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It's summer and I have to time to read and write! I'm a forty something English teacher working as a preschool teacher and loving it! I have 5 beautiful children and one beautiful husband. I've been published in some small presses and ezines and I'm glad to

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 3 of 249
The Lake TreeIn a prarie by the lakeStands a mighty maple treeThere are oh, so many leavesOn its branches blowing freeBut when the air gets colderAnd the summer turns to fallThe leaves let loose and dance downThe big leaves and the smallAnd then the tree stands nakedNever losing majestyThe squirrel's twiggy castleIs exposed f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Parents: 2 of 69
ParentYou must be wise enough to know to make them stay will make them leave.You must know when to let them go.Yet, if they go you know you'll grieve.In youth they need you always near.When they turn teen, you're in the way.You miss the days you wiped their tears,you miss their hugs, warm sunshine rays.Yet, if you want them a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 45 of 267

The AtticBoxes of clothes they once wore,old toys in bags scatter the floor,trinkets and knick-knacks the heart couldn't waste,even some gems made of rhinestone and paste ...I sit among memories and I realizea home's heart is the atticand blink back tears from my eyes. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Counting: 2 of 9
Ten Rowdy RhinosTen rowdy rhinos stampede through jungle vineOne got his horn stuck, now there are nine.Nine rowdy rhinos cross a swamp, so great.One's afraid of water, now there are eight.Eight rowdy rhinos with their feet all revvin',one sniffed too much dust, now there are seven.Seven rowdy rhinos crushing bamboo sticks,on... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Phobias: 1 of 4
The Elevator"Will you step inside and take a ride?" The invitation came from the elevator across the corridor. Emily looked around, confused that no one else seemed to have heard the funny little voice.Tentatively moving closer, Emily peered in to get a better look at the owner of the voice. She gasped when her eyes fell on a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 124 of 478
WallpaperMy room looked dreary, I papered the walls,They looked so good that I papered the halls.They turned out nice, so I papered the doors,I papered the wood that made up the floorsthis may have been a mistake, but since I went to thebotherI papered the toys in the little one's room,my daughter's a weaver, I papered her lo... More..
Other Grocery shopping horror stories: 22 of 62
Grocery Shopping: A Lesson in ShrinkageI zoomed up my driveway, threw the car into park, and got into my house as fast as I could. No one was chasing me and Mother Nature was not calling. I needed to scream and I didn't want to do it in public. I had just returned home from the grocery store.Grocery shopping has never been on... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Funny stories from the doctor's office: 20 of 46
The Waiting Room "Justin! Get down. Do you want to break the nice doctor's table?" Kate watched with little interest, from her black vinyl seat across the room, as a young mother, red faced and hair a mess, reached for her son. "No, mommy! I want to jump down," screamed Justin. "No you don't, darling. You might get hurt." Kat... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Nightmare vacations: 13 of 25
A Little Left of Paradise When eighteenth century, Scottish poet Robert Burns coined the phrase "the best laid plans of mice and men ", he could have been referring to my family's first summer vacation. Since I laid the plans, I bravely take all of the blame. We had all of our children out of diapers and I was finally not pre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 32 of 56
A Nightly MuseWhy is it, I ask the night,I feel compelled to sit and writewhile you darken nature's worldand others, while in bed sleep curledaround a pillow or a mate;why can I not, too, feel sate?But, even though I question you,I know why, and you know, too.You make magic with the moon,magic that does not know the noon.For ... More..