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My mother found me many times asleep in the shower, where I would go to write. I would put a blanket down in the shower floor, step in, close the door and start writing.

-As a young girl, I used to shut the world out to write.

My husband found me many times

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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Relationships: 4 of 70

Opposites Attract: It's a good rule when dating, but when two people marry, it becomes something that should warrant new legislation: the "Opposites Attract" law, stating that anyone who marries under this pretense has the right to null and void the deal due to temporary insanity. In my case, I really thought we were on the ...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Betrayal: 7 of 83

What Part of ME Did You Not Get? She sat in their living room in a place she once called home, and went back in time, as she studied the pictures on their wall. Looking at their wedding day photo, she stepped back into the shoes of a young, nave girl, who put her hand in his, and promised her heart to only him; she buried he...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Life: 57 of 316

Where Have All the Good Times Gone As I sit here and ponder where my sex drive has gone, I reflect. I think back to a time of wild, passionate love-making and I see a much younger version of myself in the starring role. I wonder, what on earth has happened to me? Have I maxed out my sex life hit my limit and now it is all ov...
Computers & Technology > Online Shopping & Trade How to improve your buying on eBay: 2 of 8

How to Get Better eBay Buys: I recently found a pair of boots in one in one my favorite catalogs, but they cost $69. I decided to be patient and see if I could find the boots cheaper on eBay. So I did a search for Skechers Wraparound boots and waited: Nothing. A few days passed and I began to grow impatient. In the meantime,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 169 of 633

Still to my daughter Happy birthday baby. Bye bye my sweet love. Miss you much, And think of you still. Never far from my heart, Ever present in my spirit, My arms ache for you still. I do not understand, I do not question, I cry alone, But I rejoice in you still.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 152 of 440

Between the Sheets I was watching some news show that had this lady who was supposed to know a bed making method for people on the go, now making the bed is a task I just hate to do, so I listened intently to this timesaving, bed making breakthrough, Before you get out of bed, take the covers and pull them over your head; Sp...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Relationships: 8 of 19

Fried Bologna Breakfast: Many couples have their moment of "Hmmm, what have I gotten myself into," over differences in religion, irritating in-laws, finances, etc. Well our first flash of the "So this is how it is going to be," came the first day I made breakfast, oh about the first day home from our honeymoon. Now, since my...
Religion & Spirituality > Religion & Spirituality (Other) Does religion divide or segregate people: 19 of 35

End of the World: I remember the very moment I realized I was going to die and could very likely go to hell for all the bad things I had done. I was almost five years old and devastated to learn of my fate. I mean, really, my life had only just begun. We were having a family dinner at my Grandma's house and the topic was (as...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Meaning of life: 68 of 96

The Small Stuff: "Don't sweat the small stuff." I have heard it all my life. Unfortunately, I feel like all I have had lately in life is the big stuff. For a change, I think I would like the luxury of sweating the small stuff. When my son was three, I got pregnant with a daughter. Midway through the pregnancy, I found out so...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sexual abuse therapy: 21 of 27

Molested She screamed but it was too late. She cried but no tears came. She threw a tantrum but no one could hear her now. She pulled her hair; she scratched her arms; she banged her head but she just couldn't get that dirty little girl out of her life.