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I am a person who has always used writing as a medium of escape, problem solving, release, or just pure enjoyment. For myself, and most recently for my four children who enjoy reading and discovering tales that make fantasy seem reality.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Children of divorce: 1 of 28
With tears in their eyes.Their faces cannot hide.The pain they feel inside,when their loved one went away..It is too much to comprehend,why it all had to end.The family that was theirs,the feelings that weren't spared...Is this what love is like?The hatred and the fights.What good can come of this?When all good feelings have ... More..
Relationships & Family > Friendship Advice On losing a friend to drugs: 1 of 22
Just recently I came upon a journal that I had written a long time ago. It was written when I was much younger, more naive and still believed that people were genuine, and that nothing bad could ever happen to me or my friends.It began and ended with my best friend at the time, and brought tears to my eyes as I once again fou... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Overcoming challenges: 2 of 42
My Eyes, My LifeI was not born blind. But, it has been with me the better part of my life. So much so, that I barely remember what I look like, and my family too. Being blind is not fun, but - it is something I learned to live with.I managed to learn to manouevre about my home. Obvious things like washing, dusting and everyda... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sisters: 5 of 98
Piggy tails,Ringlets-dresses with frills,bobby socks, mary janessisters in drill.Holding hands,skipping lands-playing with our dolls...Fun times,sad times-and all the while...Friends in arm,friends, not foesuntil all our tomorrows go...Sisters. More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Growing old: 1 of 19
For the longest while, my mother has been hinting at one of us three children to take her to find her 'new home'.We laughed it off, brushed it aside, until finally she cornered me and would not let it go, until defeated, I called to make an appointment. I refused to take her, albeit to say, Mother knows best, or- as I have ta... More..
Relationships & Family > Cheating Spouses & Affairs Why some married women have affairs: 9 of 136
Confessions of a Married Woman...Recently a very close friend of mine confessed to me something I would never have imagined that she would do, or be capable of doing.She cheated on her husband of 12 years. I was shocked. Shocked not at the thought of the affair, but shocked that she would be the initiator of an affair. Howeve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A girl I know: 7 of 96
In the mirror, she looks back,A girl I used to know...Yet her face is aged and weathered.Her brow is permanantly down.Her blue eyes have lost their lustre,the twinkle has long gone.Each wrinkle tells a storyand each line a long recant.The years have not been forgivingthe hardhsips that she has surpassed,it is really then no w... More..
Food & Drink > Cooking (Other) When to use olive oil in your cooking: 1 of 13
When I hear olive oil, I remember my Grandfather, and his infinite love of it. You always knew when he was coming over for dinner, as there would be my mother- arguing, yes; quite literally arguing, with the oil can as she poured it in a saucepan in preparation for her ragu, or napoletana, or whatever sauce she was making for... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 31 of 390
A hot cup of coffee, to start my day.Packing lunches and things, trying to find my way.The early morning traffic plays havoc on nerves,and then a quick kiss goodbye, as I continue my drive.The cashier sits gloomy,her job is mundane;but I cannot bother, it's all just the same.To the next point of call before suddenly I realise... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 33 of 362
I touched the hand of death.I looked right in its depth.It carressed me with its gentle touchand then sent me on my way.It is not your time,I heard it whisper.Not yet, it continued to say...I blinked and wondered-but still it spoke.Go back to time,go back to you...Bide it well, it vaguely said.For when I next come calling,you... More..