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Tara Rijon was born and raised in central Michigan. Moving to the
Southwest in 1980, she pursued a career with the Arizona State government,
where she held such positions as statistical analyst, benefits eligibility
manager and corrections officer. During

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Expressions of love: 3 of 196

Expressions of love My desk may seem cluttered, with its tokens from the past, But I see beyond the disarray of pottery and glass. I see five little children, their smiles still stuck in time; Toiling with their tiny hands, each unique in their design. That odd-looking paperweight was the first to find its home. Even though ...
Relationships & Family > Divorce Psychology The most frequent cause of divorce: 2 of 66

While it cannot be statistically proven, it appears that the number one cause of divorce in this country is money! Money may not buy happiness, but the lack of it can certainly be blamed for a great deal of misery. Few couples ever enter into a marriage with a clear-cut plan for financial security. Once they shake the rice o...
Arts & Humanities > Writing at Helium Why Helium is addictive: 1 of 31

Anyone who loves to write knows that it's like having an itch that you can't scratch. Just when you think that you've finally satisfied that overwhelming creeping sensation, another urge sets in and you have to appease it. While Helium does nothing to rid you of your itch, it does act like a soothing lotion. When properly ap...
Sciences > Sociology How people become criminals: 1 of 25

Life holds a different meaning to everyone, and the paths that we choose to take are just as varied as our opinions. The little girl that vowed (at the age of six) to become a lawyer, ends up becoming the wife of a mechanic and a mother to six offspring. Or, the little boy who was intent on becoming a police officer is, inst...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fairy tales: 8 of 134

Its pages tattered and torn, I ventured to its depths. I journeyed along its empty roads, its treasures close I kept. The moonlit nights, the passion, the kisses that we dared; Were chapters from a storybook that few can ever share. Two hearts aflame, with souls entwined, love paved a golden road. Our castle stood stately, a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: September 11, 2001: 8 of 119

Twin sisters standing stately for all the world to see, A symbol of hope and pride and our democracy. They ne'er faltered, through wind nor rain nor storm, Till evil spread its mighty wings and hatred brought them down. Through clear blue skies the devil came, and we never saw the threat. The fires of hell consumed us, bring...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 10 of 135

Difficult people Pushing and shoving and trying to get past; Thinking too slow and moving too fast. No sense of morals, no room for shame; Always seeking someone else to blame. Car horns and shouts, and a cuss word or two; What are we kind people supposed to do? A polite gesture; a welcoming smile; They grunt and they grumbl...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Reminiscing about the place where we grew up, our hometown: 3 of 36

I had not been back to my hometown in twenty years, and I wasn't really expecting to see much in the way of change. After having been gone for nearly a quarter of a century, the town still had a population of less than 20,000 people, and I knew that change was not something that its residence relished in. As I drove down the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 8 of 94

Ancient cities Shrouded in mystery it rises up from the earth, Leaving man to determine the time of its' birth. Its origin masked by nature and time What secrets do lie within this shrine? Who were these people? What did they know? What happened to them? Where did they go? Can we understand their joy and their pain? Can we b...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Puddles: 12 of 139

Puddles When I was a little girl I feared the awful storms. They always brought the thunder and then the rain would pour. Daddy would hold me close and tell me not to fear, "Cause rain brings the puddles, and you know how fun they are." I got my first bike and was afraid that I would fall. But Daddy told me that I had nothin...