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Disabled since 1986, i have not let any thing stand in my way of raising two very intelligent children.
I manage to take care of myself and a service dog that lets me know 15 to 45 minute before I have a seizure by myself.
Writing has always been one of my

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Pet stories: Fond memories of our pet rabbits: 1 of 13

Our Rabbit Farm I was just a little girl when we had our rabbit farm. My daddy raised rabbits for pets and groceries. We never were short of groceries because he used their compost to fertilize the garden and to raise warms for fishing as well. Daddy had an excellent trade obtainable and used it to instruct the five of us to...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Testimonies: Christian: 8 of 63

It was October 1988, I had just found out that my father had past away the year before. It was the worse time in my children's life and I was not making it any easier. We were homeless and I suffered with seizures so things were not looking good. I had not seen my dad since 1972. We had heard he had died in a truck accident ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Parenting: 10 of 51

A FATHER'S TEARS Fathers seem so strong They seem to be so bold They are men of gold They have no fear Supermen to save the day Where do fathers go? When their hearts are heavy too? When they want so much to help their loved ones? Whom do they turn to? A father's tear is deep inside He will not let it be seen The love of the...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Heartbreak: 4 of 16

It has been a year seen we broke up, why do I still feel like it was just yesterday. I could just scream sometimes. I cannot get him out of my mind. Ever time I turn around I expect to see him come around the corner. Quest it really should not be such a surprise to me after all this has been going on for 30 years. Yelp, 30 y...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Grandparents: 16 of 52

Youngest of 10 and well it was because our mother past away the day I was born. The five older children went to live with their father in Oklahoma. My father tried to keep his brood together but as a man with four girls and one boy he was not doing a very good job. I was just seven when this all started. My oldest sister had...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Death of a friend: 7 of 20

As I walked in to the room I saw Dolores lying on the bed with such peace on her face as though she were dead. I asked in a joking way, "Is she dead or asleep?" Dolores opened her eyes and said, "No! I am just napping some," then she giggled. I then told her that she had me a little worried there because she had a strange lo...
Relationships & Family > Friendship Issues & Advice Dealing with mood issues' effect on friendships: 2 of 5

No matter how good of a friend sooner or latter and usually sooner a friend will be tried of hearing all the sad stories of the past. Our moods are really a reflection of our past and when we dwell on our past to much it sends our moods into a spin that can cause a chain reaction that is uncontrollable burnout of our feeling...
Politics, News & Issues > US Elections Should photo identification be required to vote?: 11 of 27

Do you have some thing to hide? I have all confident in the citizens who really want to do the right thing. I have no confident in the citizens who run the government or our country. Sorry I vote and I have to say that what I feel. We are all given the right to tell the truth and there are to numerous times that individuals ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Self-esteem: 3 of 7

Self-Esteem I have a lot of comprehension for the reason that I have so little of the element of that issue. I have constantly been able to give confidence to others to do grand things and be whom the want to be yet can by no means find the courage with in me to make slow progress out the pit myself of low self-esteem until ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Secret love: 9 of 18

February 23, 1978 is the day we meet. It has been a year since I have seen him now and my heart still hurts for him. We had some wonderful times together but to love a man that is married I have to say is not good. There is no future in it yet he never treated me wrong. For 30 years we kept our affair secret, at least he fel...