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About stevenddorsey

I have been an avid writer for as long as I can remember. I enjoy composing poetry, lyrics, children's books and fiction for young adults. I have traveled the world extensively in my 25+ year career as an International Development professional and executive. I have lived in Europe, Latin America, and Africa. I speak Spanish and French. I married Rachel Miltimore in 1985. We have five children and five grandchildren. We currently live in Manassas, Virginia. We enjoy writing children's books together.

HER Dreams

There are more dreams in the minds of young women than stars that dot the black Ethiopian sky. One dreams of the healing arts, another of justice and human rights. One dreams of numbers, ordered and fair, another dreams of … Continue reading

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All Flesh is Grass

  All flesh is grass, as seasons pass it withers, decays, and then sleeps, to awaken when Spring rains rise and caress its roots stretching deep.   All flowers fade that grace the grave, their beautiful petals will fall, returning elements … Continue reading

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Ditches

Flat fields and plentiful rains— this was, after all, called at one time the Great Black Swamp— meant ditches lined the fields and roads to catch the runoff and channel it safely away to snaking creeks and rivers.   Mostly … Continue reading

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“Bus Just Stoppped at Rosebrocks!”

“Bus just stopped at Rosebrocks!” It was the window watcher’s call early on school mornings, when four children were rushing about, gobbling down Corn Flakes, packing lunches, stuffing books in bags, shrugging on sweaters or coats, and running combs or … Continue reading

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Do Hogs Go to Heaven?

  Humid summer mornings were the worst, especially when a slight southwesterly breeze, carried the stench of hundreds of hogs over the mile of fields to our yard from the landlord’s farm.   It was a stifling, oppressive, nauseating smell, … Continue reading

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Creek Walk

All you needed was a pair of water shoes or, in our case, a pair of old sneakers. You didn’t mind getting soaked. From there, you just rolled up your pant legs, if you weren’t already wearing shorts, or cut-off … Continue reading

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100 Yard Dash

We measured it carefully with a 100 foot tape, dad’s longest tape in an encased disk. Starting at the mailbox, a natural line post, I held the disk and you pulled the tape all the way down tar-covered Buckskin Road … Continue reading

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Stars

Many a summer night, hot, muggy, teenage sweat-clinging nights, I lay atop a rough hewn picnic table, under a brilliant Northwest Ohio sky, far from manmade light, far from noxious urban air, far from everything, except the hovering moon and … Continue reading

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Sticks

It is not lost on me that I grew up in the sticks, live in the suburbs, and work in the city. It has been more thanthirty-five years since I lived in the countryside, with the closest neighbor on any side … Continue reading

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Maya died today

Maya died todayand with hera voice of                            affliction                                   injustice      … Continue reading

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