I was raised in a home with a mother who loved to write and was published many times although she never got her book published. I was raised in Northern Minnesota, and moved to Ohio 7 yrs ago. My mother always told me that writing was as much a part of me as my red hair and blue eyes. I have to believe her as I have never been able to go very long without writing.

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

nothing

My parents always told me ...

that no matter what I did in life, make sure I did my best.

My childhood ambition ...

to write books.

My favorite memory ...

is riding horse up into the hills and sitting on a ridge and watching the cougar come out and feed their young and play.

Why I write ...

I don't have a choice. Writing is inside of me and I have to do it.

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

nothing. I enjoy the quiet.

My first job ...

raising and breaking horses.

My best moment ...

the birth of my children.

My inspiration ...

is my mother.

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Mourning

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She always knew she was going to lose him, from the moment they met to the day he was gone, she just knew. She always tried to hold some of her heart back to safeguard her from the pain she knew would come, and yet today she knows that he was embedded totally in her heart.

Unconditional love was not something she was use to, therefore it was not something she trusted. How could he love her when her moods changed hourly and she seemed to be constantly pushing him away? Yet he held on tighter and loved her more. Even the times when she would tell him she didn't love him, he would smile and...

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