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I am a mother and grandmother. Married to a wonderful man. I am a retired beautician. I have always had a desire to write but did not know where to begin. I took a home course for writing a long time ago, and then my daughter

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fate: 1 of 138

Is it fate that brought us here from a realm, we cannot remember. Is it fate that causes us to be tested and tried, during our probationary time on earth, while yearning for something better? No, it is not fate that has brought us here, it is something much grandeur. A plan prepared before our mortal entrance. A kingdo...
Religion & Spirituality > Religion & Spirituality (Other) Should we fear God?: 1 of 43

The Fear Of The Lord Is The Beginning Of Wisdom Attention should be taken to differentiate between the two different uses of this word. When you first look at the word fear, an emotion surfaces in the mind of danger or apprehension, but the fear spoken of in the scriptures is an emotion of respect, learning, and knowledge. T...
Style & Beauty > Hair Color & Coloring Should you go gray naturally or dye your hair as you age?: 2 of 60

I remember when I was very young and I would see women with gray hair I vowed I never wanted to look like that; but now that I am older and in the gray hair sector I find that thought no longer applies. I am gray; I have a beautiful white head of hair. It looks like a platinum blond in the sun with a darker...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drugs: 5 of 111

He once wore a suit, clean and pressed. Worked hard to give his family the best. His demeanor showed a fine character, a Pride in his accomplishments. Then he met me, Drugs. Once she had dreams of finishing school. Becoming the first in her family pool, To become a teacher and help the youth. Her goal was worthy...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Lost in the woods: 3 of 53

I realized that I had only gone through the woods one other time and that was when I followed my dad. I wished I had paid more attention instead of just following him. This time it seemed different and I could not recognize the area. I was only ten years old then and now four years later I thought...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Loneliness: 7 of 121

When I hear the word loneliness, emptiness permeates my mind. My thoughts take me back to my childhood with the memories of being home alone so many times. I had no social contact with others for periods of months on end, no one to talk too and no one to play with. I had days of endless time, so it se...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Secret love: 3 of 43

I was fourteen and in my last year of Junior High. I lived with my grandmother on a small farm in white county, Tennessee. Grandma called me her little June bug, but my real name is Amie Ann. I am tall and on the skinny side, but my body is starting to fill out in all the right places. Grandma was con...
Religion & Spirituality > Comparative Religion Is there one, true religion that is better than all the others?: 6 of 85

The religion or gospel truths and ordinances that Christ taught and setup constitutes the one true religion that stands out among the others. “God has restored knowledge about the plan of salvation, which is centered on Christ's Atonement and fulfilled by living the first principles and ordinances. God is our lit...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birds: 10 of 139

You can listen, as the birds usher in the break of day with songs of variety. Each song a warning to other birds that this territory is claimed. Watch the birds, they come in all sizes and add a spectrum of color to natures scenery. Learn from the birds as they build their nests and gather their food. Fi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The ocean: 20 of 201

Waves that beckon me to enter, Fear that holds me back. Its seemingly vast surface that thrills my being with a first time glance. The ocean can roar like a lion in a storm, or lap at the beach, sounding like a dog that laps his water from his dish. I love the ocean, feeling the fear lessen, as it beckons me