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I am the mother of a 20 year old son and a 17 year old daughter. I was born and raised in the shadow of the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia. I am a Licensed Practical Nurse although I haven't worked in 15 years but I do stay up to date in case I need it in

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Kissing: 1 of 63
You once said our lips were made for one another,Just like our hearts, souls, and hands.It is your kiss that I crave,Never that of any other man.Your kisses are the only thing,That can ease an ever increasing thirst,And, at the same time, awaken a hunger inside of me,Unlike any other, for you are the first.So kiss me with all... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Moments of clarity: 1 of 40
Toni was sitting in her favorite spot. She had found it when she first moved there and would go there frequently when things were bad and she just needed to get away.It was just a rock in the woods where she could sit, secluded from everyone. In the distance she could see the mountains and enjoy their beauty.Today she just re... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: What I am thankful for: 1 of 39
Over the past 8 years I have lost so many things. I have lost my Grandmother who was also my best friend. My cousin, his mother and a nephew all in the same year. The children of two of my friends, one of which had grown up with my children.My kids were taken away from me. The majority of my family no longer has anything to d... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Wedding stories: 1 of 36
"Decided how you're going to wear your hair yet?" Sami asked walking in the bedroom."No," I sighed.Taking the brush from my hand she began brushing my hair. "How does Daddy like it best?""Either down or in a paony tail," I said smiling as I thought of Tony.We had met just over two years earlier online. To most people we were ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Frustration: 9 of 267
Knowing you are hurtingNot being able to ease your painNeeding to be there for youAs much as I need to be for myselfNot being able to hold you closeOr look into your eyesAs I whisper I love youWanting nothing more than to share my life with youNeeding to be in your armsOnly wanting to share your painLetting you know my love i... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Playing with Barbie dolls: 1 of 25
As a little girl, dolls and tea sets were the furthest thing from my mind. I much preferred to play with my cowboys and Indians, or be outside riding my horse or seeing what I could find walking in the woods or up the creek bank.I wasn't interested in playing dress up, having babies to take care of or any of the other "girlie... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The reason for my tears: 4 of 91
There's a million reasons for the tears I cryA reason for each one that fallsOne for every joy and every fearOne for every name I've been calledTears for the loseOf those I loveWho have gone to their rewardIn heaven aboveTears of a childhoodLeft behindWhen life seemed simplePeople more kindTears of joyOn the day of my childre... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Fear: 2 of 44
I have often heard my Dad tell people that I wasn't "smart enough to be scared of anything". Now, I do want to say at this point, that he in no way meant this in a bad way. He only meant that he believed I had the inner strength to deal with anything I was faced with.Many times that strength was put to the test, both physical... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Fear: 2 of 40
Horror, terror, fright, trepidation, anxiety, dread, scared...no matter the word, the emotion and feeling is the same. Fear, according to Webster's Dictionary, by definition, is the anticipation of danger.There are, like with any thing different levels, even in some cases it can be enjoyable as in horror movies, or extreme sp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The front porch: 3 of 57
Sitting on the front porchAfter the sun goes downTakes me back to my childhoodWith no one else aroundWatching the lightning bugsShine their tiny lightsLike fairies at playDancing in the nightFrogs croaking in the pondBullfrogs adding bass to their songCrickets adding tenorCould make you feel that nothing could go wrongThe lon... More..