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The Unintentional Seed
I grew up 3 miles west of Muscatine, Iowa. Most people have never heard of Muscatine and have no clue where it's at until they're told it's 200 hundred miles west of Chicago. I never met my grandparents. What little I know is from stories my dad told me. My grandparents, Jesse and Mary Mason, owned a 100-acre farm in the 1930s. Jesse Mason grew up in Harlan, Kentucky, with 3 older brothers. He quit school at 15 to work in the coal mines alongside his brothers and father.Jesse and 2 of his brothers, Bill and John, volunteered for the army when the United States entered World War I. His oldest ...
Battle of Conscience and Temptation
The only sound and light visible in the apartment was the illumination of the television talking abwww.onedoor.ccout something disastrous. Other than that, stillness. I was curled up in the corner of my worn leather sofa; my unreliable mind pondering on the worries that riddled it. The trickery of its venomous thoughts poisoning me and my sanity to no end. Work had been busy after everyone arrived back last week from the holidays. The beginning of the year was a damper, and keeping workers happy under the effects of the January blues was a demanding time. My mother, still away on vacation, had only heighten...
Lady Monique
Lady Monique The loud whistle of Grandma’s tea kettle blew at 4:30 every morning. Breakfast was on the table by 4:35、 This morning was no different, my job was to bring in water from the well. We don’t have running water but it was a roof over head. Everything moves in precision around the kitchen before time for school and work in this cabin, once in the main house it’s crazy here on the St. Clair plantation. Not only is it the first day of tobacco harvesting but Lady Monique is due to arrive any minute. Papa and the other men have been toiling away in the back 40 since five this morning and ...
A Devil in Hell: Notes on Coming Back To America
There are vicissitudes in everyone’s path to hell. After all, hell is often thought of as a solitary place in the realm of one’s own mind. And that is true.But here at the beginning, the middle, and the end — everything happens simultaneously — as I scuff my green Converse sneakers in a Japanese airport.I wrote those words and promptly forgot about them. I figured if I was going to write anything about my trip back home, the first one after being away for three years, it would have to come out unabashed and wholeheartedly. It couldn’t be forced…Now, since the whole rigged economy and workforce...