Meeting Michael
Fourteen years ago, men had no place in my life. Well, there was my son, but i'm talking about a romantic involvement or possibility. The reasons are not really important; however, dating as a single adult who was working three jobs, raising four kids alone, and trying to be a successful student just hadn't worked out too well for me. My last date had handed me gun and told me to shoot to kill if anyone came near; meanwhile, he made a drug deal while i waited in the car of sleazy motel parking lot. When we arrived, finally, at a restaurant, i excused myself to go to the restroom, and escaped through the kitchen door. I had had it with the dating scene and staunchly refused to meet even the men my friends assured me would be "nice."
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writing skills can be taught, but imagination comes from the heart. Writing releases one's imagination and allows it to soar.
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