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About me

Sandra Lynn is a freelance writer for numerous community newspapers.
She is also co-administrator for several on-line community groups and a published writer of short stories and opinion pieces.
She is an active environmentalist and human rights advocate.
Sandra Lynn is working on a novel, the achievement of a lifetime, she is always up for a challenge!

Briefly me

My passion is ...

I have always loved music and lyrics are my passion.

I know too much about ...

how easily those in positions of power become hypocrites.

My parents always told me ...

they loved me.

My childhood ambition ...

to write a book one day.

My favorite memory ...

is galloping my horse through the fields in the summertime.

Why I write ...

writing's always been a part of my life, ever since my ABC's.

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

I am reading "The Shack" and I highly recommend it.

My first job ...

cleaning out horses stalls at a stable after school.

My best moment ...

Singing with a band in front of hundreds at a concert!

My inspiration ...

my children

Helium favorites

Titles

The effects of chemicals used on coffee crops
The health dangers of reusing plastic bottles and bags
The dangers of declining bee populations
Album reviews: The Weirdness, by The Stooges
Alfred Hitchcock: The king of the cameo

Articles

Should the Bible continue to be used for swearing-in ceremonies and in courtrooms? by Rob Drew
What responsibility does the US have toward Vietnamese who believe they've suffered illnesses as a result of their exposure to the dioxin Agent Orange? by DJ Triplett
True gardening stories: The worst pest experience by Sandra Lynn

Featured article by Sandra Lynn

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Help me: 19 of 19

You can help now, As the flood, Rushes in... through the murky depths. Dismal, darkened, decay. So long lay dormant, Undisturbed memories, Perpetual malcontent. Patriarchal, Hot breath, Blowing foul, Across my neck. Slick fingers, Groping, Greedily, Acids churning. Sickened... To the core, Slamming shut, The nursery door. Hate quickens my heart, Blood pulsing with fear, Child so alone, Guilt-ridden tainted years. Desperate hopelessness, Yet... This silence, I cannot betray. Is there no one, Who can help me, Escape this nightmare, Life had gave? Sorrow washes, Anguish, Flooding through, The...
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