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
+ more bio informationShe sat there holding his hand as the life seemed to drift away from him. The pain was so unbearable for him that at times he sat straight up and screamed. He seemed calmer when she held his hand and he slept off and on for hours. At one point he looked over at her and in a whisper he said, "When did you get here" "Just a wh... More..
She huddled next to the wood stove with a blanket around her as the cold wind blew outside. Snow was still coming down and they were calling for more. She hadn't heard from him all day and her young heart of 17 yrs old was breaking. Pregnant and feeling so much alone, she didn't dare start crying in case her parents heard he... More..
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,... More..
The sun broke over the mountain as he waited there in the brisk morning, so cold his breath showed on each exhale. He looked at the wonder around him as a deer walked out into the meadow. The steam rolling off the back of the large buck as he grazed on the dew topped grass. He watched as the deer gracefully picked his way to... More..
She knew the minute she stepped off the elevator there was something different today. The quietness of the nursing home was unusual and she felt sadness in the air. She went straight to his room as she usually did but he wasn't there. She sat the things down she had brought for him and went to the nurse's desk to find out if... More..
She was 5 the first time she saw them. She was further away from home on her pony than she was supposed to be. Father had always said that she wasn't to go past the property line but today she just needed to get away. This was her way of escaping and she could cry all she wanted to. No one was there to tell her to shut up. S... More..
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