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I am 61 years old, wife of 40+ years, mother of two and grandmother of 5. I love reading and tend to be a bit of an armchair activist. I decorate wedding cakes for a living, and enjoy the creativity. I like to knit and crochet, but

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: How will you be remembered?: 1 of 59

What will we be remembered for? The older we get, the more we think about how we've lived our lives. We all want to "make a mark", to be remembered by someone; to hope that what we've done and how we lived was actually relevant. Most of us live in "small" worlds, not public or spectacular, and wonder if we made a difference ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 6 of 263

I called out your name one day in distress. I was fearful and desperate and seeking your face. I had never seen you but heard that you care. I never felt your presence but knew you were there. The Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and end; The Lord of us all I sought to befriend. You heard me and answered and rewarded my faith...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 18 of 678

You have loved me forever I never knew why. So teasing and kind to someone so shy. Oh how I love you! You gave yourself freely. We started a life; You as my husband, me as your wife. Oh how I love you! You were lover and friend the other half of my soul; two sides of a coin together made whole. Oh how I love you! You were fa...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Growing old: 1 of 36

Growing old is a fact of life. It's a given. We are born striving and eager to grow older. As we age, we want to experience new things, learn and do and grow. We want to stretch ourselves and accomplish goals. It is only after about 40 years, that we realize that time has passed much too quickly. There is so much more to lea...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking in the mirror: 7 of 188

When I looked in the mirror I was surprised to see a much older woman looking back at me! When did that gray start streaking my hair? Are those really crow's feet that I see right there? The eyes a bit droopy, skin not so smooth; sporting wrinkles and sags, where is my youth? A face that seems weary with lines that have deep...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 18 of 464

An expression, a thought; a way to relate. Conversation, or musing, something to state. A sharing of feelings a picture we paint; words that portray, thoughts that take shape. A piece of our soul that we willingly share; a gift of ourselves to show that we care. By stroke of the pen or expressions we type; we give from withi...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Christians speaking in tongues: 1 of 23

Most Christian denominations tend to be closed-minded when it comes to anything outside of the "norm". For someone like me, brought up in a liturgical church, speaking in tongues certainly would be classified as a little "out there"! As a good Lutheran girl, I'd heard of speaking in tongues, but "those people" were radical! ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The seasons of our lives: 3 of 51

In spring we are young full of hopes and ideals; innocent of all things and dreaming of love. Summer brings change, family and career; weddings and growth and children so dear. The fall of our lives brings new change once again; maturity, contentment, finding peace in our skin. In winter we remember the things of the past. H...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creation: 5 of 83

The One was alone. He spoke to the emptiness and form appeared. Light and dark, day and night, land and sea, earth and sky. Earth begot seed and seed became plants. Fruits and trees covered the earth. Stars in the night, the sun and the moon governed light and dark. Birds flew, creatures grew, the earth teemed. And the the O...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Worrying: 3 of 35

Worrying runs in my family. It was passed down to me from my mother. She was an expert at it. Looking back from an adults perspective, I can see she worried about many things. Every problem was something to stew about, something to agonize about, something to lose sleep over. Being mediator between her husband and her childr...