: About Me

Carol Roach is a freelance writer, and columnist for various newspapers. She is a published author for Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey, Publish America, 2004, and has now completed her second novel, Angels Watching Over Me. She holds a Bachelor's in Psychology and a Master's Degree in Counseling Psychology from McGill University in Montreal. She also manages a successful online newsletter, Storytime Tapestry, showcasing the short stories and poems of over 380 Internet writers. Champion of the underdog, Carol's signature writing is about poverty and the ability to rise about it; giving women a voice through writing. Her writing is poignant and inspirational as she encourages everyone to "let their true heart sing" through the words that they write.

My passion is ...

writing and helping people

I know too much about ...

I know a lot about psychology and what makes people tick, but nobody knows too much about anything

My parents always told me ...

if my head was not attached to my shoulders I would lose that like everything else

My childhood ambition ...

have a farm or run a pet shop

My favorite memory ...

there are so many but I will say the day my baby said "Mama" for the first time

Why I write ...

I write because it is a part of me, I write to expose my naked soul

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

I read submissions for my newsletter mostly, I watch American and Canadian Idol and gray's anatomy

My first job ...

sutffing pretty polly panti hose in a factory

My best moment ...

receiving my master's degree in psychology

My inspiration ...

to touch the world through my writing

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Valentine's Day

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Guess Who? Every year my grandmother bought me valentine cutouts to exchange with my classmates. I loved them. The fact that she spent money she really didn't have just to make me happy made them special. That simple act was the true expression of love and exemplified what Valentines Day was all about. I always loved cutouts of any sort. I loved my cardboard dolls and their cutout clothing and I loved the beautiful valentines. I would sit for hours looking at each and every one of them; really not wanting to part with any. I knew they were meant to be giving away. Love was meant to be give...

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