: About Me

I'm 27 and the mother of three adorable girls.  They are aged 7, 4 and 1.  My oldest girl is kind of shy but extremely intelligent.  She was diagnosed with leukemia in September of 2008, she has been in remission now for 2 years, she is quiet and loves to read.  My second oldest is friendly and very social.  My youngest is laid back, she'll climb into a chair (if she finds one small enough for her) and just sit back and take it in.

I grew up in a large family and my father is a non-ordained minister.  I was homeschooled throughout my childhood and have never been to public school.  I have just recently gotten my GED.  I would like to go to college and will probably apply for a grant if I can't earn enough money to enroll on my own.

I love to write and have been doing it since I was eleven years old.  I think that comes from my dad who writes articles non-stop.  I'd have to say my one passion is art in almost any form.  I love to cook, draw, paint, write, and many other art forms.  I'm thinking of majoring in architecture when I go to college.

My passion is ...

art

I know too much about ...

the x-files

My parents always told me ...

I was the good one

My childhood ambition ...

artist

My favorite memory ...

Playing backyard baseball

Why I write ...

Because I enjoy it

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I like all kinds of different kinds of music, television and books. No specific favorites right now except Les Miserables is my all time favorite book.

My first job ...

Cleaning houses

My best moment ...

The moment after each of my girls were born.

My inspiration ...

my family

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed

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Flashes of the future come: Scourging whips and lashing tongues. Betrayal from a cherished friend, where will all the heartache end? They come to take Him late at night, He goes along without a fight. Deserted now by all who care, He stands within the lion's lair. Painful spikes surround His head, He wishes now that He were dead. His hands and feet are driven through He's on display for all to view. His heart is heavy as the rain His body aches, it's racked with pain. The love he feels for mankind is greater than this ropes that bind. He calls out "Father!  Father why?" The few w...

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