Amanda Marks
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Words & People are my superpowers! Empowered to inspire & heal others through creativity!
Professionally experienced in corporate & non-profit human services turned Inspirational Social Marketer, Freelance Writer, and Poet.
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My Hero!
Dear Alcohol, It has been 17 months since our last romantic rendezvous. It was quite a night that we had together. Just you and I, alone on the open road. Night air flowing through the old blue Dodge's windows. The moonlight provided all the light we needed to find our way while traveling those country roads. Lake Erie waves crashed angrily against the soft sandy shore. Holding hands, I imagined us walking into those waves and drifting away together. The water swaddled us like a blanket while the rocking waves lullabied us into an internal sleep. I always thought together we would go out Bonnie and Clyde style. At the last moment, rather than drive off the cliff with you - I jerked the wheel and took a rapid turn. You floated through the air free; while I sat behind the wheel paralyzed. I am sorry, I abandoned you to save myself. However, I am eternally grateful to you!
By Amanda Marks4 years ago in Confessions
Tennessee Lola Marie
The sign read: "No public restrooms." It was the second to last day of our family vacation, which happened to unexpectantly double as our honeymoon. Just two weeks prior, we were standing on the altar of a small chapel, just eight days after we decided to get married, right now. Shotgun wedding and a honeymoon with the whole family - why not; unplanned and unexpected usually resulted in the best outcomes for us.
By Amanda Marks4 years ago in Petlife
The Aura Within
Our family farm was old and run down. Imagine an enormous tree beautiful and grand in stature but age has withered its bark, broken and twisted the limbs, and stripped some of the leaves. That was our farm. My grandfather raised cows and was a dairy farmer. It was a hard life, filled with long days, cold nights and pinching each penny. His perspective was outward, work - build - maintain. My mother, Amy, was never fond of cows nor dairy for that matter. She was lactose intolerant. The irony, her father's passion made her sick. She did, however, love her rescue mare Chloe. On those long days, Chloe was not far behind her. She was a smaller mare, perfect for my mother's size standing barely 5 ft tall. On rare occasions, my mother and I would lay in the tall field grass, watching the fog pass over the moon while she told me stories of cold nights in Chloe's stall. As a young girl, my mother dreamed of life beyond our farm and Chloe listened closely. She imagined saddling Chloe, and riding nonstop until both of them could run no longer. The adventures that would await her, were unknown but she did not fear them. Rather, the fear challenged her, ignited something within her soul. As the years flew by, obligations and responsibilities consumed her life. My grandfather passed, my mother married and our dairy farm was turned into a horse farm. Somehow, devoting her life to horses quieted her dreams of adventure and she was able to accept that her life wasn't beyond our farm, but beside it.
By Amanda Marks4 years ago in Fiction
Reinvention
The only thing (I believe) that is more powerful than the mind; is the courage of the heart! A quote that I read somewhere resonated within me. Priding myself with a strong mind and being praised for my courageous heart; this quote was the key to my success and personal journey.
By Amanda Marks4 years ago in Families
