The Mom Job by LuRain Penny

An excerpt from Miss Penny’s autobiography, Maintenance Drinker in the New Age.

Motherhood is the only state of the union, I never been in.

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 My own was an accidental parent.

A case of immaculate deception.

Mama never told me very much, so I never forgot it.

We never shared no sort of bond at all.

She farmed me out to sitters shortly after I danced out of her womb.

There is little recollection left of those early minders.

I was blessed to have been in the care of a woman who was my true mama in all but name.

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Ms. Wheater was Black.

We called them Colored in those days.

I seen no difference between us.

She had four kids of her own, and a man who brought in just enough to feed three.

She hired out. I was left with her family.

For nine years.

I ate with them, played with them, went to school with them.

Did a lot of crying out my fears and frustrations on Ms. Wheater’s skirts.

Christmas was spent with her family.

On birthdays, she always made little unfrosted cakes.

Sometimes I get a handmedown from one of her daughters.

A pair of her son’s brown boots, once his toes had shot holes through them.

I realized later that her life was very hard.

You’d have never known it by looking at her though.

She always clean and smiling.

She sang all the time, we sung together.

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The Great Depression was in full bloom causing mass migration.

Folks trekked elsewhere to find jobs, houses, even food they could afford.

Her oldest boy got work out West, in an oil field or some such.

They packed up and followed him there, hoping for a better life.

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I cried to the depths of my soul when she told me.

She held me for a long time, while I sobbed; humming softly, soothingly.

At last, drained of tears, I looked up at her wonderful face, which I adored more than any on Earth.

I said, “How am I going to live now?”

Those large eyes shimmered, staring straight into my heart.

“Every time you sing, I’ll hear you.  Think on that.  I’ll always be listening for your song.”

We never saw each other again.

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 Losing Ms. Wheater was the death of my childhood.

Over the years, I real glad she not around to see what a mess I done to my life.

Thinking of her high opinion made me ashamed.

When I had my first Comeback, I tried to find her, to no avail.

 Folks blew away with the dust back then.

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All you who have a mother who loves you should feel very, very lucky.

Spend more than one day a year telling her how grateful you are.

There ain’t nothing scarier or more sacred than birthing a baby then sacrificing everything for it’s upbringing.

Civilization would be just rubble if it weren’t for the Moms keeping it all going.

I love you, Ms. Wheater.

Happy Mother’s Day

LuRain

x

artwork by codifyer

2017

My Travel Kitty

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Indigo adopted us 10 yrs ago when our big Lab Cody passed away.

He had been abandoned for some time before because we’d seen him out and about in our neighborhood.

He waited on our back porch for months while we grieved, we never noticed him.

Then one day, driving around the back, I saw him. Sitting hunchy on the step.

He looked so sad.

A few minutes later on my journey, I saw a homeless man, sitting in a bus shelter.

The first thought to occur was – He reminds me of the kitty!

Cat food was bought that very day.

The process of introducing him into our household ( as a temporary visitor at first ) was begun.

LuRain was terrified of him.

She was quite put out over his intrusion into her bereavement.

But that’s another story….

He is the Love of my Life, a brave and amazing little Man.

Thanks,

aza

2017

Travel Kitty by codifyer

Peaceful World Wide

The Women’s Marches World Wide were the largest in history.

They were also completely Peaceful.

That’s how Women roll.

#matchthatmen

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This picture of Miss Penny was taken before the march in our little town.

For us, it was not a protest.

We were celebrating of our Right as Americans to Assembly and Free Speech.

  Humorously titled Dodging Facial Recognition Software,

this image would not upload to Twitter with that name.

Changed to Against the Rain, no problem.

Obvious deletions to our freedom will be easy to spot.

What is scarier are the many subtle manipulations of thought.

Share, Care, Be Aware.

Against the Rain by codifyer

2017

We Don’t Care To Be Parted: My Family

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My Family is unique.

We chose each other.

LuRain Penny ( on your left ) has been with me since the day we met in the 80’s.

She is a Singer, Songwriter and Philospher.

Her words are those I Live by.

Getting very old, unless she’s mistaken.

She’s not always on the Planet.

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We’re still working on her autobiography, Maintenance Drinker in the New Age.

Her memory has become untrustworthy so she’s decided to “just make it up as we go along.”

Most of her time nowadays is spent sleeping with Indigo Kitty aka Capt. Black, Adventure Cat.

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My Boy stalked us soon after we lost Cody, our big Lab.

He is the Love of my Life.

And I’m a Dog guy.

We live in pastoral simplicity between Mountain and Sea.

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Lucky, huh?

HYN,

aza 2017

 

 

Bone White Moon

Poem by aza cody , Arted Up Photo by codifyer

Self-publishing Pirate.KittyCat.Toon

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Pirate.KittyCat.Toon™ is finally completed as a book.

It evolved from idea through the images, to the music video, & finally to text.

Not the unusual manner of approach to be sure.

Projects unfold on their own, when given the freedom to do so.

Art is Magic.

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Now what? I have orders for copies & am faced with all the options out there for publishing.

My research into this actually has raised more questions & concerns than I thought possible.

Print on Demand or print on my own & sell it from the back of  my truck?

E-book or hard copy.

Book Shepard or Agent?

Over the next few weeks, I’ll blog about the process of getting a book published, out & sold in this economy.

With the trend towards ‘virtual’ publishing,  what are the pitfalls of signing away first rights to an on-line producer?

Are actual books worth the trouble & effort of producing?

What kind of royalties can be expected; from POD sales, from downloads?

Are there difficulties in maintaining color integrity for artwork when every printer & device reads colors differently?

When one can’t afford an IT attorney, what measures can be taken by the author to protect the product & their rights?

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I invite input from other bloggers on this subject.

Leave comments here or message me & I’ll interview you via email.

Also I’ll ask some of my LinkedIn connections for their info & advice to help encourage anyone who is involved, as I am, in bringing their book to readers, through the exploration of novel ways to print, promote & publish.

I’ve been over-whelmed by the response to my project.

Thank all of you who have expressed your enthusiasm.

It has kept me going.

As my old friend LuRain Penny tells me;

“Don’t just think outside the Box, use it for kindling!”

Cheers,

codifyer

2012

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The Amazing Story of Best Friend Buffy

 

My first friend was our Bassett Hound Buffy.

We used to lie outside in the grass, with my head on his back, looking up & dreaming.

Loved him so much, I named my stuffed dog Little Buffy.

Too early I lost them both.

I grew up but never forgot.

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30 years later, I found Little Buffy in a Salvation Army Store in my hometown.

One of those tiny miracles that happen all the time.

He’s been with me ever since.

(Indigo likes to sleep with his head on Buffy just like I did.)

 Now he stars as Best Mate to Capt. Black in Pirate.KittyCat.Toon.

 Lost at Sea & needs rescue.

Capt. Black does not hesitate to risk his Life to save his pal.

 True friends do that.

And what is yours returns.

codifyer

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 © 2012 ®