Jennifer Cooley
Bio
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
Stories (263/0)
A Father`s Daughter! Vocal Contest submission!
A Father's Daughter! (In the background all you hear is the sound of his old fashioned wall clock, ticking... ticking away… Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick.) He is sitting in his chair at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee as he has done 100's of times before. But on this day everything was about to change his life forever, there came the sound of the doorbell and a strong knock at the door. He put his coffee down in its usual place and folded the ear of the paper as IF to decide whether or not to answer the door! But for the life of order and solitude that he lived, answering the door was of course no option, he must! Except for holidays & celebrations he never really had unexpected guests, he's lived in the same house in the country, following the same routine(s) for over 20 yrs.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
~My Grandpa: His name is Ken~
~ My GrandPa ~ His name is KEN! My Grandfather lived with it for forty years, He never asked for sympathy, he never cried, he never complained, he never got bitter or angry, he never blamed Jah, and he never asked for help. Though of course some was given; He just asked for love. In short, my grandfather was the Bravest man I knew. The story I am about to share with you are about the years of his life just prior to being diagnosed with Parkinson's, just after getting divorced from my Grandmother when he was alone and would spend much of his remaining yrs living on his own with it. Women want to believe that when divorce is in the picture that it's the man that's always done something wrong for there to be a need for one, my Grandmother was one of those-kind-of -women.
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Families