Flickering Light

The yelling stopped.  Then I heard loud footsteps and the living room door slam shut.  

I sat up in bed as the family car started up and quickly drove away.  I stared at my candle as it flickered spastically at its end. Suddenly darkness engulfed the room.  I slowly lay back down and heard the faint sound of my mother crying. My heart sank and my body became numb.  I felt powerless as I heard words through her tears.

“Why?  Why God?  Answer me dammit!  Why?”  

Yelling and crying was nearly a nightly occurrence through my youth.  But I never heard her talk to herself before that night.  Soon after I fell asleep I was awakened suddenly by my mother.  

“Let’s go Joshua. Don’t ask any questions.”  

God must have answered her that evening.  We never went back home.

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Mind of Shoo

Man or Monster

Her father laughed uncontrollably as he sipped his beer then gently placed the can on the arm of the chair. Jeanie didn’t dare look up at him from her spot under the cushions. With her eyes closed she prayed while pondering the laugh. Was it a laugh of anger coming from him? Or simply a playful laugh of a loving father?  
Jekyl and Hyde was the daily game she played her father.

He grabbed the beer can and chugged what was left then tossed it aside. She now understood the inevitable. Slowly she peered from behind the cushion and glanced up at the monster above.  

Today was not her day.

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Mind of Shoo

Hello World!


Wow!  Where do I begin?  From the beginning?  I think not.  How about from this moment?  Hmmm…not sure that works either.  How about from the house in the picture above.  I find that to be an appropriate beginning cause my time in that house is what shaped me to the man I am today.  Now that sentence can be looked at in many different ways.  Was that time in that house good?  Was it bad?  A combination of both perhaps?  Was it filled with love?  Who was there?  Lots of questions can be asked and answered, many of which will be touched upon in the growth of this blog.

So it is here where I chose to begin.  Shoo is part of a nickname my parents called me growing up in that house pictured in the south Louisiana town of St. Martinville.  Hence the phrase Mind of Shoo is just that, from my mind.

Since I chose to start my journey from an earlier part of my life, you may ask where am I now?  A glance in my About Me page will answer that and the subjects I will write about here will fill in the gaps in between!

So welcome to my blog! I don’t know exactly where this journey will take me but I desire to reach deep in the layers that make up the person I am now.  I hope to touch on this past as well as present!  My journey is truly no different from many Americans, but it is my hope that there could be lessons for anyone who stumbles across my humble writings here.

Till we meet again.  Good Day.

From the Mind of Shoo!