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+ more bio informationAdventures in My Quiet Little Place By age 38, I had eight kids. As dearly as I loved them, I wanted a quiet place to go to. When my youngest was two years old, I decided to build a garden. I found a good spot with great sun exposure beside the long looping driveway. South of the space I had chosen cedars had grown tall but ... More..
Wearing body armor is obviously inappropriate in most, if not all realms of the business world. Likewise, a negligee, diamond grill or jeweled crown would presumably also be deemed ill-suited for a professional environment and likely harm one's professional reputation. Similarly, because self image displays itself through a p... More..
Thanks to the incessant return of allergies year after year, through my own quest of trial and error I have discovered the road to relief. There are several things a person can do and also things one should avoid when seeking freedom from seasonal allergies. The intensity of seasonal allergy symptoms can range from person to ... More..
The church is a building where followers of Christ congregate for the purpose of celebrating the love of God, His grace and salvation. Church is a foundation for the body of Christ to coordinate for the purpose helping their brethren in love just as God loves. Church is a spiritual school, the objective of which is to strengt... More..
There are those comfortable in the skin they have covering them. They find clothing suitable to their taste, qualifying through texture, color, shape and weight. They wear what is comfortable and add flair when it feels right. A sideways hat or a hat with flowers. Shoes with Velcro or naked feet on thong sandals. The most adv... More..
slipping on rain beneath the range of noticesubtleties of sin extend tendrils of blisshard pressed sugar buttons melting in obedienceRelease the kittens from their cages in the darknesssmiling showers of stars in Julyevoke a sliver of wonder in a soldier's mindmist stretches his hand over the faces of timeNothing changed at a... More..
It's hard to recall who I was before I met him. I can think of words to describe the way I lived and I can almost remember how I felt, but I can't remember who I was. It seems to me that I was only sleeping. Dying, sleeping, wandering around like a zombie groping in a dark world for anything I could grab and pound against my ... More..
"It is a woman's personal right, it is no one else's business." That is a really bad joke. What is the difference between a baby whose heart started to beat two weeks ago and one whose heart has been beating for twenty weeks? The older one is bigger. What else? More developed. Anything else? No, nothing else. Oh, except that ... More..
Rejuvenation and life sprung up from the soil foundation of my backyard for the first time last summer. Before that, there was nothing out my back door besides a desolate wasteland, a place called home only by thistle bearing weeds and coarse, trespassing grasses. As the friendship between my mother and me was constricted and... More..
No it never left mehollowdarkPennies always wrecked meswallowhardsomething sullen swept meovermarredScarred in never endingslumbershardsstray taken to stinsonshellsponsmaybe was a sentencehellmomtaking every mentioni'mnotstill i love attentioncoldhotrocks as well as cottonlonglostjust as well forgottenlostcause More..
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