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I've opened my own business! Finally! The link shows on this page under MY Links. It's so exciting to be doing something I've always wanted to do instead of working at a job I have to do. Wish me luck one and all.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loss of a beloved women: 3 of 41
Do You Remember Her? Gone ten years and the world still grieves. We give her our tears and remember her anew; but, what good does it do? Thirty years have passed and we sorrow yet, rocking to the music we can't seem to forget. But, what good does it do? She died ten years ago, a brief five days after a princess of beauty, sc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The seasons of our lives: 4 of 50
The Hands of Time He is born. Not knowing the meaning of anger, his hand forms a fist. Unlined, unmarked by time, the hand opens, reaching for life. Dirty, its heel skinned, a boy's hand grasps the bat, holding it with determination. The fingers open and close getting a better hold - skin to wood. "Tag! You're it!" The hand ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Courage: 2 of 25
Chee Puppy's Pride "Mama, he's doing it again. Look!" I wanted to run out and smack Daddy's old red hunting dog. He was bullying my dog, Chee Puppy. The big Weimaraner would make the smaller animal scratch his back with his teeth, something Chee Puppy clearly hated. "Just you wait, Maggie. When it comes the proper time, Chee... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Moments that change your life: 19 of 234
The Summer of Demolition It started innocently enough - my sister broke up with her husband and moved to Florida to live with her son. Within a few weeks her son, Ray, had finished up a construction contract and had nothing else working at the time, so both of them moved in with my family. Ordinarily, that wouldn't be a prob... More..
Pets & Animals > Pet Ownership What to do when you have to give up a beloved pet: 2 of 23
We take on the life of a pet, but rarely do we think about what we'll do if we have to give it up for adoption or to death. In spite of a person's best efforts, sometimes unforeseen events arise and the animal we've given our home and heart, must be left behind. Giving up Rover or Midget or Jocko is never easy and the after ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Holding on: 3 of 34
I WISH I MAY "I wish I may; I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight." Every night I watch the sky, praying to each flashing light. Take me from this horror real far away from coal and steel. Bring me to a world of joy, for this brief time I'm a boy. Take away the fear of dark shafts of work grim and stark. Bring me to a ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 15 of 153
The Lesson That Took The Age of Two: She sees daddy hit mommy, hears him vilely screaming. Her heart slams her ribcage and bile rises up steaming. Mommy screams and mercy begs but none will come this night. She cannot watch any more and buries head in fright. The sounds crashed like waves breaching her seashell ears. Wrappin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poetry is . . .: 17 of 173
Poetry is emotion running sweet, soft, strong, angry, happy, loving, hating, joyful and sad through our lives. Poetry is a mixture of common sense and complete and utter nonsense urging the reader to think or despair of ever understanding its depths. Poetry pushes the writer to the brink of madness and pulls her back into it... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 20 of 195
They were her vases, penny jars and a thousand other things, although I saw only a ragged assortment of jars and bottles. Mama couldn't bring herself to throw out 'a perfectly good container.' Through the years, neighbors received a tonic bottle transformed with glue and glitter into the perfect vase for a single perfect ros... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction: 30 of 290
His mouth formed a cavernous opening, but no sound emerged. Frustration warped his face into contortions, seeking to vent the rage seething within. He clutched the tiny girl to his chest, his massive hands gently supporting her back and head. Her eyes were closed forever, never to take in the glories of the world she adored.... More..