| Going Home (The 4th of July)
| | Leaning against a tall ash, the bark felt rough against my naked arm. It was a nostalgic feeling, bringing back memories of childhood when a tree was as much for climbing as for shade or support.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 09-06-08 |
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| Today You Are Sixteen
| Another birthday dawns, and I awaken to the sounds of ducks peeping... | | Prose | | Genre: | Prose | | Updated: | 01-05-08 |
| Words: | 457 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Summer Harvest
| | Ripe, red and round, I bite deeply. Juice runs down my chin and within the core of this plump, luscious orb, I taste sunshine. Mawmaw is waiting for the green beans I am to pick for lunch, but she... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 30-07-07 |
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| The Jingle Dancer
| The jingle dancer begins.
Poised, like a ballerina,
She stands upon her toes.
Shining metal... | | Words: | 61 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Cigar Box
| It looked to be a long night. I had agreed to play the fiddle at a harvest dance in the next county. At first I had shilly-shallied about takin' the job. It were a tedious drive over rutted... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-07-07 |
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| Courage Smells Like a Hospital
| | We walk into Children's Hospital holding hands. You are terrified. You have already endured numerous operations, but at age eight, this is the first one you have faced with some idea of what is... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 05-07-07 |
| Words: | 324 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Should I Have a Child
| | I am the 54 year old mother of an adorable teenage son. At 14 I made the decision to adopt. Believing that when the time was right, it would happen, I did not hold back for the â??perfectâ? time; I... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 04-07-07 |
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| Alone
| | I walk the same streets we walked.... | | Words: | 97 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Springtime
| | The earth exhales in gratitude, at the hope of Winterâ??s end; flowers in bloom herald the arrival... | | Words: | 103 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Spring
| | Spring comes not quickly, yet neither does she crouch in the shadows of Winter ready to pounce, for... | | Words: | 144 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| These Feelings Within My Heart
| | Last night, my soon-to-be fourteen-year-old son grabbed his favorite afghan, dubbed Raspberry, and crawled onto the couch beside me. Christopher had been sick all day, and like the four-year-old he... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 29-06-07 |
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| Monsieur Squirrel
| | I had a particularly interesting job to accomplish today. I had to clean up the remains of a... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 29-06-07 |
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| Sometimes Life is a Metaphor
| | Every spring, Chris and I order butterfly caterpillars. We have an inexpensive, one-gallon aquarium... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 29-06-07 |
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