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Hi and thanks for being interested. My name is Bobbie and I am suffering from empty nest syndrome and would love to make new friends. I like to write poetry, and short stories. Earlier this year I tried my hand at writing a ten minute play and submitted it to the Center of the World Festival, where it was accepted, produced and won first place. I am currently trying to put to page a story that's been knocking around in my head for a long time.

I live in the mountains in California in a little town called Pine Mountain. I live here with my husband Joe, and our two dogs Percy and Daisey, My greatest joy however are my two children, Trent 19 and Kimberly 27. Kimberly lives in Vermont with her husband Byron and has a fellowship at the University of Vermont. Trent my baby just left home to attend CSULA and he is majoring in Criminal Justice.

I love to read! My favorite thing to do is to go to a bookstore with coffee in hand and shop. I belong to WAG (word art group) and we meet every Monday at Workshop Alley to discuss all the things we read that week. My all time favorite book is The Sacred Origins of All Things Profound, by Charles Panati. I also love books by Phillipa Gregory. I also enjoy Dr. Oliver Sacks's and Michio Kaku's books. I also read Manga.

I am also a real ham and am a founding member of Free Speech Zone Theate which is the acting troup that works with Center of the World Festival (COW Fest) If you like to write plays please take a look at the Center of the World Festival website.

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Posted 14 Years Ago

Just reviewed ur new ones...

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Beyond, beyond the mountain line,
The grey-stone and the boulder,
Beyond the growth of dark green pine,
That crowns its western shoulder,
There lies that fairy-land of mine,
Unseen of a beholder.
Its fruits are all like rubies rare;
Its streams are clear as glasses;
There golden castles hang in air,
And purple grapes in masses,
And noble knights and ladies fair
Come riding down the passes.

Ah me! they say if I could stand
Upon those mountain ledges,
I should see on either hand
Plain fields and dusty hedges;
And yet I know my fairy-land
Lies somewhere o'er their edges.

- Cecil Frances Alexander -