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I am a member of the Pastoral Care Team in a major hospital. I am a member of the Pediatric Ethics Committee, as well as the Adult Ethics Committee at the same hospital. I am a certified advocate for sexual assault victims. I am a certified HIV counselor.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing your first love: 4 of 93

First Love First love, tender and true. Golden sun, sky blue. Hearts beating in unison. Two alone now become one. Reality creeps in, and all goes awry. Goodbye my love. Goodbye.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: All I need: 2 of 33

All I need is a quiet corner where the warm sweet breezes blow, and the sun shines brightly on the lush, green grass below. A place where I can see the ocean waves dancing happily out to sea, where I can chase every rainbow, and finally dare to be me.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: No one can break me: 1 of 13

Bent But Never Broken I have been tossed to and fro by raging winds. Bent to the extreme, but never broken. I have been battered by angry storms. Life has not always been kind. Death has knocked at my door, too many times to count. I confess, I have been intimate with poverty, pain, and injustices. I have been suffocated by ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 15 of 189

In the Twilight Sometimes, in the twilight of the evening, I sit beneath my warm blanket, and I think about the choices I have made for my life. I remember my youth, when all my summers were ahead of me. I remember when I had no thoughts of winter. And now that winter has come, it has taken me rather by surprise. I can no lo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beyond the clouds: 1 of 11

Just Beyond the Clouds My skies are somber and gray. There is no joy in my heaven today. I am searching for the magic, for the sparkle, to light my way, but my searching is in vain. Ah, but somewhere beyond the clouds there is a better day. There is music and song. Magic and merriment. Just beyond the clouds, there is unspea...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Strangers: 7 of 55

Two empty hearts, not yet acquainted, but yearning, and searching. Desperately reaching out to each other. Searching for someone to belong to. A warm, soft, place to call home. Two songs, eager to be played, harmony and melody, waiting to blend and become one. Empty years, silent tears, waiting to be wiped away , within the ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Midnight: 4 of 31

Midnight has spread it's indigo blue cape, which swiftly changes to silvery black. A soft rustling is heard, as one day changes to another. There are subtle changes of color and hue, as the luminescent moon scurries beyond the silvery grey clouds. There is a shifting, a changing, as the old rolls out, and the new tumbles in....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 29 of 210

Tears Liquid satin, emanating from the depths of my being. Dissapointments, fears, sadness, and anger, silently slide down my cheeks. My tears. Liquid satin, emanating from the depths of my being. Written June 22, 2009
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Body image: 9 of 65

In My Season I am in my season now. Bold, brassy, and sassy. Embracing my natural curves. Accepting them. I remember in days gone by, Longing for that lean perfectness, for that illusive ideal of beauty. But, Im in my season now. I am strong enough to define beauty on my own terms. Beauty is me. A black woman strong and prou...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 23 of 166

The storm blows in, I welcome it with open arms. The rain is stinging and cold. The winds blow strong, pushing, demanding to have its way. The symphony against the window pane is exquisite. I close my eyes and revel in its sweet song. The storm passes. Regretfully, I watch it go. The song is but a distant echo.