LaShawn Denise Baker
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I am a single/divorced mother of five and five grandchildren. I have always had a passion for words and the stories they can create. I remember as a child I stuttered so I learned to express myself with words.
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Sugarfoot Princess
Photo by Shaun M. Baker The Sugarfoot Princess By LaShawn Baker Have you ever felt the need to have a great adventure? To take a journey to leave everyday normal life? To experience something so unreal that it can only be a dream? Kiaha the Sugarfoot princess had such an adventure.
By LaShawn Denise Baker4 years ago in Families
Navy's Wifes Song
The evening sun cast an array of colors across the light blue sky creating amber, pink, and golden hues. Slowly the brilliant light was disappearing behind the coastal line. The watcher sighed with a moment of longing. His brown eyes watched the radiance like it was new to him. The sight is likened to a lover's embrace, slow, unrushed, and beautiful. He knew she was watching her version of the same sunset. He sighed remembering the wife he left with three children under the age of ten, a dog, and a kitty named tripod because it would only walk on three legs, why hell he didn’t know. He chuckled at the thought of the kitten tipping over and his wife’s love for all things living. He ached for one of her smiles, for her. He honores the love she held for him, never once complaining over his departure.
By LaShawn Denise Baker5 years ago in Humans
Book of Lies
Book of Lies By LaShawn Baker John watched the little girl skipping on the sidewalk from his upstairs window; her brown curls and blue polka-dotted dress with a white apron brought a smile to other wise sadden features. He smiled at her and stopped chattering to her invisible friend. From what he could see, her conversation seemed intense. He could not help but think back to a time in his life when he wasn’t like this. Her voice broke through his pity party. “Momma don’t want us talking to strangers.” Her invisible friend supposedly replied. Her little voice said, does he know you? Again she waited for a response. He laughed at the exchange thinking he wished he could return to childhood and his imaginary friend.
By LaShawn Denise Baker5 years ago in Families
