: About Me

My name is Samantha. I lived my whole life in the northern lower peninsula in Michigan until just recently moving to the panhandle of Florida with my long time boyfriend Michael. I am a high school graduate with a background in fine arts.

Some of my professions and hobbies are:

Homemaking, gardening, landscapes, home decorating, art, acting, science, taking care of animals, singing, music, reading, history, movies, television, poetry, children, novel writing, giving advice, geography, cultural studies, psychology/sociology, mediating, helping charities, medicine, survival skills, martial arts, supernatural occurances, learning new things, astrology, astronomy, and of course freelance writing.

Another thing about myself is that I come from a big family. Mechanics, gardeners, dog groomers, hardware store employees, nurses, and artists run in my family. I have more than basic knowledge of those subjects. Home design and landscaping are some of the things that I study and follow. I love learning and read up on new topics everyday.

My passion is ...

Writing all that I can, my fiance Michael, and helping people

I know too much about ...

Everything

My parents always told me ...

To try hard in life

My childhood ambition ...

Was to be successful in accomplishing my goals

My favorite memory ...

Is high school with my goofy friends

Why I write ...

I write because that's what I do, enjoy, and live by...

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

I'm reading Everworld sci-fi books, I'm watching Heroes, and I'm listening to my favorite songs online

My first job ...

Cabin maid/Child care giver/Gas station employee

My best moment ...

Being on stage in front of a thousand people for my performances

My inspiration ...

Is the love that I have with my soon-to-be husband Michael

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness

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Hanging In Autumn Soft chill in the air Blows over the corn I just lie there On warm green grass Staring up at the colored trees Bright and vibrant Dancing-as-they-fall leaves And I fill apples in my lifted skirt This sweet cider of fall Breeze billows my sunny shirt As migrating blue jays call I run barefoot to the tire swing On the old oak tree Just listening to wind chimes sing I sit and swing Swing Autumn fingers run through my copper hair Tangle it I don't care And the sun puts red on my lips and cheeks The long day leaves me tired But not at all weak The sun finally sets In the horiz...

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