Hello, I'm Stacey. I am a married mother of three children. While the kids are in school, I forgo cleaning my house to study creative writing in college. The last two semesters I have worked on my college's student newspaper as both a staff writer and this last semester as an editor. I dream of someday being able to wake up, stay in my jammies and take the kids to school then come home and write while they are in school.
My passion is ...
life.
I know too much about ...
artistic roller skating.
My parents always told me ...
not to chew on hard candy.
My childhood ambition ...
was to have fun.
My favorite memory ...
was Christmas in upstate New York.
Why I write ...
because the voices won't shut up otherwise.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
my family chatting.
My first job ...
babysitter, cafe cook and U.S. Navy.
My best moment ...
was giving birth.
My inspiration ...
my children.
A tiny newborn infant with rosy lips, pinch-able dimpled cheeks and wearing a pink baby Dior pleated dress sleeps in a pretty pram pushed by its Mommy. Oh, how cute- wait a minute that little, cuddly infant is not even a real life baby. It is a doll. But it looks like it is breathing, because it "is"- mechanically breathing but still its chest moves up and down. Yeah, that becomes eerie and totally freaky. Now, the doll looks as if it might jump up and draw a large knife on you. Or worse it looks like a tiny baby that has lost its life and is awaiting burial. Any time a doll looks like it ...
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Member since: April 2008
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