My name is Georgia I'm 50 years old and I drive a big rig for a living. I had several poems and short stories written at one time but they were all lost when my computer crashed. Haven't had much time to write of late but many story lines in my head. Life has kicked me down lately and I usually write to keep my head cleared. Just don't have the time now. I have two sons and four grand-children. I've been married to the same man for 31 years and been in a roller coaster relationship for all 31. I used to joke that if everyday life was interesting I'd have one heck of a soap opera script.
- Last seen on Jun 15 7:23 AM. Member since August 31, 2006.
- I am a woman from Alabama (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm driving a big rig across the USA.
- I have 2 comments, 4 stories
My Stories
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There is a song out, country song that is, that this story is based on. Everytime I hear this song, my heart tries to feel. But I learned a very long time ago to stop it. I learned at an early age to stop feeling anything.300 words, May 31, 2008
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This is scary, I thought, as the nurse stepped out of the cubicle. This can't be. Why now? There were so many better times for this crisis800 words, May 28, 2008. In Other
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The alarm goes off and I rise up, for a moment foggy from sleep. / I look through the curtain and stare out at the world in front of me. / Where am I? My mind is a blank, the cob webs still clinging. / Oh ye300 words, 2 comments, September 28, 2007
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Today is just another day, but it seems to never change. / You left without speaking to me again. / When did our life become so awkward and strange? / When did this break down of us first begin? /100 words, 2 comments, September 28, 2007
