I was born May 7, 1957. Goodness, that means I will be sixty-one this year. OUCH! How time flies by. On my 3rd birthday, May 7, 1960, my mother decided that I didn’t need toys for my birthday. Instead, she decided what I needed for my birthday present was … a baby sister. So, Tracy ...

    I have always been curious about my family history. We were the first Mormon converts in England during the mid-1800s. My ancestress was what was called a hand-cart Mormon, meaning once her husband had died she gathered up their twelve children and travelled from England to Missouri. All of their personal belongings fitting ...

I love things that go bump in the night. I love horror movies and I love horror stories as well. I grew up reading Steven King and Dean Koontz. The ironic thing is that as much as I love the paranormal, I spent a good portion of my childhood hidden under the covers. I got ...

Emptiness fills my heart It’s happening again Loving you, being so far apart Where do I fit in? Alone again, I cry Pictures of you So hard, I try What am I to do? There’s nothing left to fight Time has passed us by What’s wrong or right? Living in this lie Moments to never ...

To the teacher who didn’t care, All I wanted was a chance. A chance to do what I loved. It wasn’t just a hobby to me; it’s what I loved most in the world. By not giving me a chance, you took that away from me. It’s been over 10 years since I quit my ...

There are millions of me and we all want to feast at the same rotting flesh that the bacteria in the plasma has opened up for us. I’m hungry and I know I will not live for long if I can’t eat the flesh. Desperate. I try and heave myself farther as I crawl over ...