Sarah Picklesimer Wilson



Where does one start!   Appalachian born writer who has a young 
soul that clings to green peaks, and a passion that loves the 
language of words.  Long toenails dig deep in mountain soil to 
unearth goals and promises I made to myself to write always with
passion, and live accordingly.  
 
Public domain was always in the area of management related areas, 
being my degree is a Doctorate in Electronic Engineering.  No 
kidding!  But, as I found out not many people wanted to hire a 
mountain girl to read meters and get dog bites.  After several 
attempts, I decided computers, software and hardware was where 
the money was, and I was right, and applied for my FCC licenses. 
In the 70's Budweiser challenged me with IBM equipment, in the 
early 80's I challenged myself with my own company, in the late 
80's and 90's my passion gave attention to helping the mentally 
challenged.  In the latter 90's I have helped myself (smiles), 
and my passion now writes sometimes for days and into the nights 
where silence laughs at me, and I share insight with many 
friends.  My civic duties (in the past) included participation 
with the Chamber of Commerce, an appointed Commissioner for the 
Employment Security Commission for our area, and serving a 
sentence to the local Development Commission for the county.  
(Not really sure I worded that last sentence correctly.) (smiles)
 
Of course, my eccentric self loves anything from Bohemian beats 
to the Procrustean law, and also, an avid art lover, as well as 
music lover with oft times trying to sing.  My husband usually 
retires to the dog house during these times.  There are nine 
children in my family, of which, Coot (my husband) and myself 
just adopted.  A love of excitement, apparently, exists.  
 
Over twenty eight publications and one Christian book are to my 
credit.  Poetry and children's works are among my favorites.  
Whenever the mood swings I write Dear Editor a lot too. (winks) 
I will share one joke the community will not let me forget.  
When the emergency intake worker for a mental health center quit 
and moved on to better opportunities (burnout), I printed up some 
business cards on my computer with the psychic gazing toward the
stars and mailed them with my recommendations that the agency 
consult one for the job replacement.  The Governor's Advocacy For
Person's With Disabilities suggested curtailing some of my more 
desperate pleas for advocacy with fewer letters, and laughed. My
favorite place to be of late is the internet where intellectually
challenging individuals share with each other.
 
Christina Rossetti and TS.Eliot are my heroes.  My mother (who is 
an avid genealogist) tells me I am related to Daniel Boone, Jim 
Bowie, and President Hoover (remember he did have the worst 
reputation before Bill), and the McCoys of the Hatfield and McCoy 
feud.  No wonder my mind remains in the state of eccentricity.  
I understand I had a cousin that once entertained the Jesse James
gang', and when the soldiers took her horse she went after them. 
But then, who really is to judge anyone.
 
Anyone is welcome to write me at pickle@ctc.net anytime, and I do
have a website at   http://www.oocities.org/Paris/Metro/1972/