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I am a full time writer living in Brooklyn, NY. I am still waiting for my break to come, trying not to give up hope. I am married to a wonderful man. He is my rock. Without him I would not have the opportunity to reach for my dreams.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The other woman: 1 of 139
The Other WomanBrian stood in front of his closet trying to decide what to wear for his dinner. He decided on his black slacks with his buttoned down royal blue shirt. She always liked him in blue, telling him that color brought out his eyes the most. He skipped the tie, knowing that they wouldn't be going anywhere too fancy ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Making choices: 2 of 75
I have always hated hospitals. The walls are bleak and colorless and the hallways all have a putrid smell to them. This is why I stay away from them unless I am in extreme pain or my wife is having a baby. Despite my feelings about hospitals, I was right by Karen's side when she went into labor. On that afternoon of April 24t... More..
Education > College Life College life: The best years of your life: 1 of 14
If anyone were to ask what college was like for me my answer would be automatic. I hated it. Did I hate my entire four year experience? Probably not. But I have to say that it was about 95% agony, 5% pleasure. And that 5% was for the handful of classes that I actually enjoyed. When I graduated high school my parents gave me t... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Christmas: 2 of 27
"Christmas Morning"Every Christmas morningI'd wake up with the sunBang on every bedroom doorTrying to wake up everyoneI'd hurry down the stairsBeat my sister to the treeI'd look through all the presentsTo see which ones were for meMom and Dad would finally come downAnd we'd all sit on the floorFor that one morning my whole wo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 14 of 172
"Being A Mother" On the day that you give birth you think it is a miracle from heaven above,Then you wonder how such a little person can fill your heart with so much love.You spend your days and nights watching their every motion,And every day your heart gets filled with more love and devotion.You look into their baby eyes an... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Sports News & Opinion (Other) Should coaches face criticism when a team loses?: 2 of 10
Should coaches face criticism when a team loses? If a coach calls in a play, and because of that one play, and only that one play, the team loses then yes, the coach should be criticized. But let's face it, that's rarely the case. When a team loses a game, there's always more than one reason for the loss, and you cannot put t... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Love: 64 of 273
"You Can Let Go"When Annie met CharlieIt was love at first sightBut deep down insideShe didn't know if it was rightHer husband had only been goneFor a little over a yearAnd while her heart wanted CharlieShe was held back by fearCharlie said he understoodWhat she was going throughHis wife had been gone five yearsBut he knew wh... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Remembering love: 32 of 124
I Thought of You Today I walked along the crowded streets And as the people passed me byA familiar smell overwhelmed my sensesSo I stopped and closed my eyesMy mind went back to a familiar placeWhen just the two of us were thereYou sat me down and spoke from your heartAnd your love seemed to fill the airI went back to the hou... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Grandparents: 11 of 36
In Remembrance Danny was filled with sadness and he began to cry. He remembered the day he fell off his bike and started to cry and how the boy down the street made fun of him. When he told his grandfather he said, "Danny my boy, it's okay to cry. It's a part of life. I cry, your Dad cries. Real men aren't ashamed to show the... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Escape: 11 of 30
A Narrow Escape Dennis woke up to the sound of voices in his house. Though they were low, and somewhat distant, he could still hear them. He couldn't understand what they were saying but he knew that didn't matter. Whatever they were saying, it wasn't good for him. He got out of bed, threw on a pair of blue jeans, a grey t... More..