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About me - Jennifer Rojas

Who am I?
A very busy mother of two and guardian of two more.

What do I do?
I am an online student.

What do I enjoy?
Writing poetry.

I am not that exciting of a person. I have been married five years and counting. I come from a fairly large family. If anybody wants

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Parenting & Pregnancy > Pregnancy Can you trust a sonogram to determine the gender of your baby?: 1 of 5
As I sat in that room, waiting for the doctor, I was excited to know that I was about to find out if I was having a boy or a girl. The doctor came in, did the sonogram, and to no surprise, told me that I was having a boy. Everybody said that I looked like I was having a boy. About four weeks later, my husband and I went to g... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Priests should be permitted to marry: 29 of 90
I always thought that it was funny, in the first place, that priests weren't allowed to marry. I am a Christian woman and very familiar with the Bible. There is no indication in the Bible suggesting that it is wrong for a man of God to marry. As a matter of fact, Jesus says that it is good to stay single, BUT, if a man is bu... More..
Jobs & Careers > International & Government Jobs Soldiers: Why they do what they do: 6 of 15
I am not a soldier, but my sister and her husband both are. Her and I often had discussions as to why she and her husband do what they do, and her response is always, "Somebody's gotta do it." I always ask her, "Well, why you? You have children, a husband, a family to live for. What if something happens to you?" She tells me... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The gardener's heart: 5 of 12
That seed, that tiny little seed. It means nothing to you or me. But look at the gardener. He sees hope in that seed. A lifetime full of giving and loving. Seeing himself, so small. He knows that seed will sprout forth fruits, abundant and full. He then plants it into soft moist dirt. He loves that seed, you know. That tiny ... More..
Health & Fitness > Healthy Living & Wellness Is your weight destroying your relationship?: 5 of 11
Having been married for nearly six years now, I have seen the effect of weight on our relationship. There is no easy way to tell your partner that their weight is a problem, especially, when it comes to sex. Sex is almost an essential in a marriage, and probably the least discussed in a relationship, especially those who hav... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlocked: 20 of 43
There he stood, holding his worn, little old wooden box. The memories began to plague his weary heart and soul. In his right hand, he held a key. A tiny little thing. A single tear began to fall down his sun beat face. He quickly turned to the river and threw his key in with his limited force. His secrets will never be told,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Help wanted: 53 of 79
In the Storm The clouds were coming, so thick and black and hope was very thin. It seemed like there was no escape from this storm that I was in. I tried to run for shelter, but no place was safe for me to hide. I knew that I was alone in this storm and also without a guide. The rain started pounding against me, I could see ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I dare you: 68 of 99
I dare you, Take that step, Touch me, feel me, Run your hands through my hair. I dare you, Play with me, Hold me, love me, Take me into your care. I dare you, Embrace me, Sleep with me, wake with me, But only if you dare. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fresh air: 67 of 87
Breathing in life, Spinning near the trees, Forgetting all of the strife, Appreciating the breeze. So fresh and so kind, So pure and so free, I will open my mind, To see what I can see. It's so delicious, To taste, to feel, I feel a little suspicious, This cannot be real. The fresh air, I don't understand, Blows in my hair, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Far away: 151 of 188
Sitting in this ruthless chair, My thoughts escaping my mind. Breathing in that hard, cold air, Wondering what I might find. My memories, so distant, yet here, Plague my heart and soul, Longing for someone to be near, Someone who could make me whole. I try to run, I try to hide, I try to escape from inside. Is there someone ... More..