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I am a Christian wife and mother with a wide range of interests. You are just as likely to find me sowing letuce seed or dyeing fabric just the right color for a daughter's dress, as changing a diaper or balancing the budget.

I hold a doctorate degree in naturopathy,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Puddles: 3 of 122
A sudden summer showerSends us dashing for the door,Me with my small daughters,Together we make four.After reaching safetyI turn around to seeThat absolutely no oneHas been following me.I think, "They soon will be here",But wait for them in vainTil happy shouts and laughterSound clearly through the rain.Fear is my first insti... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 9 of 136
What a lovely, quiet dayTo pen a tale of yore,Of heroes who strove long agoUpon a foreign shore.As I settle comfortablyInto my place to think,I hear an ominous drippingFrom the bathroom sink.When I stretch to grasp the wrenchI need to fix the leak,The stool that's underneath meBegins to loudly creak.Down I tumble to the floor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My painful past: 14 of 185
My past is full of pain,Some given, some received,I attempted to forget themSo I would not be grieved,But now they're coming backTo haunt me without cease;I know that I must deal with themIf ever I want peace.Forgiving those who harmed meWill be hard, for sure,Yet clinging to the wounds they causedCan only hurt me more.Next I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wild & free: 17 of 152
Come here, my feathered friend, and eatSome nuts and seeds - a little treatFrom the hand of one who admires you.Your bright black eyes and feathers blueDemonstrate our Designer's loving care.I see now in your cautious stareYou distrust what my intent may beIn offering food so generously.What assurance can I hold out hereTo sh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day at the beach: 25 of 201
Pack the cooler in the trunkWith towels and folding chairs.Buckle children into placeClutching teddy bears.Back carefully down the drivewayWondering, "What did I forget?"A voice at the first stoplight asks,"Did we get there yet?"Once arrived, you stake your claimTo a tiny scrap of landWhile little ones start buildingCastles i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 14 of 96
Dug from the entombing earth,from jungle shroud unveiled,grudgingly they yieldthe secrets they have held.Coaxed gently by the brush,with the trowel persuaded,pieces of the past appear,oft times cracked and faded.It's only clues they offer,these guardians of history.They entice imaginationand mock with mystery. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Handle with care: 24 of 126
A small fire may become a dangerRoaring into destructive rageLike uncontrolled anger -Handle with care.A sword not in its scabbard hungMay slash deep woundsLike an unguarded tongue -Handle with care.A tender, growing plant stressedBy drought will witherLike imagination repressed -Handle with care.A lovely, blown-glass work of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 38 of 124
You know who they are,And so do I,Those people who pushYour blood pressure high.Their ideas are great,And points of view,They just never thinkYou might have some, too.So loud and bossy,But they will claimThe good of us allIs their only aim.Whatever you doThey pronounce wrong;If it's not their wayIt doesn't belong.Retaliation'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Out West: 38 of 78
Somewhere out westWhere summer suns warmSage and paintbrush into bloom,Where winter winds congealThe blood of wolf and elk,Dwells the remnant of a peopleWhose life flows through my veins.I know them notAnd yet they call to me.Or is it a longing for their ancient ways,So in harmony with my Maker's world,That sings within my be... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A shoulder to cry on: 68 of 137
When hatred in the worldMakes me want to weep,When I see injusticeWhich I cannot right,When the weight of livingIn a sea of senseless crueltyPresses on my heart,You appear to let me knowThat someone caresEnough to give meA shoulder to cry on. More..