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Welcome to my new creative writing site. You will find only original content here. I consider this to be a safe space to voice my opinions on current events, share short stories and poetry, all written by me! I plan to also post photographs here that highlight my travel experiences. This very well could be my first step to becoming a published author! Becoming an author is something I’ve mused about for years.

I retired from the Federal government in 2023. I spent 33 years serving the American citizenry, and I take great pride in the service I provided. However, during those 33 years, I spent a lot of time musing about being a writer. While pursuing my undergraduate degree at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, I considered majoring in Journalism but finally settled on English. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I possess deep familial roots in southeastern North Carolina and southwestern Virigina where my flair for storytelling was cultivated. At my core, no matter where I choose to live, I will always be a Southerner. Several of my family members reveled in great storytelling. Some just told funny stories about everyday life, while ours used their storytelling skills to teach the younger generation about history and their ancestors. Many of them farmed, and from the rich agrarian culture I grew up around I like telling stories about that way of life. I really enjoy writing short rural narratives that center around my ancestors. Many of these stories are fictious but the people in the stories actually existed. I am keenly aware of the contributions my family, and families like mine, made in building the nation we live in today. These stories are very important in keeping our historical memories intact. We, as a people and nation cannot know where we are headed without knowing where we have been. Many younger generations have no knowledge of what happened before they were born, where the food they eat comes from, or how the food they eat is grown and harvested. Many of them are ignorant of systems that have been in place in this country since its origins. This dumbing down of the citizenry is causing major issues that are manifesting in negative ways today. Many of my short stories aid to not only entertain but educate and inform like many of the famous American authors that came before me.

So that’s that my two cents. Please feel free to let me know if you like or dislike the stories being posted here in a respectful manner, of course!

Tamara

Uprooting

Uprooting

As I step to the water’s edge, I gaze longingly in the direction of what I believe to be Mother Africa,

And I start to dream of basking in the African sun and the ocean breezes blowing along the Motherland’s coastline, I wonder what would my life be like if I had been allowed to grow in the rich soil of my ancestry?

Would I now be royalty?

Or, own land rich with oil reserves or diamonds?

Would I and my compatriots have stopped the colonization of our Great Continent?

Making our land preeminent.

Putting Africa on the come up maybe hundreds of years ago!

I guess I will never know. 

Because my resilient ancestors were uprooted from our land, shipped and dropped off not far from the very spot I now stand. 

Uprooted and planted in a new land, with soil so rich but owned by people who insisted on stunting our development.

Here I stand possibly as a shell of who I could have come to be, or maybe I am far better than what I would have been had I been allowed to just exist in the rich soil of my own homeland.

I guess I will never know.

I will be left to wonder forevermore what could have been so. 

But what I do know is I now find myself at a crossroad so implausible.

I may be forced to abandon the only land I know. Uprooted once again. 

Yet different from my forefathers and foremothers but just as scary.

America, my adopted land, the only land I know facing the fall of democracy, quickly goose-stepping toward autocracy.

While I still believe in the Constitution, the new American leadership convinced the laws governing this land are a mere fallacy.

And, to think my very own compatriots may have voted for this new harsh reality.

Harming me and themselves.

I must decide whether to stay or leave.

Praying God will save me, my friends, my family and all my sane countrymen and countrywomen, while punishing the rest.

Ensuring the bad seeds are punished is the only way racism and the fear of losing the supreme majority can be rooted out of the land, or so it seems.

The country must implode upon itself leaving some to start a fresh, more civil and benign regime.

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