: About Me

Life gives us all turns and twists. I'm no different. I've been writing since I was twelve years old and through a few of those turns and twists, I have managed to publish a couple of stories.

I love writing. I can't think of another thing that I enjoy so much. Well-scrapbooking and going to yard sales maybe. In a sense though, through pictures, a scrapbook can tell a story as well as words as long as it's done right.

I have worked retail all my life. I've gone from department stores to a camera store where I worked for seventeen years. I've been out of the loop, so to speak with new camera technology for the past three years, but I can still pick up a camera and figure out how it works in record time.

The last five years of my work life at this company was in the office where I learned accounting, human resources, newsletters and much more. By the time the company closed its doors in 2005, I was close to applying for disability.

Another thing I know very well is Arthritis. It has done its job well on me and I am partially disabled because of it.  I do okay though.  I really do.

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

Scrapbooking and yard sailing

My parents always told me ...

Be home before dark

My childhood ambition ...

Become a writer

My favorite memory ...

I was five. Dad took me to a soda shop. It was just the two of us.

Why I write ...

I have much inside me that needs to be told.

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

Not reading much but the newspaper right now, I watch PBS mostly but there are a few other shows I enjoy, Flashforward so far has been captivating. I just watched the last episode of Lost. Great ending. I listen mostly to NPR.

My first job ...

Baby Sitting

My best moment ...

When I met my best friend Pen, "she is my bestest frien" (this is for you pen)

My inspiration ...

My mother. She told me I could do anything

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Halloween memories

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I was supposed to be in bed. At nine years old, I should have been. The house was dark, save light from the television in the living room. Mom was sitting on the couch, which sat on the opposite side of the dining room wall. Mom always sat at the dining room table, working crossword puzzles or reading while she waited for Dad to come home from work. I was curious and had to know why she wasn't at the table. With the house in darkness, I made my escape from my bedroom. I crept through the dining room and hunkered down next to the arched doorway, right behind her. As long as she did not get ...

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