CarmenJimersonCross
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proper name? CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned, and spreading peace where I can.
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THE RAILS END
IT WAS THE ONLY PLACE FIT FOR JURIED TRIAL, newly designated in 1852 as the courthouse and jail during the final years of the abolitionist movement and slavery through 1863. They ran, some escaped, others were escorted and helped along the way by those compassionate to humanity. While today one can find several excursions promising escorts and those sharing directions on printed maps the original trip along the underground railroad was one of uncertainty and hazardous, to say the least. The arrival at an intended destiny along a route of hundreds bought many trysts with the threat of imprisonment for arriving with no validation of who they were. The same system that tried and set free, or posted public viewings of hangings is what a runaway or illegal immigrant was pushed to expect fair treatment and just determination in his and/or his family's pursuit of freedom. A stow-away on a ship's cruise or arrival by night flight could buy the same resolve before judge and jury... public hanging, a return to where he'd departed, be apportioned to the local military forces, or best case scenario, be set free.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Humans
SALVAGING LIFE
PUTTING LIFE TOGETHER AFTER A STEEP FALL can be undaunting. What to reassemble with is the major and most pertinent challenge. With every important thing torn out from foundation level there is nothing, perhaps, other than a belief, and belief systems come rather cheap now days. What was bred into us from our youth becomes shattered by forced idiom of others pushing their agenda which we need and therefore must adhere to. So many fall from the tightrope of this regime that it seems half the world's population is homeless now or headed there. To recover from having slipped beneath the table where dogs are known to snip and snarl for scraps thrown to them it takes the development of discretion and diplomacy. A bitten tongue now and then can't hurt either. Does it take one too far to see what he once saw as humor on the back of another set upon his own lap and the backs of his family?
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Earth
SULTANA deVILLE
SIGNED ONTO THE 6TH SEASON OF the men's "cut down on women" as dressers in drag, I pulled the name as recommended. "A name to reflect you or your fav thing, and some level of badness!" I went with SULTANAs... some of my favorite fruit... dried fruits, wrinkled and ohhh so sweet. de VILLE? a spin on badness... doing a "bad thing" as per my teachings as a little girl in a Christian minister and missionary led family, "Never go out after things of the devil child." SULTANA de VILLE dressed the part and wagged the swagger boasted by all the famous stage walkers in RuPaul's queendom. The introduction video was prepped and recorded in the one minute requirement, and I sent my application for being on the new show list of cross dressers with all intention of winning a spot among the contestants for being the "new girl" on the block.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Pride
STRANGE FRUIT
SOMEONE IN NEW YORK GOT HER PREGNANT... whoever she was, years before I ever went through any part of the state. I was 39 when my bank... Bank of Homewood, in our hometown area of Illinois drafted a check from my rent money to pay her child support to a "Ms. Anderson." It was like... "I'm sorry, Ms, but you owe child support to a Miss..." I didn't know they were doing anything to my account until I looked at my bank statement for that month. The trouble is I never made love to the woman (I am not into women) ... I never heard of to make a baby I never known about either. To top all that... I am yet a woman. I could not have made her a baby. Identity theft and mistaken identity is a blossoming crisis in America. While I have never been to New York and never met the woman I was claimed to have impregnated, $400 was removed from my disability check to pay for the baby girl she birthed by me four years prior. The entity in Upstate New York claimed that someone by my name... misspelled on the order... was being legitimately docked of the amount shown on the document. My bank complied by paying the check with no question of logic. All in all... I was a woman who never met the woman or her child and most likely never met or known the man she'd messed around with. She evidently did not know who got her pregnant either. According to the entity sending the note, it involved a Ms. Crass in Buffalo, New York.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Humans
WOMEN FARMERS
MOSES in her boots is the culmination of women working their farms themselves without a husband or other male assist (another hard job to take on) under the guidelines and support of the Midwest Organic & Sustainable Education Service more widely known as the M.O.S.E.S. organization.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Education
HOLDING ON
STANDING AND QUICK PACING back and forth n the kitchen I flip range dials and roll oven racks while throwing the freezer door shut behind the chilled milk jug in my hand. Dropping it beside the orange juice carton I slide back over to flip the eggs left to sizzle only seconds ago and a dark shadow comes at me in a flying kick somewhere near mid-thigh high. A comic book character that I never sought to study... in short form... comes Batman style and I nearly drop the eggs and hot cereal from the glass cooktop. I lunge over the spinning bat character to block the spillage and he swings his leg in a daring spin low and wide near the floor. "I'm trying to get breakfast made boyyyy! Get outta here!" He throws back, "What's for breakfast?"
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
SMALL BUSINESS
GETTING THROUGH COLLEGE WITH RELATIVE EXPERIENCE in focus subjects is an undaunting task. One big option is to start a small business or join in with others operating a small business related in some format to your career goals. Small business owners don't typically specialize in every facet of operating their business. They may have been a foreman on the job before being pushed to try managing his own business. He may have been a bookkeeper or first phase accountant before folding in to try a more lucrative, more involved business. He may have been the "best man" at his job description before falling into the necessity of trying it on his own.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Confessions
APRIL FOOL!
IT IS THE DAY SET ASIDE FOR LEGITIMATE PRANKING... making fool-hardy jokes set to knock down the unwary at any point of the day. Fun and games a fine thing in family or other social settings. Slight jokes played at work keep humility flowing among co-workers as long as the joke avoids a sour note. A joke gone wrong can end up in injury or death at the worst... emotional upset that develops into resentment or harassment on another turn. A gathering of relatives over a holiday setting... one home from his military stint, others gathering from parent's or their own household of wife and kids find a line to "spoof" the military guy. Get the party going... ribs sizzling in the back on the grill with brats, burgers and hot dogs. The cooler needs a refill of beer and ale... the Mountain Dew is getting low to. Food sides are set as brought to the table by attendees and family memories send laughter through the air until one harsh recall comes to mind. Games get rolling and outside of cards on the table and volleyball or croquette, "shoot the can off the stooge's head" becomes the joke. Who's the stooge? Pull the "odd man out." The one in town from his time off. The one always known to "love a good joke." The Marine is set aside by the other guys and spun around... a can set on his head and feet away is a bb gun pointed at him... at the can being steadied atop his unsteady gait. Caught by surprise he needs to "stand still and stay low... the shooter is good at this." The jostling behind him as he is figuring his way out of a foreseen tragedy at the hand of the teen holding the gun pointing at his face is ended... the trigger flicks and he's on the floor. The jostling behind the holder of the gun is more eager to get his turn at popping the can ... agitated at the man doing his time, perhaps a little better than the time he'd done in his own military enlistment call. His was a forced issue. A "draft call" back in the day when going out to other nations to keep the family in the household thousands of miles away from the front line. His was mandatory to do what he did not want to do, and this one show-boating was in... volunteering to be military when no one was out there to shoot at him. The draft was nothing but going to be shot at on somebody else's call, nudges his arm "Pull the trigger man!" The Emergency Vehicle makes it in time to haul the marine off on the holiday... extra payday for the men push-pulling the body cart and throwing on the siren to clear the road between this family home and the hospital. The pellet lodged in his neck when he turned to check the "who stuck me" behind him before the can fell off his head when the crowd budged and stopped bracing him up for the shoot down because he was "a marine;" something strong enough to withstand being shot and shot at. He was home on leave at his cousin's house visiting them and their kids... they were always doing something and had a larger crowd than his mama's own home. His siblings were scattered away at basic training, one off stationed in Germany... one on a battleship headed for Hawaii, and one stationed in Indianapolis... no time off for leave. He had to be back from this weekend leave on time to keep his good record and continue his privileged training for special forces... he was "the one least likely to."
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Families
