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Wife, mother, pediatric occupational therapist, volunteer, I have begun the chapter two of my life. My husband and I love to travel, combining volunteer projects with local flavor and cuisine.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Quicksand: 1 of 55

QuicksandBeautiful grains of soft, sultry sandFar from the salty, slapping waves of the beach,Hidden, stealth-like, under innocent land,Can I escape your underground deadly reach?QuicksandYou reach for my soul like a hungry, lusty leech.Unsuspecting, I walk your secret-filled path,Unaware of terminal lessons that you teach,Un... More..
Health & Fitness > Childhood Disorders ADD/ADHD: Symptoms and treatment: 1 of 27
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) affects about 10% of school-aged children and adolescents. Attention difficulties, hyperactivity, impulsivity and poor focus can affect their performance in school, play, family and peer relations, and self-esteem. With good medical attention and parental guidance, children with... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shopping: 1 of 21

Corner StoreVibrant cookie boxes and stacks of toilet paper stand at attention,beaming out "Buy me. Take me away from this madness."Canned peaches and shoe polish stand guard over bags and pouches of rich chocolate.Busy counter clerks answer the battle cries, "where's the anchovy paste?""How much are the grapefruit?""what do ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 83 of 1269

the world's most romantic place-your arms.You embrace me,caress my dreams, my hope,You shelter me from the rain, wind, and bad news.You hold me,Your touch calms my tense shouldersand, wow, my arms melt,You carry my groceries,You carry my heart so carefully.Your arms are the world's most romantic place.You hold me,And you let ... More..
Home & Garden > Home & Garden (Other) What does "home" mean to you?: 4 of 60

Two year old Alex tore into the house on Oak Vine Drive past the rough stucco wall in the family room, dragging me by the hand. "Mommy, this is MY room!" Ah! The modest mass of wood and block on Oak Vine Drive found us. We'd seen many houses. This one shook our roots and blurted out "I am your home!" We knew that this was the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 31 of 455

Packing up souvenirs, baskets and two fragile ceramic birds.packing up two years of memories, loving, and learning.packing up last glimpses of you andtrying to think of howi'll see youin months to come when we fade into memories,maybe a friendshipfueled by an occasional purposefully-written emailof what's going on in your lif... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Traveling: 26 of 204

African Safari. University graduation. So different yet not so different.What an ideal opportunity to spend two final weeks with my son before he begins his engineering career. No TV, no internet, just two weeks on bumpy trails in a pop-top 4 wheel drive vehicle with expert guides, early wake-up calls, and nature's lessons.In... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Credit cards: 6 of 35

Wow, he's handsome, and smart-what great news.Takes me shopping for shoes."Charge it! Charge it!"He's so sweet , and makes me feel at ease.Outfits to match the shoes-and accessories."Charge it! Charge it!"So dignified and refined,He invites me to wine and dine."Charge it! Charge it!"Such a charmer,He's right- this fur keeps m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 107 of 614

She met Mr. Trump.Her heart did jump and pump.His heart went WHUMP!She's no frump,He's not a chump.But, did he get the dump?No, no-they did hump.She developed a lump,Bigger than a mump,Cuter than a clumpthat grew into a baby bump.What else grew? Her rump.That baby bumpDid bounce and jumpAnd became a happy bouncing baby Trump. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 31 of 172

Mom,I really do remembereverything you told me,everything you taught me,everything you let me learn on my own.I carry all your lessons and your lovewoven into my very fabric.I do things differently than you do.SO differently.But I truly ama lot more like youthan you'll ever know.Scary, isn't it? More..