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I caught the writing bug early in life. When I was 9 or 10, I used to write stories for my younger brothers. I should have known I had a knack for this when they would often request my stories over Dr. Seuss

As I got older I used essay and poetry to help

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Travel > Travel Planning & Advice Tips for easier travel: 1 of 33
How to Sleep on a Plane and other Long Haul Travel Tips Children's stories often talk about the magic above the clouds; unicorns, giants, golden harps and the like. Seasoned flyers know the truth though, it's just recycled air and bad food. Flying is a large part of our busy lives, whether it's holidays with Grandma or clo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nonsense: 5 of 140
Ooey, Gooey Yellow OozeA beautiful thing appeared one dayEarly in the Month of MayIt was gorgeous in a stunning wayA strikingly colorful arrayThe people of a little townWere captivated by the land's new crownThey gathered all their tools roundAnd tried to get this jewel downThey struck it with their mighty polesAnd created fo... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Knowing the sex of your baby in advance: 1 of 28
A pink nursery or a blue one? "Sugar and Spice" or "Snips and Snails"? When I realized I was pregnant, the sex of my child was the least important thing to me. It took us ten years to get pregnant and all we cared about was having a healthy baby. My husband definitely didn't want to find out the sex. I wanted to know but I th... More..
Jobs & Careers > Self-Employment Stay at home moms: How to earn from home: 1 of 27
Almost all new moms struggle with decision on whether or not to go back to work. With rising prices, increasing debt loads and the economy in such a mess, staying at home often seems impossible. There are however, a few ways to make money and not have to go into the office everyday. These are some real options for real women... More..
Personal Finance > Smart Spending Everyday things can become new again: 1 of 27
In my family, we are obsessed with creating "new and unique" out of "old and boring." We constantly challenge one another to come up with the most interesting articles from things destined for the charity shops. In fact, at our Christmas and birthday celebrations the recycled gifts are always the most coveted and most talked ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: For my child: 3 of 57
My adorable baby has come upon twoAs warm and as sparkly as a new morning dew.Each day enhances her sweet grace and charm,A gift God has granted and placed in my arms.The voice of an angel and the soul of a saint,A fresh breath of air, a sweet summer rain.I can't tell you the joy of being her mother.I can not believe how much... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Losing weight: 3 of 56
I want to weigh less than my husband!I don't want to be supermodel thin or even Sear's catalogue thin, I just don't want to wear the biggest sized jeans in the house anymore. In my defence, my hubby is pretty thin but let's just say he didn't carry me over the threshold on our wedding night.I have been in a control struggle w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being a mother: 3 of 49
The Hand Of A MotherThe hand of a mother can cradle her babe,And will care, feed and nurture him all of his days.The hand of a mother can sooth a sore wound,And when joined with her kiss, it will heal up soon.The hand of a mother bakes mouth-watering treats,And a bit of her love goes in each wonderful sweet.The hand of a moth... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Your earliest memory: 20 of 310
Warm and SnugSnug as a bug in a rug. It sounds cliche, but that describes my first memory. I was three years old and had crawled into my dolly's cradle and pulled an old rug we kept under the kitchen sink up over top of me. I remember thinking that it would be fun to be a dolly and as I didn't have a blanket, the rug would ha... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alarm clocks: 6 of 68
A buzz, a beep, a ringing bellThat damn loud noise that comes from hell.It wakes me from a restful slumberWith evil glowing flashing numbers.What did I do to earn this fate?Besides stay up an hour late.My fuzzy brain would like to knowFrom buried deep in my pillow.Why can't I wake up to something sweet,A gentle breeze? A bird... More..