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After working in the mental health field for fifteen years, I began to focus full time on writing. I have been published in several wonderful family oriented magazines such as Focus On The Family, Grit, Capper's, Country Woman, and others. My hometown newspaper,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I must write: 11 of 134
I must write, that I might knowhow my thoughts rule my life.Pen and paper, words to showthe anguish and the strife;used to record who I am.I must write, I feel the urgeto tell stories that fillmy mind and my heart; to purgethe ghosts that make me feelso lonely and so alone.I must write so I can findthe feelings hid within;the... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Death Penalty Is the death penalty an effective crime deterrent?: 5 of 55
Our earliest judicial system, based on the laws given to man by God, requires the punishment to fit the crime. Through the centuries, man has added unnecessary amendments to the basic laws we were governed by. Today, America awaits the appointment of a new Supreme Court Justice. During the vetting process, members on the comm... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Long distance love: 3 of 30
You felt a duty and an honorable obligation to deliver from tyranny and years of oppression, a people who wanted to form a new nation and live as free people full of hope and elation. I know that I should be puffed up with pride, but it isn't so easy when there is so much to hide- like the fact that I'm lonely, and as y... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The end of summer: 1 of 10
I grew up in the South; South Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, and Louisiana. While my father chased the elusive dream, my brothers, sister, and I spent our time adjusting to a new city or new state. The moves were usually made in mid-summer to give us kids time to settle in before school started for another year. As summer wo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Romance: 10 of 99
All the ladies in the office, on Valentine's Day,were buzzing over candies, and flowers on display.Suddenly, they noticed there was nothing on my desk;no bright balloons, no candy, or flowers like the rest.Though they never said a word, their curiositywhether there was romance between my husband and memade them hover near my ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 25 of 242
The PaintingWhile waiting long for the nurse to call,I watched the painting on the wall.A cottage, small, with lights within,beckoned me to slip right in.I longed to step inside the sceneand live my oldest, dearest dream.I'd walk along the cobbled lanethrough the misty autumn rain.I would watch as colors drifted downfrom anci... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Growing up gardening: My most amazing gardening memory: 7 of 67
My family became boarders in my great-grandmother's humble Alabama home when I was around the age of three. Work was hard to come by for my father in the late 'fifties'. I do not think my parents ever thought those years to blessed, but I am very thankful to God that I was given the opportunity to grow up knowing Ruth, otherw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On music: 3 of 25
The Sound Of RainI have always loved the sound of rainupon a metal roof,and how the water streaks the paneand makes me feel aloof.Thee is such a distinctive soundas water hits a pail.This music, too, of rain I've foundcan tell a tuneful tale.I love the crackle sound I hearwhen rain falls through brown leavesthat herald autumn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: He was my heart: 1 of 8
His deep blue eyes and crooked grinstole my heart and drew me in.At six feet tall, long and lean,he was known as the oldest Dean.Brothers he had, there were three.All were handsome, but for me,my eyes were drawn to Danny Dean.His laugh, his smile, his deep blue eyes,captured my soul with a dozen lies.He wined and dined and co... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing the past: 12 of 89
Abby was waiting on the front porch of our childhood home with a pitcher of iced tea and a homemade lemon pound cake. I had eaten supper in Meridian before driving on to Hattiesburg. At eight o'clock on a southern summer night, I could think of nothing better than a slice of cake, an iced tea, and grandma's white pine rocker.... More..