broken families
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I was Once a Drug Lord
Read Time: 6 mins | Live on MasticadoresIndia “Hi Jimmy.” Her voice rang in my one good ear. Sweet Jesus, she had seen me, and there was no avoiding her now. I waved and walked to her counter. “I came to renew my license.” “You could have done it online, Jimmy.” Charmaine peered at me… Continue reading
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The Witness
You’ve treated me as though I shouldn’t have been born. Your worst nightmare, something out of The Children of the Corn. But please tell me what did I do to deserve your scorn, Or your wrath, your pain, your hate every morn. Was it my fault what was done to you? That he came, he… Continue reading
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Pay Per View
Diamonds and roses Somebody even proposes I got a frozen bag of beans And one hundred excuses Locked in a room half the time Today I was punched because I complained he had missed valentine’s My twisted bloody nose Is my wilted rose I smile while I serve him breakfast Only three more doses to… Continue reading
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Chats with my Mom #7
Whatsoever Things are Lovely Despite a life that was undoubtedly filled with poverty, abuse, neglect, and the general hardship that was commonplace in the late 1950s, the home that Pa Dyer built was for all intents and purposes quite a cheerful home from the outside. The carousel of stepmothers ended when Nennen moved in with… Continue reading
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Chats with my Mom #6
Nennen – Godmother. 1951 was a turning point. She had become a mother; she was also expecting her second child. Later that year, nearing Christmas, my grandfather asked permission of his children to marry his ‘one true love’ and his longtime friend Ms. Adelaide. It is at this stage in my mother’s story, where she… Continue reading
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Chats with My Mom #5
BROKEN DOLLS I had to miss a weekly chat with the old lady. Work was rather busy, and so was she for some reason. We spoke for about two minutes; a brief prayer and I love you. But on Sunday we had our much-anticipated phone call, and an extended conversation. On my heart was my… Continue reading
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Chats with my Mom #4
I felt sad talking to the old lady this Sunday morning. The fact is, there were periods in her life that robbed her of a childhood, denied her the pursuit of her dreams and limited her options. Growing up during a global war, living in a broken home, and dealing with poverty as a way… Continue reading
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Chats with my Mom #3
The Woman in the Silver Picture Frame “Your great grandmother was an exceptional woman.” I could hear the aging mind rolling back the clock. Her memories have this way of idling on a particular event, almost like she is savoring it, then she would rattle off story after story in an excitable way. Her childhood,… Continue reading
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Chats with my mom #2
“He made these dangerous voyages during the war.” “Which war?… Vietnam?” “The war to end all wars.” She laughs. To hear her talk of WW2 was strange. I had asked her to tell me about my grandfather, a man I only ever met once during a brief visit to Trinidad in his old age, from… Continue reading
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Invidious Part 5
The return to Yonkers, sees the big sister of the family return to the story. Maureen Pemberton has grown up to be the strong, successful woman that her mother had hoped she would become. The past always has a way of rearing its ugly head at the worst possible moments though. There are things she… Continue reading
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