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My Words

       I'm a writer. Always have been. I wrote and illustrated fantastical sagas as a child. I had at least a dozen pen pals throughout grade school, I've kept journals for years, and I wrote a collection of poems for a final project in my teens. Words are important to me. They hold a special power. Most of the time, what I write is purely for my own enjoyment -- no publication, no paycheck. But always, my words are meant to be read. Whether it's a thank you note, or birthday greeting, or even a personal journal entry which only my eyes will ever see, my words are written to be read. And so, for those so inclined, here are some of my words to read.

Academic Writing

 Middle Earth Species - How's this for a Biology class final project? My professor assigned us to design a fictitious species that could survive in Middle Earth (the setting for J. R. R. Tolkien's fantastical Lord of the Rings trilogy). My two partners and I decided to create a plant that reeked of rotting flesh in order to attract insects for pollination. You know you wanna read about that! The best part of this project was our grade: full marks!

What Goes Around Comes Around - A research paper written for a 400-level class I took at Brigham Young University -  Health and the Aging Process.

My Friend, Jackie - Senior Interview written for a health class. Jackie passed away a little more than two years after I wrote this.

 Creative Writing

Jillian's Island - This is a skit I wrote for an LDS Girl's Camp. It's a spoof off the old television show, "Gilligan's Island".








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The joys of life taste sweeter when they're shared. Please share your joy by leaving me a comment. I love to hear your stories-- the joys as well as the sorrows.
Thanks for reading mine!

--- Bethany

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