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I am in mid-life with no crisis! It's the best time of my life. My kids are grown and thriving and I'm contentedly married and finally got it right.

I write to entertain myself, to develop myself and to share myself. I find that I am fairly good with the written

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Society & Lifestyle > Economic Values The growing gap between rich and poor: 2 of 24
What does it take to be a success in America? Does the secret lie in education or financial savvy or the relentless pursuit of success? Is it enough to be astute or does it require a compulsion to win at any cost? It all depends upon one's definition of success. There's an old adage that money cannot buy happiness. Maybe som... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: When someone you love commits suicide: 3 of 25
This time you have really jumped off on the deep end. You were funny with your seven year old bravado that night you jumped into the deep end of the hotel pool, defying all the rules to prove you could swim. When you went under and didn't come back up again, all the laughter stopped. Simultaneously each of us panicked, non-s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ode: 6 of 40
TUESDAYS WITH ZACHARY<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Precious little baby on wheels Graduates from drinking meals Grunt and hum yourself to sleep Then you're up, it's time to eat Isn't that a strange sensation? Near banana inhalation! You just sneezed squash all over me In perf... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Inspirational: 13 of 86
I've been spending a lot of time lately thinking about my friends. I think I felt it was time for an inventory; or at least a gut check. I have always loved solace and alone time, so I don't find it particularly easy to make a friend. It is seldom that I pursue people for the purpose of friendship, and some of my closest fri... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 14 of 78
Crooked metal table top, Live outdoor cafe, Steaming swirls of foaming Mug and saucer art display. Sweet robust comrade Penetrates the soul Shade grown darkness Clandestine life of Espresso. Universal lovers Greeting Monday. Venerate Barista bar, Rebellion from Sunday. Thick, swirling daydream Peaceful, warm, pensive Elated,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 76 of 300
A Warm Goodbye to My Texas Friends (on her move to Montana) I've gone the way of Gus McCrae No cattle am I takin' Yessum, it's a stretch from Texas soil And I'm nervous, no I'm shakin' I hear tell there's no sales tax there Don't expect I'll be doin' much shoppin' I'm savin' my green for fleece and wool I'll get used to the ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: What you want to tell mother, but cannot: 17 of 65
Mom, Today I write to you, for me. I need to express how you have affected the person that I am. As a willful act of respect, I decided long ago that I would never tell you how I really feel about you. I have come to understand that you honestly believe you did your best as a mother. As a kid, there are many things I learned... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Fear: 8 of 30
Many moons ago in my younger, more adventurous years, my husband decided he would be more content to live in the country. Though I am by no means a city girl, I do appreciate the convenience of living in town. Also I am scared spunkless of slithering reptiles and have an unhealthy, and probably irrational, fear of stinging s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Found myself: 6 of 19
Found myself. There I am Red headed vision in a rear view mirror With eyes that give away That I am my father's daughter. I don't get many second glances anymore Since my transformation into middle age I look more like somebody's mom or their wife And it's okay, because that's who I am. This is the real me. It's a shame that... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Loneliness: 35 of 108
It's an irksome paradox. That the same solace I once yearned for is now choking me with emptiness. I have always treasured aloneness. Solace is a precious gift and, to have it, I have rejected invitations, left events for others to enjoy, and generally excluded myself from the masses. I wanted only the company of my own thou... More..