Christina May Shanaberg > Writing | WritersCafe.org

My first and only attempt, so far, at a shorter story within a short story.

Another poem for Mom, of course

I DREAMED I COULD WRITE I dreamed I could write, one summer night, When a flurry of words were ablaze in my brain; Each thought was a separate fl..

A SPOOKY TIME CALLED HALLOWEEN The night had grown dark, As the monsters began their walk; Witches flew their brooms up high, Among the bats in ..

Written for my oldest daughter, Charisma Suzanne (Shanaberg) Sullivan, on October 18, 1987; the day she lost her first tooth!

Not really a story, but my philosophy of how to conduct my behavior, when I was a State of Ohio Field Tax Auditor, for eleven years.

Just writing down what we have to live with everyday; it drives me crazy!

WE VISITED INSIDE A DREAM We visited each other, inside a dream, And floated there for only a moment, Before vanishing like a cloud of steam, Le..

This is kind of a different format for me, but I gave it a try!

For my daughter, Sarah Amanda Fletterich