L.A. Kirchheimer
Bio
L.A. Kirchheimer is an author, Licensed massage therapist, mother, wife, friend, entrepreneur, and a creative that strives to make a difference in the world. Her works and events can be found at LAKirchheimer.com
Stories (17/0)
Sleep is a resource just like money. If you don’t budget you’ll be bankrupt.
There is too much to do and not enough time to sleep. Wrong! Sleep is the resource you need right now. As busy productive individuals trying to maintain a solid work life balance have you ever stopped to think about how sleep plays a role in your financial and physical welfare?
By L.A. Kirchheimer 2 years ago in Motivation
A Fight for the Middle of Nowhere
Garret Beckman lived in the middle of nowhere. The farmlands stretched out for miles. A trip to town took at least an hour going eighty on the empty roads in a standard F150. He began working as a farm hand for the Hollers. Mrs. Holler had taken him in as one of her boys. She cooked a hearty meal in the morning for all the workers, her two sons Jake and Mike, and her daughter Abby. Garret didn’t really have a family of his own, not that he minded being alone, but he really enjoyed the Hollers company and was particularly fond of Abby. He found her to be smart and ambitious. Though she helped her mom with the household, she wanted to go to college and get into entertainment and business. She wanted to make money so her family didn’t have to work so hard. She was usually trying to figure out different ways to make income on the side especially when the crops weren’t doing well. Garret knew all of this because he listened and observed. Before he became their farmhand, he would perch atop their red barn keeping the rodents away. Garret was a were owl that flew to this happy spot of nowhere and made this farm his home. When he learned of the kind hearted family that ran the place he observed them for a month and became protective of them. One day he offered himself, in his human form, as a farmhand.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 2 years ago in Fiction
Inside the Golden Pear Tree
April stood in the world that she and Snake had created for themselves, a pocket demension that connected with the land of the living. It was easily accessed through an inter dimensional portal, but it was one way. April and Snake were trapped here until they found a way to get out, but humans could get in, if they found the passageway.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Fiction
When Mark Nova Dissapeared
Mark Nova sat alone in his tree house in the middle of the night, the cool fall wind blowing the branches of the tree against the its frame, tapping against the wood like fingers on a desk. Fitting since Mark couldn't sleep and was contemplating what had happened today in Ms. Hexon's eighth grade class. It was unnatural.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Rink Dream
It was a cold snowy day in January, the water in the iceskating rink in Jan's back yard had turned into solid ice. She smiled to herself excited about getting her family together to ice skate. It was one of the many things on her bucket list. She had three children, two boys and a girl and two of her children had children which gave her three grandchildren, two girls and a boy. She loved. her son-in-law and daughter-in-law just as much as she loved her own kids. It was so wonderful to her to see how her kids had grown and into what type of people they had become. Now with her grandchildren she could see resemblances of her kids in them. They made her smile, each of them unique and special in their own way.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Families
You don’t begin at the end
I watched as my daughter skated across the ice practicing nervously for an upcoming competition. She was no longer the youngest on the ice snd she was surrounded by skaters doing jumps, spirals, and Mohawks with ease and grace. I watched her, remembering where she started from on her tiny little skates when she was three and now she was doing spins and jumps. She had improved so much and soon she would be performing her first solo.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Motivation
For the Girls!
It was a hot summer day and I was at the pool with my friends. I had been on a diet to get my bikini body ready for this fantastic girls weekend that we had planned for months. I still had some pudge and I wasn’t really happy with how my breasts filled the cups of the black swimsuit I bought. I bought black because my mother always told me it was a slimming color. My friends thought I should get a red polka dot bikini, but red was just too loud for me.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Fiction
Create something beautiful and inspire someone else
In the midst of writing my most recent young adult fiction fantasy novel I had been thinking about life, creativity, accountabilty and what exactly we have power over and what we don't. Life purpose kind of stuff.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Journal
The Widow and the Doctor
Tonight was the night she was going to meet her future husband, she was sure of it. He was perfect, at least as far as she could tell from his picture on the dating app. His eyes were a mischievious blue and his smile was more of a playful smirk. He had a boyish charm about him, but his button up shirt and suit coat displayed a confidence and power that she found sexy in her men. No he wasn't the first, and he probably wouldn't be the last. Patrice had unfortunetly been widowed more times than any thirty something should have been. Her last husband had been killed in a shooting accident while he was out hunting with his buddies. Her husband before him was her highschool sweet heart and he passed away while they were on vacation celebrating his most recent promotion. Patrice tried not to let the past bring her down. She was going on a date tonight with Dr. Alex Hartte.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 3 years ago in Humans
