I am a kitchinnie (Kitchen Ninnie) with a love for writing, reading, scrapbooking, and genealogy. I spend most of my day buried in mapping software, working with cranky people, and I totally love my job! What makes me sing though is the chance to write, whatever,
+ more bio informationSweat burns my eyes as I heave into the gushing water. My stomach burns with a fresh bout of pain, bringing me to my knees. The ripe stench of death wafted up to my nostrils from the black water. Oh, god, would it never stop? Translucent claws reach from my shirtsleeves, seeking support. I wrap blistered fingers around the d...
The waters will still ebb and flow, the moon still pull the tide, but nothing could be more naturally so, then the tears from a mother's eyes. They start the day your child is born, when first he's laid upon your breast. In spite of pain from muscles worn, heart strings tug your chest. Tear drops fall from sleepy eyes and tr...
Ferris wheel sunsets, apple tree dreams, a continuous revolution, an altering green. Everything changes and everyone slows, reaching for yesterday, reaching for those, those who are precious in a "once was" way, hoping for yesterday to become today. Remembering yesterday I smile and laugh, but still I think "the past is the ...
I turn my back and walk away from what you've made of me. It's not because I've hated you but because I'm hating me. I tremble when I hear your voice, quake when your step is near. I hide when you come through the door. I die, a woman in fear. I once was strong, vibrant, and proud. My smile was quick and true. My step, once ...
"Sing me, Mommy." I hear my son say, as he lays his head down, tired from play. I look at his eyes, flying half mast, at the boy I love, the baby that's past. He smiles so softly, saying "monkeybird, please." That my heart just melts, and his body I squeeze. So starts my song, a song from my heart. An age old lullaby, it now...
Being a mother is more than just training your child, loving your child, or disciplining your child. Being a mother also means allowing your child to teach you, love you, and remind you of the values you’ve held close to your heart throughout your life. Being a mother means growing in yourself as a person, and finding ...
ALMOND JOY BROWNIES: Goodness that will put mama to shame Fresh, oven baked brownies leave everyone’s mouth watering but you might as well admit it, you made them from a box. Who hasn’t? Now you stand in front of your pantry, your family eagerly awaiting the next delectable tray and you find that you’re bor...
Diabetes infusion sets have become a familiar, but not completely understood, component of the insulin pump delivery system. The infusion set consists of three components, a self inserted infusion cannula or needle, a connector, and infusion tubing. This is used along with the insulin reservoir to provide a containment/dispe...
What is the first thing you want your mother (or wife, or best friend, or boss) to say when she walks through the door of your new home? As she breathes in the fresh hewn pine scent of your hand carved balustrades? As she steps through the stained glass door into your sunken living room? As she runs her fingers over the deli...
During the hot summer months more than a few people enjoy kicking back in their garden and sipping a cold brew. Why not share it with your garden? Below is a six-pack of garden tips to get your garden going long before any guests arrive, human or insect. Get the look you want without the expensive chemicals. Grab your six-pa...
J. D. Stone
Member since: July 2008
Articles Written: 19