I was born in Los Angeles, CA in 1951. As a youngster I didn't much care for reading until one day I got my hands on a book called Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. What a magnificent book. I read it at least once yearly. I recommend this book to everyone. The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings comes in a close second and the Dunn Series is third.

I love to write Poetry and have won several awards and this year I am up for Poet of the Year. What an honor as were the trophy's, ribbons, pins and etc. I have finally written enough poems to have a book published and I look forward to that day. I also have 2 poems already published and another is on CD with several other well written poets.

I love life and waking up every day to see the sun or not. Breathing is the best part of life as it is what gives us life.

I want this world free of terrorism so that my children can travel and I know they are coming home. They are my world and the reason I do what I do today.

My passion is ...

writing in any form.

I know too much about ...

bodily and emotional injury.

My parents always told me ...

Everything comes back round 100 fold.

My childhood ambition ...

was singing and writing music.

My favorite memory ...

was meeting my mom.

Why I write ...

to give to others something useful.

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

True story: Too Late to Say Goodbye by Ann Rule

My first job ...

was a library catalogue person in high school.

My best moment ...

was the births of my children.

My inspiration ...

are all of my experiences, the love of my husband and the love and respect of my kids.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing death

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It's December 31, 1997 and she came to see me from miles away, hoping to live the remainder of her life with friends and family. It was not to be, as death would come quickly. I never new the strain of having to tell someone they were dying. To tell them they had an incurable disease, cancer, tumors, and her body was turning to stone. There was no cure. I couldn't face her death, how could I help my mother, so young and pretty, so happy sitting on her bed in my house, beginning a new life is what she thought when she came to me. She had to be told the truth and I was elected, because o...

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