I have been writing in a journal for many years, however, I recently took a creative writing course which really opened up my horizons. Thanks to my son, Sean Atwood, who has written in Helium I am trying my neophyte writing skills here on helium. I am looking
+ more bio informationIt was the summer of 1977 and my two sons were happily enjoying their freedom before returning to school in the fall. My younger son had been diagnosed with Hyperactivity Disorder (better known today as ADHD). Sean had been having some "staring" occurrences and it seemed during those times that he was unable to speak or answ... More..
The Mountain Jim looked toward the mountain, with it's beautiful peak surrounded by an early morning mist . The sun was just cresting at the edge of the mountain, making its presence even more beautiful and tempting. Small, wispy clouds dangled in the air, with a bright blue backdrop behind them. The mountain was covered wit... More..
FISHING WITH MY DAD: I often think back to my childhood and my memories of fishing with my dad. It didn't matter to him if I was a girl, in fact it brought much pleasure to him. Oh, I'm sure that at some point he had wished he'd had a son, but underneath he was still happy he had me to share his passion for fishing. Beginnin... More..
FEARFUL WORDS What words bring fear to your heart? Huge roller coasters? Mountain climbing? Claustrophobia? Well, the two fearful words for me are TAG SALE! I'd rather go on the highest, tipsiest roller coaster in the world rather than prepare for a tag sale. Just the mention of having a tag sale can have the most rational p... More..
JOYS OF GARDENING Late winter: It's the time of year that I have trouble dealing with. Although the sky promises us extra minutes of precious daylight, there is the sense of knowing we are still in winter. It's a Netherland of cold and dark. My yearning to be outdoors, see green, bask in the warmth of a newborn spring lures ... More..
THE LOST CHILD She stood there at the kitchen stove, a woman who looked older than her 34 years. Her hair was disheveled and the dress she wore looked as if it hadn't been washed for many days. It didn't matter if she was going anywhere or not. Jamie was embarrassed by the way she looked, the long stringy hair that always lo... More..
FEAR OF FLYING I'm going to fly out to Spokane, WA on May 5th to share a week of enjoyment and relaxation with my younger son and wonderful daughter-in-law. Naturally, I'm so excited to see them once again. Mixed with that excitement is sheer terror. I haven't flown since the mid 90s and have never flown anywhere by myself. ... More..
DEATH OF A PET I know many people who have pets that have died say "Well it was only a dog." Those people can't fathom how anyone could be so upset over a pet's death. They don't understand how strong the bond is between humans and animals. It's hard for me to comprehend this mind set. They only think that once a pet dies th... More..
SKIING IN CT There's a gem in the northwest corner of CT. A gem that's not very large, but one that shines brightly. For those who live in that corner we are able to ski at Ski Sundown located in New Hartford CT. Yes, there are larger resorts nearby, however, this ski area packs a mighty punch. Approximately 20 miles northwe... More..
CONFESSIONS OF AN OLD HIPPIE Yep, that's right I'm an old hippie. I admit it. I never lived in a tipi or a commune, but nonetheless I was a hippie. I wore bell bottom jeans, love beads, long hair and tie dyed t shirts. I took part in the peace movement, circled the Pentagon hoping for a "harmonic conversion" and went to many... More..
Ann Atwood
Torrington, Connecticut US
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