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I have always had a passion for the arts, including creative writing, music, and drawing. In recent years, I have focused more and more on writing, especially poetry and fiction. My favorite subjects for writing include nature, spirituality, and relationships.

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Food & Drink > Bread & Baking Recipes Recipes: Never fail pie crust: 1 of 24
I had been working at a shelter for women and children for a few months when the director informed me that I would be making six quiches for the staff Christmas brunch. The brunch was three days away, I had never made quiche, and my pie crust technique was sketchy at best. A fellow staff member heard of my plight, and present... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture The Christian faith journey: 3 of 45
There are as many Christian faith journeys as there are Christians. Each story is unique. My own faith journey has paralleled my journey in 2004 across the United States, from New Hampshire to Arizona and Texas. Through brutal trials and triumphant joys, I have learned that God created me with a purpose for my life. For over ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Taking a stand: 1 of 11
The Fire of Unwelcome Ideas (For Tom Paine) Spark from the altar of liberty, Will you finish this poem with me? My words stumble from fatigue; My eyes burn from writing too long. 1776, your specter steadies my hand. Let me see with your eyes This unmarked trail that leads too far. Unjustly reviled, adored by a few friends, A... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Female humor: 3 of 25
God's Heart Dances when Women Laugh Mirth peeks in. A giggle is born. It fights its way from our throats to our noses. We forget our place and draw attention to ourselves. Our children roll their eyes. Our husbands clear their throats. Madison Avenue certainly discourages it (unless they thought of it first). But God's heart... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wildlife: 6 of 47
Bear, How blessed you are. You sleep away the winter; When the runoff cracks the ice, You smash through the chilly, rushing water To retrieve the choicest salmon. When the sun warms your back, You meticulously forage for blueberries And deliciously lick honey from your lethal paw. Bear, how blessed we are To follow your shado... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love of nature: 4 of 31
Nearly November ( for Captain Meriwether Lewis) It's a day you'd have noted, Captain, In your journal two centuries ago. It's nearly November, unseasonably warm For northern Arizona. We went up into the mountains today, My sisters and I. The San Francisco Peaks are now scarred With ski trails and cables, But you'd have memo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter scene: 1 of 7
Winter watches with bated breath; Autumn ignites a fiery death spiral. Winter waits in respectful silence. In the interim hush, The darkest nights herald the newborn sun. Winter quietly steps forward as we Close the blinds and make tomorrow's careful plans. We awaken early for work or school, Mistaken, we're sure; Only a Sund... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Immortal: 1 of 6
Words immortal, echoed chords unbroken, Urge us on from hallowed ages past Poets raise a glorious voice at last, Whispered, written, shouted, sung, or spoken. Sonnets from the day my heart was woken: Immortal words from one whom I adore Hold me in embrace forevermore With promises and this ring as a token. Speeches from the s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Las Vegas: 2 of 11
God spoke to me in Las Vegas - Yes, that Las Vegas. I stood on the corner waiting for the light to change. "Stay," He said. Was He kidding? Stay in the garish, corrupted, bloodsucking city That manufactures despair? "Go back to Las Vegas," He said, as the Strip, with its Soul-numbing dreams, receded in the rear view mirror. W... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Joy & hope: 2 of 11
Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good: The honey of an encouraging word, The salt of tears, confessed and released. Heaven's fire consumes all bitter regret, Refining our hearts, Producing an aroma sweet to the Lord. As you and I step forward, listening, into angelic light, The humble perfume of the Lily of the Valley Heral... More..