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I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.

Lost in a haze of purple she stands alone

My Dreams...

to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be


Inspiration



TODAY...

I will reach for the stars

Will not give up

Will give all that I have

Dare to dream the impossible dream

For anything in this life is possible


Daughter of Desire

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October 9, 2024 at 7:42am
October 9, 2024 at 7:42am
#1077990
As if life isn't stressful enough, with daily bombings in Lebanon, I now have a stubborn to the core, injured Lebanese refusing medical care

My husband fell at work yesterday. I had just left to run up to Sam's Club. He was working on a car, carrying oil, hit the step stool, lost his balance, and his knee hit the base of the hoist *Headbang*.

When I got back to work, he told me, blew it off. I left work at 3, and at 5 he called and told me he couldn't drive and to come get him. He was using a cane and could hardly walk. It took 5 minutes to get him into the house because he insisted on no help.

All night he refused going to the ER. All he kept saying was, the ice will take the swelling down. Yes, it did, but he still cannot walk. I heard him at night shuffling through the house.

He also said multiple times, that in all his years of professional soccer, he's never had an injury like this. Hello! You infuriating man, you probably broke something!

I'm up, anxiously waiting to see if he will finally let me take him to get it looked at and it's driving me crazy.

I had to call my employee in to cover my shift, and R thinks I'm going in to cover the garage while he what? Sits at home thinking it will be better tomorrow?????

I know he's going to be pissed, but my inner bitch is about to rear her ugly head if he thinks I am going to sit back and watch him suffer through another day.

Pray I can convince him to get checked out before I turn into a raving lunatic.


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