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About dahnajeen

I'm Donna Jean Hunter. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Patterson told me I was a great writer and would be an author when I grew up. She always had me read my stories to the class, and even took me around to the other classrooms to have me read to them. I'm pretty sure the other kids all hated me that year. I don't care though. I love Mrs. Patterson. Of course she did not know then about the Internet and blogging and how much of what people read would no longer be on paper when I grew up. I have had a few things published in a college literary journal, and once, for a few weeks--until it threatened to kill me with boredom and I quit--I actually received pay for working as a technical writer. But so far, I have not been able to say that I'm a writer in the sense that it is what I do for a living. I still sort of dream of that happening one day. But in the meantime, I teach high school English, and can't stop being a writer whether anyone reads it or not. I hope someone enjoys some of it.

I Am . . .

Posted on November 15, 2019

by Donna Hunter I wrote these four “I Am” poems in September 2009 while I was a student at Tarrant County College. A Mother I am their mother.I wonder if I did the best I could have.I hear them tell … Continue reading →

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How to do a mean thing while trying to be sweet. Or, how to NOT do that.

Posted on January 3, 2019

How to make someone who is trying to overcome depression feel worse and set them back a few steps in their struggle: Tell them they are doing it wrong – You shouldn’t take medicine. Just choose happiness! Look at the … Continue reading →

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WHO AM I?

Posted on September 2, 2018

Freudian slip: an unintentional error regarded as revealing subconscious feelings. Ever have a Freudian slip when introducing yourself? I did just recently. As I was being introduced to one of my brother’s fans after his performance, I said to her, … Continue reading →

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My Brain on Testing . . .

Posted on May 4, 2017

Ugh . . . 4 hours. Not allowed to do ANYTHING with my brain, and also not allowed to sleep – this is some twisted kind of torture.  Okay.  I can do something with my brain, just nothing that shows … Continue reading →

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Maybe why this feels so personal to me . . .

Posted on February 1, 2017

Many years ago, there was an awful man, inexplicably placed in a position of power – not great power, but enough for him to enjoy and abuse. Entrusted with safeguarding my welfare, he instead used his power against me in … Continue reading →

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Go back and fix it.

Posted on September 10, 2016

There’s a point to this story, but it’s gonna take me a minute . . . Once upon a time in the early 80s, a young man broke my heart. He asked me to marry him very early in our … Continue reading →

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Boom! Zzzzzzzzz

Posted on April 13, 2016

I really miss the days when a gun shot inside the house did not wake me up. Or one right outside my bedroom window, or my mother screaming from the kitchen only caused me to rouse a bit and then … Continue reading →

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