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I am a 42 year old mother of two, married, with one crazy dog. I'm a full time student, going for my associate degree in medical billing. I am a published writer on AC Associate Content, and have always written stories, poems, and prose. I love to write. I

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Pets & Animals > Horses (Other) Horses: The funniest thing: 1 of 25
The ownership of horses, and our subsequent riding trail business, started out more like funny business. Our first purchase was a one-year-old standard bred, named "Nibbler". At first he did not know he was a horse. His constant whinnying and huffing at being lonely, lead to the suggestion from my husband that I just take a s... More..
Entertainment > Television (Other) Remembering classic television shows: 2 of 24
Remember the old laminated cabinet TVs, the ones that were made to look like furniture, and actually called "a set"? Back then, you knew where the knobs were and more importantly, what they each did. The color knob on our old set took some abuse in its later years; the color would fade in and out on the screen. Even though, w... More..
Pets & Animals > Animal Rescue & Adoption How to start an animal rescue group: 1 of 8
If your passion for the plight of animals and their rescue has always been a deep set desire of yours, add your voice to the thousands of others who share your efforts. Have you ever wondered just what it takes to be an advocate of the cause? Here are some of the processes you will have to take into consideration before you o... More..
Arts & Humanities > Philosophical Concepts Thoughts on individuality: 6 of 37
The right of individualism gives more meaning to that famous line in our Declaration of Independence. "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." Every aspect of our lives tells a story about individualism. Without it, we would not have had the great works of famous artist, authors, musicians, scientists, philosophers, and ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Speed of life: 6 of 36
Speed Of Life "Look at her, isn't she wonderful?",I asked my husband in a hushed whisper,as we stared down at the little pink face."Yes.", he simply replied."Come here!""Because I said so!""Sweetie, put your coat on, it is cold outside.""Coming over today!""We're just too busy right now, Mom.""Mom, don't buy me any more coats... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood: 16 of 72
When I was a kid, we got a stocking filled with one orange, an apple some peppermint, and a pair of socks. Our big-ticket item was a bike, or a big wheel. We were happy with what we got. My childhood memoirs call me back to the carefree days only a young kid growing up in the before the 80's era can have.As kids, we played ma... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Earth: 39 of 171

Earth To Lord!Do you see what a mess I have become, Lord?Are you sure this was meant to be?Did you see the latest scar I earned,that was given to me by humanity?I was once bountiful, and unlearned,Now, I am old and riddled with disease.My guts have been probed and prodded,parts are missing and then re added, see?I smoke all d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My husband: 20 of 64
We are sharinga cup of coffee.As he talks,his voice fades out.In that fleeting moment,I see him aseveryone else does.Rose colored glasses gone.Twisting my wedding band,I look at his.I'm so in awe,that this man,is my husband. More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Christmas Stocking stuffer ideas for hunters: 1 of 3
Many years ago, I discovered a unique gift idea for hunters, camouflaged toilet paper. Yes, I know. Over the course of my years as a hunter's wife, I too thought I had seen it all. So every year in the stocking, along with the usual fare of battery-heated socks, hand warmers, a deer caller, flashlight and orange sock cap, wou... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: How horses have changed my life: 8 of 20
"So, how long have you been dealing with horses?" asked Dr. Foster, as he stuck his gloved finger back into the deep openings in my mangled right arm. "About five years," I replied, trying not to watch the bits of grass, rocks and meat he examined for a few seconds on the tip of his index finger before slinging them into a g... More..