http://slow.writerscafe.org/dawnrsiebert The original writings of author Passion for Literature en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027244 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 destiny, karma, fate...whatever you want to call it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/369341/ I love black and white photography http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/364120/ the other night part of my youngest son's sleeping attire was a paper Burger King crown...these words were inspired by the event. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/355549/    Dawn -- a middle-aged mother of two prepubescent boys -- lives in a small southwestern Pennsylavania town lined with antique shops, a bakery, a teashop and an inn. NEXT TO ANYTHING reveals her struggle to overcome life's obstacles in this familiar Middle America to hold onto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/346482/ philosophical side of me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/331282/ I cherish every moment I am able to spend with my horses...retrieving him from the paddock, grooming, riding, or just sitting next to his stall reading a book...one day, I hope to have all these moments in poetry until then I will enjoy the indescribable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/326904/ In May 2007, Willie and I started training...it had been six years since our Dressage Show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/325123/ On 21 SPTEMBER 2008, we were united in marriage...my love for him grows and strengthens as each day passes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/324369/ "a treadmill from futility to oblivion..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/316917/ Like sitting down with a friend�I am a Writer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/313747/ no matter how hectic life may get in my mind there is a world of quiet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/312164/ During those times I need to escape life, I find myself in nature... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/310766/ My first horse show with Willie...a thoroughbred I bought off the track...the time is June 2001 and I have only had Willie for a short time...a dressage show that was a first for both of us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/306133/ A true story about struggle, passion and enjoying the moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/306124/ My life in six words...Hemingway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/297801/ a little ditty trapped in my mind screaming to come out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/293296/ A poem inspired by a conversation with my oldest son while sitting on the porch one evening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/292191/ Collection of poetry inspired by my children...being a mother is one of the most rewarding experiences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/292187/ Collection of poetry constructed by sheer inspiration and emotion... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/292144/ Fairytales do come true... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/288668/ Collection of poetry inspired by the man I love...my husband and best friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/288297/ snippets of creative nonfiction pieces that were written for one reason or another... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/288109/ A moment during my residency in Ireland, I learned something about myself in these 3 days that will always remain with me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/286997/ Our first encounter on a Midsummer Night...when we met, I was already in love with him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/282252/ A life can be told in these 2 questions...push the boundaries 'til it's harrowing...to face our own truths. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/276270/ He gave me himself wrapped in his thoughts then he became my fantasy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/268486/ when we first met, he gave me his words of affection which filled me with so much hope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/266573/ The HUMOROUS perils of being a single mom of two boys...need I say more? God knows my sense of humor gets me through the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/265760/ went to Hershey Park during a recent chaperoning expeditions with the school choir...I watched a 4 year old little boy...It was very endearing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/263720/ Sharing a side of me that normally is kept hidden...secret thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/252917/ A 30 minute drive to the mall during Christmas time leads me down memory lane... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/246066/ I substituted as an Art teacher for 7th graders...a lively bunch...it was such a BEAUTIFUL day outside and I was feeling the remorse of being stuck inside...so, I painted with the students. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/234561/ I am an early riser...one of the greatest gifts in life is having the morning greet me...my desk sits under a window in the kitchen...I sit back in my chair, sip my coffee and enjoy the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/232598/ at the end of my MFA residency, my youngest son presented me with a ceramic mug he made in art class...my love of coffee is no secret...a gift for a job well done as a grad student and mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/232593/ During my MFA residency my watch stopped...being sleep deprived and mentally overwhelmed, it took me 2 days to realize the darn thing had stopped...11 days of mind twisting creative nonfiction workshops and I produce a POEM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/231518/ A spontaneous piece of writing when I was trying to find the connection between heart, soul & mind...a feeling inside embraced by creative thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/231134/ My horses are a large part of my world...sometimes the feelings are indescribable and difficult to convey through words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230912/ I wrote this while laying in the back yard one evening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230909/ I wrote this poem when life's responsibilities was getting to be a little too much...sifting through life's obstacles, relinquishing the negativity life provides while coming out the other side with a renewed spirit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230907/ every chance, I visit the backyard to read a magazine and have a cup of coffee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230642/ This is my response to the question that is asked everyday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230425/ faced with a deadline, I decided to write about my typical morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dawnrsiebert/230420/