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I am a writer, educator, and public speaker. I am passionate about the written word, my country, self-reliance, compost, organic gardening, telling stories and family.

My professional experience spans many years and much of the globe. From 1997 until 2007

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The mountains: 2 of 99
In autumn's golden sheen rise their slopes' ancient stones. And during spring's rains I've been searching for my ancestor's bones. On Skye's misted, rolling hills, where lived clans in tartan glory, my grandpa's grandpa's blood did spill in battle loud and gory. Dark and wise and cleft and deep these Scottish mountains breat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 23 of 784
Inky night wraps the city gloom In bedclothes of stars and moon And two people sit in a room Facing fate down with visage stern As fears, hopes, desires churn Yet from each other they do not turn And watching, breathing with eyes soft Never tearing gaze to look aloft The stare was broken when somebody laughed In sickness, in... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the woods: 3 of 91
It was early evening on the autumn day that while out walking my dog I met the Ghost of Monchat The sun had just lowered neath the mountainous scape the honey-pink glow filtering and flitting on my necks' nape. When all in a moment light's tingle joined by cold appeared a tall creature from two trees' twisted fold. 'Ware' he... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Secrets: 1 of 30
She Has a Secret (an upbeat '80s pop synth song) Whoa, she's walking up to me And baby I can see That she's hiding something deep And she's gonna make me weep She has a secret And I don't know if she still loves me She has a secret I'm thinking maybe she is breaking free She has a secret Could it be over? Could it be? She ha... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heart attack: 2 of 50
Heart Attack I got home today hung up my coat looked at the calendar moving by rote. There I saw the date looked forward a week realized the anniversary upon me did creep. Two years! I thought marveling deep I thought of the day that you'd made me weep. A day that had come like most often do with the sun in the sky waking up... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow: 10 of 207
In glittering, glowing, cottony white The snow came tumbling down this night And covered the moon, the trees and stars With a blanket of soft curves with nary a mar So I sat in my living room, all cozy and warm And stared out the window at the noiseless storm Thankful for seasons, regular and true And could not deny that thi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poem ideas for baby shower invitations: 2 of 39
Has anybody else ever noticed that preparing for a baby shower is stressful on both the host and the attendees? Think about it! The people who are going to show up have to try to find the perfect gift while agonizing over whether you already have it. But the host, boy howdy does she have her work cut out for her! She's got t... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A business lunch gone wrong: 2 of 27
Ridley Walters strode into the art-deco motifed restaurant, immediately scanning for his party. His briefcase heavy in his meaty right hand, Ridley rolled his shoulders, his eyes never stopping their search. That must be him. The fellow with the large nose that seemed to be turning down to get a taste of the wine the man was... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter mornings: 2 of 27
Step on the porch and feel the wind gusting through mountain pass. It blows fallen stars in crystal puffs. How long will this winter last? Close to the east looming above are peaks with glistening trees. Their load sways them closer to earth. Already my hands and nose freeze. But sun far above glistens blinding on unbroken f... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Spring: 2 of 23
Hope Springs (thoughtful, similar to "More Than Words" by Extreme) Early sun dawns bright It calls to me and makes me want to rise Up with the new sprouts That find their way back up from soil's grim vise Dew greets my feet And in my heart a ray finally shines Hope springs from despair Shining on dreams like sun's warm gold ... More..