When I meet a writer, a published children’s author that I adore, an adult fiction writer I get to know personally, or even a Presidential Inaugural Poet I have the privilege of communicating with, I hide behind my facade as a teacher. On paper, I speak out on behalf of my students. I share their … Continue reading Good Grief
He rises from his knees slowly sliding his hands up, along the back of my legs and my satin skirt falls like a draped curtain, falling down, covering the space where his head had just lingered. Lightly skimming the sensitive skin behind my knees, his fingers continue sliding upwards, up my legs. Grazing up to … Continue reading The Flying O: Creating Reality From Fiction
You know...I think I've figured out what's keeping me from sitting down and writing here every day. It's that it's this whole pen name. It's the separation from my "real" life. Funny thing though, this IS the real part. The regular me? Not so much. I'm a teacher and I happen to have some internet … Continue reading Unhidden Identity
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