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Having retired early from a Federal government job in 2005 (after 29 years), I now find myself with the time and energy to devote to what I love best - writing!

I lived in GA/AL for 43 years before retiring to Florida with my husband and our commune of critters.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance: 2 of 188

JOSIE'S JOURNAL Josie Williams kneeled beside her husband's grave, outlining the letters of his name slowly with her index finger. A single tear seeped from the corner of her eye and traveled unceremoniously down her cheek. She wiped at it absently and smiled. "No more tears. . .I know. I did promise you that, didn't I, sweet... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lessons in life: 5 of 200

DON'T JUST SIT THERETime ticks by so slowly for those who just watch and wait;Minute by minute, second by second as it gradually slips away.Always dreaming and wishing for better things these people often fail to see;All the beautiful, meaningful things that God gave to them absolutely free.Before they have time to realize wh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Purpose: 3 of 57

I AM WOMANDetermination is a way of life for herShe has a fearful will to survive;The talents she possesses will serve her wellBecause... she's a woman.Always taking the good with the badShe wears a smile upon her face;Accepting those things she knows she can't changeBecause... she's a woman.She waits for him to come home-lat... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Working Parents Should mothers bring their children to work?: 2 of 23

Take a moment, sit down, and really think about this question. Look at it objectively and realistically. Put aside any maternal instincts lurking inside your head and subdue all those emotional feelings that are frantically fighting for first place within your heart. If you do that, you will know that NO the work place is no ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy: 58 of 583

ZOLMIR - The Beast Ricar trudged through the darkness of this night with a weary slump to his broad shoulders. His dark hair hung in shaggy ringlets as the mild breeze blew escaping strands across his ruggedly handsome face. He stopped to rest for a moment and to gauge the remaining distance to his home and family, neither of... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Childbirth & Labor Should you have an epidural or natural childbirth?: 5 of 42

PLEASE! Give me a break! I am totally shocked that this question is even open for debate; surely some male must have submitted it for discussion (no offense, fellas).In my humble opinion, this is a no-brainer. Why in the world would someone willingly submit to such intense pain and discomfort? Is it simply for the bragging ri... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Children's stories: 77 of 396

PINKY'S WISH COMES TRUE The little girl's name was Pinky. Actually, her real name was Penelope Johnson, but her parents had nicknamed her Pinky when she was very young. Pinky was a very pretty six-year old. She had long curly, blond pigtails and big blue eyes. She was also a very happy little girl. She had everything that a l... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Bathrooms: 13 of 52

THE BLACK HOLE Picture it: one 6-year old girl, an out-house, a frisky cow, and a beautiful summer day almost at end, the sun going down on her grandmother's country home That 6-year old girl was me and the day I fell into that black hole is a day I will remember vividly for the rest of my life. Here's what happened. I spent ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 118 of 427

CHANGING SHEETSAs I once again change the bedding,I remember last night's lovemaking-our hearts were pumping double-timeand I'm sure I felt the earth shaking.Each and every encounter is different,most likely, depending upon our moods-while some times are quiet and calm,many others are demanding and crude.Would I deflate your ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Child abuse: 70 of 216

A GROWN CHILD'S PAINThe little girl sat alone in the hallwayWhile her Daddy checked her out of school;She fought to hold back the oncoming tearsFor fear she would be made a fool.Once a week, regular like clock-work, for sureHer Daddy would caress her legs and smooth her hair;While her tiny lungs burst inside her beating chest... More..