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I have been working in the food service industry for just about 13 years. I am a young single mother, and have had a passion for music, education, and of course writing since I can remember. I have seen a lot of things in my time o far, and have the creative

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Health & Fitness > Healthy Living & Wellness Listen to music everyday: 2 of 10
Wouldn't it be great if we could channel our hobbies and interests into something that could reduce stress, lower blood pressure, or even boost our immune systems? No, you don't need any special equipment, or any technical know how....all you need is music. According to www.thinkrightnow.com, there are soothing arrangements ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Grandparents: 8 of 36
It was a rainy, cool summer day, It had been days since I was able to play outside, which for a 5 year old child was unbearable. What was worse? My Mother once again went to work leaving my brother and I with our Grandparents. "This is gonna be no fun!" I remember whining to my Mother, and I am sure I dramatized quite the te... More..
Jobs & Careers > Nonprofit & Service Sector Is Mystery Shoppers really a job or a rip-off?: 4 of 13
Let's be honest, we all know they are out there....we just don't know how they get their jobs. After leaving my restaurant management job of twelve years, I decided that perhaps mystery shopping was the thing for me. After all, I had quality, service and cleanliness drilled into my mind for so long, why shouldn't it do me so... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Cats who act like dogs: 6 of 19
I have had cats my whole life, and have always respected them as almost majestic beings. However, deep down I have always wanted a dog, but for one reason or another I have not been able to have one. Not to say that I have settled for cats, but that is the only type of pet I have been able to have. About a year ago, a friend... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Starving for attention: 42 of 130
The darkness of a catastrophic nightmare, is living in my hopeless world of lust. Dying inside each time I think of you, escaping your crushing embrace a must. Deciding to save my life is killing me, for living without you could kill me too. To hate our world of illusionary journey, but still hate my world of unsettled refus... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Extreme Christianity: Can it be taken too literally: 2 of 5
We have all heard the term "Jesus freak" thrown around, but is there any truth behind it? If you ask me, the answer is no. I have been raised in the Baptist church, and have my own very strong beliefs, much like many people out there. Likewise however, I have encountered my share of people that really take it too far, and (i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Easter: 17 of 40
I thought I'd never be happy And my dreams never fulfilled My needs to go unsatisfied For a chance, I would have killed But now I have him in my life To guide me through my years And not a person or a pet The one who shed more than tears He shed his blood to cleanse our sins Now I know he's with me Because he rose again With... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Bible Study Who does the serpent in Genesis 3 represent?: 1 of 2
According to the New International Version of the Bible, Genesis 3:1-4 refers to the serpent as follows: Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, "Did God really say, You must not eat from any tree in the garden?" The woman said to the serpent, "We may eat frui... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing myself: 19 of 25
I woke up today and felt alone, A boat with out a sail, a body without life. I got up, but wanted to go back Tired of looking around at all this strife. Couldn't wait to hear your voice, To feel your loving touch, To look into your eyes, Needing you with me so much. Sometimes I ask what must I do? There is so much lost pride... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Handle with care: 112 of 128
I sometimes sit and miss myself Not who I was, but my past on the shelf. My childhood toys battered and worn, and tiny clothes tattered and torn. So many dreams shattered, not achieved, Yet many a gift of knowledge received. I feel that somewhere along the line, Confusion set in, things went awry. I'd begun growing up, wanti... More..