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I am a 32 year old mother of three. I have a diploma in Social Work and will be attending university for my BSW. I live in northern British Columbia. I write essays, short stories, and poems.

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Marriage: 4 of 41
It was my second year of college. I was a twenty eight year old woman, recently separated from my husband. It wasn't because of one specific reason, I just wasn't happy. We had been through our ups and downs over the previous twelve years; three children, financial struggles, our wedding, three years previous to this. In the... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Falling in love: 14 of 79
When I first met him, it was his quiet strength that drew me to him. He, unlike I, was just there, in the background, almost like he was hoping no one would notice him. I, on the other hand, was a loud, limelight loving little thing. As we got to know each other, I began to see similarities that were masked by our own public... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Sensuality: 2 of 10
Being in his arms in an indulgent that leaves me fulfilled, restful, and content. His arms are strong and his skin is smooth. I feel safe and loved as he gently strokes my hair. The sleeves of his dark blue cotton shirt rubs against my face softly. The smell of him, laundered and fresh, with the hint of cologne takes me to m... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Love: 12 of 53
I gave up on the idea of Prince Charming long ago. There is no Prince Charming; I am not bitter about this. I don't think I could fall in love with a prince; look at the life Diana lived with Charles, not exactly happily ever after. Besides, one shouldn't love another based on their wealth or status. The richest man in the w... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Bush Administration Letters to President Bush: 12 of 49
Dear Mr. President, I am Canadian, so obviously, I did not vote for you. Even if I could have, I wouldn't have. You have been the worst leader the US has seen, with the exception of Bush, Sr. Your "War on Terrorism" is really a rouse to invade Iraq for its oil. How many lives have you sacrificed in this pursuit? Promising yo... More..
Health & Fitness > Allergies School districts should bar anyone from bringing peanut products to school: 17 of 59
When I was a child, taking a peanut butter sandwich to school was a normal event; now, it is banned in most schools. First, let me ask you this; how old were we when our mothers started feeding us food, like pablum? Probably two, three months old. Now, it is recommended that babies are not fed until six months old. Along wit... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Loving an alcoholic: 10 of 34
My mother came from an alcoholic home; her mother was a serious alcoholic. My mom and her younger sibling, Jenny, were born with FASD. My mother was born three months premature in 1948. Because this, she has severe hearing loss as well as symptoms of FASD; lack of control, little to no social skills, lack of comprehension. I... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Music: 6 of 19
When I think about my life, there is always a soundtrack playing. One of my first memories involves music. It was in my grandparent's house; they had this giant old, wooden record player cabinet. My aunt loved Red Sovine, so the first song I ever remember hearing was "Teddy Bear". The lyrics spoken by Red in that baritone vo... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Wishes: 9 of 24
As I opened my eyes, you were my first thought. I laid in bed, on my side, leaving your side untouched. I wished I could roll over, reach out and touch your back. For a few minutes, I let thoughts of you wash over me. I got out of bed, went into the kitchen and made coffee through sleepy eyes. How I wished you were there, si... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Rain: 7 of 18
The rain splattered rhythmically against the window of the sky rise apartment in which they lay, nestled lazily together under a blanket. "What should we do today?" she asked him, her head on his chest, his arm around her lithe body. "Why don't we just do this for awhile? We don't have anywhere to be," he tucked an escaped s... More..