I'm Donna Jean Hunter. I'm also Donna Cox - former married name and the name I share with my children and with my ex-husband, father of my children, and friend, David Cox.
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, how much of what people read would no longer be on paper - and how much of it would be done for free! - when I grew up.
I have had 10 or 12 of my pieces published in college literary journals, and for a while during college, I actually received pay for working as a technical writer. Then for a few years I taught writing to teenagers as a high school English teacher. But other than that, I can't say I'm a writer in the sense that it is what I do for a living.
But I am a writer. I have been all my life and can’t see myself ever stopping whether anyone reads it or not. I hope someone enjoys some of it.
Starting over is hard. You think you’ve got your course charted and all you have to do from here on is follow it. But then Life says, “Nope! Start over! You have to reinvent yourself now.” I’ve had to do … Continue reading →
“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” That’s one of the things I remember Mama saying more than once. I can still see her one of the times, standing in front of the kitchen sink, saying it to me. … Continue reading →
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Years ago (months or years into my first round of talk therapy) my therapist gave me an article titled, “The Power To Change The Past.” It was about the healing power of forgiveness. He then gave me a series of … Continue reading →
Heartbreak is my constant companion. Dreams that didn’t and won’t ever come true walk beside me every day like ghosts. Sometimes they walk quietly, matching my every step, brushing against me softly to make sure I know they’re still there. … Continue reading →
I have a very simple, very yummy sugar cookie recipe. I’ve made it lots of times. Here’s what happened when I tried to make it tonight – while also making a casserole, heating up previous casserole for Evan who couldn’t … Continue reading →
My mother was 17 years old when she graduated as Valedictorian of the Rhome High School class of 1943. While she delivered her Valedictory to classmates and guests at the graduation, the man she would later meet and marry, my … Continue reading →
“There is no person you can be sure will never let you down.” A counselor told me this many years ago. I didn’t necessarily disbelieve it then – but I also didn’t completely grasp how completely true it really … Continue reading →
How uncommon is unconditional love and acceptance? For how many people walking this earth right now, do you hold this type of love and complete acceptance? How many people do you know who have this for you? Are you sure? … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →