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About Me

I am working on my first novel and hoping to have a book of poetry published with my photography. Meanwhile, I'm working, going to school(taking a break for now), taking care of my boys and learning how to play the guitar (I fear it's hopeless, but I'm determined). Did I mention I am a Chai drinker? Need I say more? It's my sanity, and cheaper than therapy. As for the short history, I spent 5 years in the Army as a photo journalist after high school and moved to Illinois once I finished my enlistment. I grew up an Army Brat all of my life until I went and put the Gumby suit on myself. I'm so proud of our troops (and my friends) around the world. It is because of you that I can still sleep at night and tuck my babies safely into bed. God Bless you for all that you do!

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My toddler self (so I can relate better to my little guys), more kind, funny and creative people and people I once knew in the many places I've lived. As for those that have passed on... our country's founding fathers, Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare (he's seriously funny) and Billy the Kid (bad boys are always interesting), Superman (I know he isn't real but I like the T-shirts). Nelson Mandela. My dream has always been to go to South Africa and see the end of Apartheid. Only half of that dream has come true so far, but certainly the most important half. As for other people I would like to meet that are alive, if I haven't met you yet, I hope we do. It's always wonderful to meet new people.

My Blog

The Cancer That Is My Life- a novel (very rough draft)

The Cancer That Is My Life (rough, rough draft) Prologue Two very tall black men entered the apartment wearing long black leather trench coats. Their shoes were shin...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 18:24:00 GMT

Poems

And He Let Her Lie... And she trembled Fear clouding her thoughts Glaring at her A mind gone mad Many a droplet had made its path to her pillow This one of hate would not land as she so wished Tricki...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 16:27:00 GMT

Meeting the Death Walks the Streets crew

Ok, so I went to the Wizard World-Chicago a sort of comic book convention (oh stop groaning) which turned out to be a lot more than just comic books. It was really cool, and I honestly had a bla...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 19:41:00 GMT

Can we go home once we’ve left?

I recently went back to the St. Louis area to spend the weekend with my best friend and to celebrate her husband's 30th birthday...and her birthday (she's in denial that we are getting older).&nb...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 17:25:00 GMT

Poems for a rainy day

Just a few poems for a cloudy, rainy day like today. Some are new, and some are old. Missing You The rain came pouring down Falling from the sky Rolling down my cheeks Thund...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 17:38:00 GMT

Chapters 9-11 (rough draft)

CHAPTER 9 Another week went by, my father was back in Washington working, my mother was scheduled for her first treatment in a few days, and the household was at a stalemate. Mike ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 18:42:00 GMT

Chapters 7 & 8 (The Cancer That Is My Life- first draft)

CHAPTER SEVEN I hate waking up in the morning feeling like I never went to sleep and having the cloud of impending doom hanging over my head, hell my whole world, when I start my day. It ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 22:30:00 GMT

Poems for August

I Walk with Ben (In memory of Ben Bondoc 1975 to 1995) I walk with Ben Now and then. Listening to him sing While we go walking. He listens like always, Then smiling, he says, Im here. Ill alway...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 07:45:00 GMT

Chapters 5 & 6 (The Cancer That Is My Life)

The Cancer That Is My Life (rough draft) Chapters 5 & 6 Chapter 5 Isaiah, Isaiah. I keep hearing his name. I dreamed about him twice last night and again today whil...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 16:20:00 GMT

The Dream- a short story

The Dream It came again. The dream. Blackness, then slowly fading into sharp focus. Through her eyes, the images unfolded. Alexis walks along, and there is a man at the end of...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 17:51:00 GMT