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I started on my journey in this life on January 30, 1956, in the small coal-mining town of Brownsville, Pennsylvania. Two nights before I was born, my mother went sled riding, which may have accounted for my arrival two-months ahead of schedule. However,

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Death of a loved one: 7 of 129

"Mom, do you think they play baseball in heaven?" I was in the kitchen stirring macaroni into a pot of boiling water when my ten-year old son burst through the back door and asked me this question, his chocolate brown eyes illuminated with such seriousness that it brought tears to my eyes. I tossed the wooden spoon into the ...
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing The benefits of journaling: 41 of 131

I was fourteen when I started keeping a diary. It was made of pink vinyl, the shade of a pink flamingo, and came with a tiny silver key that I kept hidden in a blue velvet box in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. The lines on the pages were almost too skinny for my gangly handwriting, but there was a full page for each day...
Religion & Spirituality > Self-Awareness & Realization How to stop fearing death: 13 of 33

Some people say Mom just gave up. I don't believe she did. I believe that while she was sleeping that rainy, autumn afternoon last November, God, in His infinite wisdom came to her and said: Nancy, you are so very tired, I've prepared a place for you in Heaven and am going to take you home. I believe this place God prepared ...
Food & Drink > Soups & Stews Recipes: Your best soup recipe: 34 of 78

Mom loved to cook for her family and friends. When I was in high school I could smell her homemade bread and cinnamon rolls baking before I even reached our front door. Her pies, especially her banana and coconut cream pies, were often requested by members of her church for church functions. When you visited Mom'...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The shelter of a mother's arms: 1 of 1

I dream you are still a baby tucked safely within the shelter of my arms. I hold you selfishly, sharing your innocent sweetness with no one Not with the grandparents who marvel at your existence, Not with the sisters who adore your tiny fingers and toes, Not even with the father who helped create you one bright, mid-spring a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My daughter: 14 of 24

For My Daughter Ever since you were a little girl, I've taught you That it's okay to take the road less traveled, To show the world that you are a unique person not given to following conventional paths just because they are the most probable or the most acceptable. I have taught you To accept and believe in yourself As the ...