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Nan was born with a pen in one hand, a legal pad in the other and has been writing ever since. Published in local and regional magazines, she has also written her own curriculum for teaching creative writing, speech and debate.

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Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenthood Funny parenting stories: 1 of 73

For four glorious hours, I will have perfect peace! No chattering children and no dirty diapers to deal with. No one at my elbow asking for another drink or if they can go outside on a cold, wet day. Today is all mine! I smile and wiggle my toes, then slip out of bed and into comfortable clothes. While volunteering in a base...
Religion & Spirituality > Christianity (Other) Testimonies: An open letter to God: 1 of 53

Dear Father … I remember the trauma of that week as if it was yesterday. You were there ahead of us, preparing the way, arranging events just so. Thank You for sparing our little ones! It was a hot August evening in 1984, and we had plans to get up early the next day. We would pack a picnic lunch, an...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bottom of the barrel: 1 of 53

If you got the last two pickled-pig feet, That were being sold by Grocer Drew, Then you have just helped to rescue, Piggy toes from the bottom of the barrel. If you've stopped by to pump some gas, And the prices keep soaring sky-high, Squeeze out that last drop, and here's why: Gas is "lower" at the bottom of the barrel. If ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 10 of 440

HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL I'd hardly left the grocery store and headed home that night, I was alone, the night was dark, the moon a hazy light. My mind was overactive, that much I will admit, I'm not a brave soul after dark - don't like it, not one bit. The hair on my neck stood straight up, when I first heard the sound, It was b...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Laundry day: 1 of 43

"Why do you hang clothes outside, Grand-a-Mom?" Maura chuckled, snapped a wet pillowcase and reached for another clothespin. "So they'll smell like sunshine." They were quite a pair, the two of them. One was silver-headed, slight of frame and slowing with age; the other had a mass of red curls, emerald-green eyes, a dim...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ironing: 1 of 36

I can almost see her ironing oh-so-many years ago, A laundry basket parked nearby, she's listening to the radio. Her handy water bottle had a stopper-cap with holes, She always sprinkled every piece before she pressed our clothes. If ironing unlocks wrinkles, then my Mama was the key! Our ruffled dresses came out crisp, and ...
Education > Reading & Writing Skills Reading aloud to children: 1 of 27

Somewhere, at this very moment, a little boy with drooping lashes leans back against his mother's breast and sighs. Her voice is quiet and calm, lulling him to sleep as she reads his favorite bedtime story. At the same time, perhaps a few continents away, a father has just finished supper and settles beside a cozy fire. His ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enveloped: 2 of 47

Enveloped in a safe cocoon, No light beams touch your face, Yet you're content in a dark room, Your special hiding place. Enveloped in your shelter sweet, Beneath my heart you rest. I feel your tiny hands and feet, Poke me beneath my breast. Enveloped in this perfect nest, No sadness in your heart. No thirst or hunger, only ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thanksgiving: 3 of 67

Thanksgiving in the Heart ~ When moments of gratitude spring from the heart, It usually means that thanksgiving will start: For a snug little house and a porch with a view, Toward the orchard and pond and rolling fields, too, For trees like our sycamores, poplars and oaks, All stylishly-dressed in their autumn-bright cloaks,...
Politics, News & Issues > War & Peace Conflict in Iraq: Is it possible to support the troops but not the war?: 1 of 16

A Son Overseas ~ When he called from D.C. on September 11, 2001, the first thing our son told us was that he was safe. Enrolled in college there, one of his part-time jobs was ferrying people to the White House for meetings. His route took him past the Pentagon - the same building that was on our TV screen - split wide open ...