Goodbye Sam...
by mittfh
 
Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.

Contains lyrics from "Goodbye Sam, Hello Samantha", copyright of whoever Cliff's record label was back in 1970...

I mentioned this song when the contest was first proposed. Back then, I claimed I wasn't an author and couldn't imagine myself writing anything. Just over a month later, I've somehow got three stories up here and another in the works...
So I suppose I'd better do something with these lyrics...

Jenny and Bea's mother Angela is introduced to the extended family. Things progress better than Sandies wildest hopes as the reunion of mother and children demonstrates the intensity and effectiveness of Sandie's therapy.

I mean who would have predicted my mother knew I was playing with her clothes, that she would encourage me to walk about the house in heels and a skirt, that she would take me out dressed as a girl and buy me alcohol, that she would set me up with my best friend so that we end up in bed together, finishing off the adventure with my first sexual encounter.

As I sat there in the church, I thought of how fragile and short life is. My friend Christy had found out she had Cancer and felt the pain would be too much to bear so she ended her life. She had been dealing with Bipolar Disorder all of her life and I guess the added news of her diagnosis proved to be too much. I had even had thoughts of doing the same thing. The stress of living my life to make my family happy was beginning to become too much. I spent twenty three years of my life trying to fit into a role as a son, grandson and brother. I was miserable.

A conversation with mother, by Dorothy Colleen

BOXES by Dorothy Colleen

On every form I am sent
There is a box I must fill
Each time that it comes up
It gives me such a chill
Male - female
Mr. , Miss
Check one box
They do insist
Pick one that fits you
Decide your fate
But it’s a question
I have come to hate
No matter what side
Which one I choose
It’s only a game
And I always lose
No matter my answer
It feels so wrong
An alternative I seek
My feelings are strong
One day I may break out
Find my own voice
Not let my spirit
Be someone else’s choice
But windows have shutters
And doors have locks

Sometime in the future:

Dear Reader: I was delighted to find that this writer account was still open after all these years. I wanted to write this story to tell you something about my family. I haven’t much experience with writing, so please bear with me, okay? I hope this blesses you. Sincerely, Angelina Abruzzi

To Hope Again Part 3 A Day to Remember   A "Home that Love Built" Story by Angelina Marie Abruzzi Thanks Daddy!   Just when you think love is a distant dream Oh, fate give you wings

In Chapter 12. Beverly's already hectic retirement is further complicated by some utterly unexpected developments.

Cindy and Bobbie are having a problem. Their special senses are being piqued, but not in a way they have been before. They can’t explain it, and are not sure what they are sensing. Andy takes Bobbie, Cindy, and Donna to the beach. It’s their last opportunity to get some sun before the fall sets in. The weather changes rather drastically, and their sunbathing is cut short. Donna tells Cindy the story of her life. It had been a wonderful life until the last few years.

This chapter describes how Beverly argues with Judge Elizabeth about the inhumanity in the family courts and later gives Herself, Margaret and Sian the sweet delight of putting Judge Elizabeth on the receiving end of a typical Court-room style inquisition.

Wishes Not Granted by Solenthas

An average guy finds a not so average genie. Be careful what you wish for, you probably won't get it. At all.

Now begins one of the most important phases of Cindy’s life. She becomes friends with a new student, a beautiful Latina girl who is living with Andy’s family. Donna Brewer is an orphan and a ward of the state. We don’t know her background yet; however, it has been very tragic. She is welcomed into Cindy and Bobbie’s circle. Their lives will never be the same.

I didn’t feel good about what I’d done. Strike that. I felt absolutely awful about what I’d done, what Jimmy and coach Morrison had encouraged me to do even when I knew in my soul it was wrong. I‘d damn near killed that poor girl. Her punctured lung and compound fracture were entirely the result of my insanely hard hit, a hit I knew I should have pulled because I saw the kick go clean…

Another musical interlude.....

Halftime was over and we were down by 10. I gave a quick shout out to Karla who relayed it to Geoff. I had a hard time getting the guys to wait, but when they heard the opening strains of the song I’d asked for, they changed somehow. A batch of somewhat dispirited football players turned into a team of… Geee, I don’t know, but definitely something predatory and very nasty. They were stomping in unison and charged onto the field as the bleachers shook beneath the crowd.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tJYN-eG1zk

Mother: Peter, why aren’t you wearing your favorite skirt?
Peter: The other boys will laugh at me!

To subvert your will to vengeance requires you to throw yourself to something with no understanding of mercy. So it will use you, take from you your very being, in the pursuit of its end. And if victory is achieved, then vengeance will toss you aside, unneeded and forgotten.

After there is something to be something avenged. Then there needs to be someone who seeks it and someone to be the tool of that vengeance

LAD OR LASS

When I was born
there was an impasse
was I a lad
or was I a lass?

This chapter describes the run up to Christmas and a delightful Christmas present for Beverly.