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About me - Annie Farfum

I love to read, and I guess my love for reading, brought me to my love for writing. At 51, I've had enough experiences to feel I have something to share.

I am a published song writer. I am also currently working on a relationship book.

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Self-reflection: 33 of 298

When ever I feel that time is moving too fast, I sit in a quiet place, and I close my eyes. I go back to simple times in my life, my childhood. I was fortunate to have a very loving, good childhood, so going back there in thought, feels wonderful. I remember the details of events as best as I can. Playing with friends, vacat...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Excitement: 1 of 8

Breathless excitement desires enticement hearts fluttering wings lift your spirit to sing Locked in embrace hands holding face lips tender explore your soul aching for more Precious, fragile and true deep inside the center of you sharing, forgiving, so blessed love, our life long quest Filled to capacity forgoing our chastit...
Relationships & Family > Couple Communication The importance of communication in relationships: 13 of 34

Without communication you have no relationship. However the real question is 'how' you communicate, and do you understand how your partner communicates. If you communicate in different ways, it's the same as speaking two different languages. Your partner has to understand how you make your point, how you express your thought...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Being the adult child of divorced parents: 10 of 24

I'm writing this as a divorced parent. We have three children, now mostly grown, but at the time we decided to separate, my youngest was just 4. I read these articles, and my heart breaks once again, as it did that day we sat our three children down to talk to them about how their lives was about to change. We both called ou...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 484 of 1148

Ice packed ground ... hard solid ground as darkness in long shadows fall Full moon rises for the cold forgotten walking down the silent hall The walk is short ... so very short no real path that leads to hell now swollen lips lay silent sleeping with no more secrets left to tell No time to waste ... none at all for time is f...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A man I know: 7 of 16

Hands that held me with a gentle strength Hands that protected me at any length Hands that clapped for me in joyful praise Hands that disciplined me through each crazy phase Hands that at times wiped away my tears Hands that held together our family in prayers Hands now aged and wrinkled with time Hands of a father who's lov...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Breaking up: 92 of 200

With my head in my hands and my heart on my sleeve I'm watching you go, baby why must you leave me, like this What am I gonna do? I stare out the window as your car pulls away wondering if my life will ever be the same, without you What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do when the nights get lonely? What am I gonna do under th...
Education > Homeschooling How to keep house and teach your children, too: 4 of 8

One of the main benefits of home schooling is the opportunity it provides to use everything in our daily lives to teach our children. Shopping at the grocery store involves price shipping, and following a budget, which is a great math lesson. Running errands are like field trips, and should always include something to learn ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 107 of 166

Bitter torn shreds of blue cold tunnels swirl out of control thrown aside in raging winds fighting in my stormy soul Cold hands grasp the slippery rail and waters break across my back hold fast the seas that lift and fall nothing helps when dark sky's crack My world is crashing all around me beaten down the wind pushes hard ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Signs from a loved one who has passed to the other side: 23 of 29

I have experienced visitations in my dreams, from loves ones who have passed. The way I knew it was more than just a dream was how it effects all of my senses. During a period of a year or so, after a friend of mine passed in her early 20s, I would dream of her and I playing in the front yard, as we did a lot while growing u...