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I am a stay at home mom with a wonderful little boy. I currently live with my husband at his mom's house. We have about 1000000 cats and no space.

I like to write on home-buying, parenting, gaming, and mental health since these are the only things I know anything

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My painful past: 4 of 187
Empty hallways call my name Speak of a forgotten past Those who walked have left behind Walls hold untold secrets Whispered through silent lips For none to hear Read what they have written Invisible ink tells a story Pictures show themselves on the Old Paint Walk through empty hallways Feeling spirits roaming still Others vi... More..
Health & Fitness > Anxiety & Panic Disorders Hurdles faced by those living with anxiety disorders: 1 of 8
Social Attention Deficit Disorder Yes, I am making something up and diagnosing myself with it. It is the biggest problem I have related to my social anxiety because it is the only part of my anxiety that can hurt others. I have almost been diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder, and I say almost not because it was d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hitchhiking: 11 of 69
Periodic gusts of vicious wind Whipping diesel fumes through tangled hair Flagging flailing fingers crossed While worn soles pound gravel Further toward sand A ride offered Exuberantly accepted Anxious silence, polite Small talk, maybe lunch Closer to home More..
Style & Beauty > Tattoos & Piercings Tips for surviving your first body piercing: 3 of 17
I remember my first body piercing like it was yesterday! I was 16 and had convinced my parents that it was a good idea to have my belly button pierced because I wanted to prove to myself that I was tough enough to do it (while staring stoicly into the distance). I think my mom had a good cry but my dad was willing to take me... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Puddles: 23 of 123
Coming from the darkness of the sky, Darker still forshadows end anon. Having never wondered when and why, What once was here on turrning find it gone. Washed away as if with dying haste, Costly gift slips through undeserving hands. Realizing life had gone to waste, Alone yet no longer ignorant one stands. They fall so swift... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lords & ladies: 12 of 64
The aristocratic rabble Standing in a room Filled with gentle taffeta And drifting white powder Raised brows and tight lips Polite smiles, swaying hips The scent of hydrangea Lingers after them Fingers gently clasping Gloved fingers nonchalantly Swirling pastels trace Paisley on the marble floor Words muttered passing Small ... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Ethnicity & Gender (Other) Would you move into a neighborhood if you were the only person of your race living there?: 5 of 26
I don't want to seem overly racist, but I have to admit that my race is a kind of comfort zone. I certainly don't blame myself because I have very little problem with most kind of people, but I would still not move into an area where I am the minority. I have been brought up to understand that we're all people and individual... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 18 of 92
Fingertips cooling slowly, he twitched forward and away, tracing the image of a downturned mouth in the mirror before him. Hurming to himself he imagined who it could be looking back so curiously. The eyes, brown and almost familiar, caressed his innermost thoughts looking frightened and beautifuly melancholy. A sigh escaped... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anything is possible: 38 of 168
I can make you disappear When I close my eyes The television talks to me When I sigh a herring dies The sky is richly orange In color and in taste The grass is really blue When judging it in haste I can snap my fingers And make a mountain dance If I pull some strings The senate drops collective pants I have all this power At... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Starving for attention: 30 of 130
The bitting cold, rough wind, Sweeping my soul upon it, Sending me hither and yon. And to their side, I silently glide, And find myself outside Looking on. Away from their presence now send me, Tomorrow will find me again, Whith a stranger I wanted a friendship, Again find myself looking in. The outside so cold and so lonely... More..