: About Me

Who am I?

Live and work in a small midwestern town near Chicago, teaching Chemistry.

Not terribly much inclined to toot my own horn or tell much about me.

Love to read and write, as do we all who visit Helium.

My passion is ...

teaching

I know too much about ...

Norwegian genealogy

My parents always told me ...

that I could be anything I wanted to be if I worked hard enough.

My childhood ambition ...

ballerina, horsewoman, queen

My favorite memory ...

can't be determined until 30 seconds before I die

Why I write ...

because I am an introvert who thinks like an extrovert and this helps me express myself

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

The Frames...go see the movie "Once" if you can!

My first job ...

selling popcorn on the corner for the Rotary in the dead of winter. Kind of like the little match girl.

My best moment ...

is now

My inspiration ...

was my father, my mother, a couple of my professors, and NASA

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Physical abuse

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Sweet adrenalin shakes my soul with its searing soaring highs, pitching the catgut tighter, keening the bow upon my nerves in one more virtuoso performance. I wait to disintegrate, anticipating the delicate plucking of your angry fingers on my lesser self; ready in the aftermath of anger to be released on winds of pain, a white flurry of dandelion seed.

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