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I work for a private corporation that provides leadership training to a variety of organizations, including government agencies, private companies and non-profit organizations. I specialize in areas dealing with Critical Incident Stress, providing debriefings

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 5 of 915
Where is this place called DignityWhere is this place called dignity?There was a time I thought I knewwith certainty,yet now it alludes me so.One strives to gain a sense of pride,to be that person meant to be.A churning chasm of success,illusive sadness engulfed me like a cloud.Where is this place called dignity?To win the pr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the fog: 1 of 112
There's often such a quiet hush when I'm walking in the fog;a smoky world of mystery, with whispers in the wind.But when I near my hiding place, along the ocean near,I feel a breeze gust over me; a storm will fill this night.The troubled sea so powerful is full of wonder now;Then comes the wind amidst the fog, it echoes comin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 8 of 540
The Seasons of my MemoryThe tapestry of life weaves through the seasons that we pass.Like autumn leaves caught in the wind the images are cast,They find a place to light upon, and dance before our thoughts,tracing through our memories, they twirl and then are caught.It wasn't spring that lingered near the windows of my mind; ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My one and only love: 8 of 212
When I Remember YouThere was a time I cherished so the gift God gave to me,I could remember anything, from songs to places seen.It only took a picture, or the scent of your perfume;And I reflected on the night we danced under the moon.The sound of ocean waves when they are kissing sands of time,And how we'd watched the sunset... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 53 of 1269
When love it reaches meThere comes a time in each one's life,when love it comes your way.amidst the trial, the joys and strife,you share those special days.Someone once said, " Love conquers all "and in our life we see,that when through valleys, we'd stumble and fall,Yet love was there to free.When thoughts they wander to tho... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: War: 2 of 39
Then Comes The Dawn The night was misty with the tears of angels. It was one of those nights along the California coast where you can feel the light mist caressing your face, your hair and your hands. The kind of mist that gradually soaks you to the bone, but so slowly that you don't notice how drenched you are until its too ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Uncontrollable feelings: 9 of 152
Broken PiecesWith broken pieces of my life I try to build once more,I cut my fingers on the glass, a mess upon the floor.How can I rebuild broken dreams into a better thing,When complications fill my mind and heartaches play like strings?I lift the pieces from the floor and throw them all away,yet one remains to puzzle me and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 41 of 599
When Mom is Standing NearSometimes I find my heart still grieves since Mother passed away. I find it's when life takes me back to times where she would say,"Whatever you have to face or if troubles come this day, there is the man you are inside that will always finds a way."It isn't just the sound of rain upon my windowsill,O... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dare to dream the dream: 1 of 14
This day I will yet dreamWhat is one's life, but eternal breath, a part of eternity?One glimpse of time and you will find that life is a tapestry.Time fills one's days with memories and raindrops colored gray,or sunshine's luminous rainbow after storm to brighter day.This is my dawn that promises strength to weather the storm... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Heroes: 3 of 34
There are never any heroes in war, there are only survivors. In the crimson aftermath of battle, selfless acts of courage are hastily forgotten as weary survivors gather name tags and render aid to the wounded. How they survived the battle is remembered when time etches itself upon the faces of soldiers who fought desperately... More..