: About Me

I have been a writer since age 6, but only realized it at age 10, when I wrote my first short story.  Later, after college, I went after a B.A and an M.F.A in Creative Writing and Communications. Honestly, both diplomas kick started my writing into over drive once  I discovered Helium.

So many different topics - topics I would never think of in a million years. Articles in which I have first hand knowledge, are the best, although sometimes THE hardest to write well. Only my very best is worth posting. That, or Leapfrogged.

Other than writing, I'd say one value I am glad for is being able to give hope to those dealing with a disease or situation that deeply affects their lives. I offer my compassion because I am going through the same things.

My very BEST accomplishment is staying married to a fiesty, know-it-all man, [ who was my college sweetheart] whom I have loved dearly for 32 years.

My passion is ...

writing, being with family, and offering hope where I can

I know too much about ...

Cancer, and the importance of hope.

My parents always told me ...

be honest, and don't lie

My childhood ambition ...

to be a writer

My favorite memory ...

chillin' in a funky lounge on my Carnival cruise vacation, without being in my wheelchair

Why I write ...

It's what I've always been meant to do. Writing is in my blood.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

"Ghost Hunters" on TV

My first job ...

bank teller

My best moment ...

taking my first few steps away FROM my wheelchair

My inspiration ...

God, and the strength and courage He has given me; my husband, for his love and caring

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood memories

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Lions, and tigers and unicorns? Oh my? Yes, there were unicorns; lions, tigers, even a large leaping frog, whose seat was the white center of a lily pad. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, me next!" I cried. I was nine, and wanted a turn on the carousel. The animals on it had been hand carved by an old-world master in Germany, in the late 1890's. And here it was now, 1964, EONS into his future. Even at age 9, I smiled, knowing how pleased the wood carver would have been to see kids laughing so. My sisters and I all wanted rides so we'd have a chance at catching the brass ring. At age 9, I was too small...

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