: About Me

Writing an "About Me" blurb is always very difficult for me. On the inside I feel quite ordinary and it's a challenge to make that ordinary sound like something that other people will find interesting. But I'll try.

I am a collector. I collect words and phrases that taste pretty in my mouth. They flit and float around my head until I sit here at the keyboard and give them a home, in a story, a poem, an essay or just a little written slice of life. I've been writing since I was old enough to hold a crayon in my grubby little fist. I've always had a ravenous hunger for words. I read them, write them, play with them and as my friends and family can tell you, I speak them, often long past the time when they wish I'd be quiet.

The most significant thing I can say about me, is I am a mother. I have four very bright, beautiful boys. I have learned more about life, love and myself from my children than from any other source. In ordinary moments, they can amaze you with their wisdom and humble you with their perfectly simple view of the world. They have taught me to observe, to look deeper, to see beyond the surface into the heart and that is what I write. I write what is closest to my heart.

When you write your heart it's very much like slitting a vein and bleeding all over the blank page. Putting those little drops of yourself out there for the world to see and judge is a scary thing. But I have reached the point in my life where I will no longer allow fear of that judgement, to hold me back from my dream.

The time we have on this earth is short but it's what we do with that time that counts. It is my hope that what I do, the words I write, count as something I can be proud of.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My worth

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Worth. I am a lonely whisper hiding behind laughter and a kiss that lingers on your lips for days. I am the smell of grass cool and sweet and a breath of air tasting your skin like the tip of a tongue. I am a tear that falls in the dark unseen and a line from the song that's stuck  in your head. I am the touch of a lover molten and tender and a bloody icicle in the heart of those who would be cruel. I am the sensuous sway of a skirt over hips and a giggle wrapped in blue jeans and toe socks. I am here, visible to naked eyes that see and hidden cloaked in camouflage from eyes that...

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