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I'm a stay-at-home mom who has toyed with the ideas of writing professionally most of my life. In the meantime, I just write for the joy of it and to abide by my motto: have fun!

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Body image: 2 of 60
Funhouse Mirror The mirror in my bathroom should show me what to see But I think it must be broken that image can't be me. The pimply face and hooded eyes topped off with frizzy hair Along with more than fifty pounds that just should not be there. The crooked teeth should crack the glass but it never seemed so strong And eve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Questions: 30 of 140
Must I? I ask you this: Why must I know the evils of life Before I know the joys? Why must I see such fear and hate Taken out on girls and boys? Why must I learn of sinful deeds That I did not commit? Why must I tell the tale of time That has no charm, or wit? Why must I be told of power and wealth When they're things I'm no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child: 48 of 165
What a Wonderful World? I was so excited to show you the world. The trees in autumn, the new life in spring The thunderstorms of summer, And, well, we could stay inside during wintertime; I didn't think you'd like snow. I wanted you to be able to see and hear Experience...everything Even the pain (though not too much) So hap... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A simple memory: 2 of 4
STANDING OVATION As I stood upon the stage My face radiant from knowing a job well done Hearing the rush of applause, I searched for you. I found you standing in the crowd, Clapping with the rest But smiling with a pride they could not have felt. And though my makeup melted under the lights And stung my eyes, I saw clearly h... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: The first day of school: 15 of 20
The first day of my freshman year dawned bright with promise. I had spent the last eight years in a parochial school where we had to wear blue plaid jumpers, even in the wintertime. I am not a person who looks good in blue. Or plaid. Or jumpers. As a thirteen-year-old, knowing I had no options was very upsetting. As a freshm... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn leaves: 111 of 122
The heat of summer is no longer so bold And winter's chill has yet to catch hold For now all attention is upon autumn leaves And the intricate beauty that every one weaves Their allure is one of patience and grace They know they won't long be in this place But until they fall or are blown away They seem to take joy in the ro... More..