreams to sell,so I bought a wish from the wishing well.The water was cool and dark and deep.The well was full of secrets to keep.I looked to the bottom, then with a grin,I quickly tossed my penny in.I closed my eyes and scratched my head,"I wish I was something else", I said."If I was a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 10 of 303
WASTED GIRLShe stood outside the motel room,her head resting wearily on the door.Her skin was pale and blue-veined,and her haunted eyes dartedfrom me to the floor.Her man of the hour fumbledwith the key,his thick gold bracelet swingingin the air.She clung to the wallwith a claw-like hand,and fixed me with a vacant stare.Her b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feminism: 1 of 22
WHAT A WOMAN WANTSDon't treat me like a man.I know that's what you think,that we want to wear pantsand be the boss,thinking we can do it all.We can, you know.I don't wantto be treated like a man,I am nothing like a man.I am soft, rounded, more gentle.I have a far greater chanceof appreciating beauty,hearing the music in poetr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 30 of 505
SOMETHING COMPELS MESomething compels meto write down the wordswhich, spoken aloud,would never be heard.Something compels meto spill out in inkthe wandering notionsI sometimes think.The pen that I holdis my outlet of choice.It gives life to thought,lends an alternate voice.The paper beneathhas a listening ear,accepting of eve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spring: 13 of 200
THE GREENINGThe rays of sunlight glancingoff the flat surface of the pond,soft breezes caressing new rushes likeunseen fingers stroking the hairof a newborn,the unfurling green of the lotus,lying flat and round on the waterdark beneath,the whispering of young cattailsbobbing on the banks,the morning glory vinescrambling up th... More..
Relationships & Family > Romance & Sexuality A study says students with higher IQs are less likely to be sexually active: 4 of 53
Sexual activity in the teen and young adult community has little to do with the intelligence quotient. Intelligence is something a person is born with. Wisdom, however, is a learned quality, one that is needed to make the decision to have or not to have sex. A person's IQ determines that person's ability to learn, it does not... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 15 of 172
BLINDEDThere's this womanthat I know...very smart and witty,not exactly beautiful,but really quite prettyin a natural,home-grown sort of way.She has three great kids,a good job,a couple of dogs,and an alcoholic husband.She's friendly, outgoing, compassionate, andshe has this really beautiful smilethat she shares with everyone... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You: 2 of 21
HOMEWARDYou walked into a wastelandwith the sun in your wake,and the breath of lifeon your lips.You gathered the shadowsin the palm of your hand,and blew them awaywith a kiss.The heat of your touchchased the cold of the day,and the still, damp chillof the night.You flashed your smilethrough the darkness,and flooded my soulwit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Daydreams: 5 of 47
DAYDREAMSOn the cool green grass I lazebasking in the warm sunrays,dreaming oft of yesterdays.Barefoot in the hills I'd run,soaking up the summer sun,free and wild, when I was young.The clean scent of the sand pines,the place the deer-trail unwinds,the thorny blackberry vines,exploring crystal clear streams,casting for catfis... More..