: About Me

My name is Kimberly I'm 37 years old, a wife, a mother of three and a Grandmother of one.

The man I'm married to now is my 2ND Husband, we have been together for 14 years and married for 8. He is not the biological father of my kids, but he's their Dad in every other way. . I have 2 girls ages 19 and 17 and 1 boy 15. My oldest Daughter gave me my beautiful Granddaughter Abygail, who is 8 months old now.

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. The majority of my family on both my Mothers and my Fathers side our exceptional writers, I inherited the love and the basic capability's to write but unfortunately I didn't inherit all the talents they possess.

Writing has always been a big part of my life, I had a pretty rough childhood and I often used writing as a means of escape. I have only had one kind of therapy in my life and it was in the form of a piece of paper and a good pen. I still use writing to help me get through hard times.

I've written plays, poems, songs, lullaby's, and a few children's stories. I've always loved children and writing children's books is some thing I've wanted to do for along time. I have to admit though, that as much as I love writing, my real passion is Dance.

My passion is ...

Dancing

I know too much about ...

Pain

My parents always told me ...

Lies

My childhood ambition ...

To be a Dancer

My favorite memory ...

My wedding and The birth of my Children

Why I write ...

I enjoy writing and it's great therophy

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

These Questions so I can answer them

My first job ...

I use to pick green onions with my Dad when I was 7

My best moment ...

Again the birth of my Children

My inspiration ...

God, Family, Children and Just life in general

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Where was your favorite place as a child?

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The Pond As I stand outside the barbwire fence that surrounds the pond. I notice how it seems smaller in the bright sunlight. I gaze across the murky water and the dry lifeless banks and wonder how at night it could be so different. Dad said at night the pond was magical, I didn't believe him of course, but standing here now looking at the metal canoe pulled up on to the dead grass, I realized what he meant. We had been here the night before. The stars were shinning and the air was cold and damp. I tightened up my jacket to keep out the chill. I could feel the mud squishing under my feet a...

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