C. M. Sears
I am learning more about writing every time I write a new story, whether it be fiction or fact. I love this platform and will continue to write and learn...if you like what you read in any of my stories please click the heart.
The Book Barn
My love of books started when I was very young. I would read everything, cereal boxes, newspapers, greeting cards...it didn't matter, I just loved to read any and everything. I loved words and learning what they meant when they were strewn together on pages telling a story, or describing anything. My life wasn't great so I ended up in foster homes most of it, but I got lucky with one home I landed in when I was eleven years old. The family I was placed with Sean and Dorris Lastnameforgotten, went to Seattle Washington every year for the summer. I was lucky enough to be placed in thier home 3 months before summer came, so I got to go on this magnificent trip with them.
It was hard growing up a military brat, we moved what seemed like a hundred times a year, but realistically it was more like once every two years. Bootcamp was hard for me and my dad. My mom wanted to be a United States Marine for as long as I could remember, her father was and she revered him. my mom was always pretty tough for a girl, and she was very competitive. My dad thought she was just being crazy, so they would get into fights about it all the time, I would listen to her try to convince him that she could do it and that it would be great for our financial future, but he always treated her like she was more fragile that she actually was and she hated being seen as weak. He also used me against her alot, giving the whole "How is Gavin going to grow up without a mother, only seeing you once a year"? speeches. Neither one of them were very good with expressing thier emotions to each other, so my father used me to tell her he would miss her without actually saying it. Her father raised her tough, so there was very little she couldn't do if she wanted to including fix anything with a motor, but that spilled over into not being able to really show her feelings. I knew my mother and father loved each other more than anyone could ever know, I didn't always see it between them, but once in a while they would get drunk and get all lovey dovey, which would cause me to make faces at them when they did. They would just laugh and walk to thier bedroom hand in hand, where they would remain for a few hours, and the noises that came from that room where unmentionable!
It was a pretty ordinary start to the day, I got up as usual around 4 a.m, got my shower, got dressed and ready for work, grabbed coffee to go, walked over and opened the door to leave and as I always do, I turned and grabbed the knob to the front door, closed and locked it. As I started turning to go to my car, I had to literally jump over a brown paper box sitting about two feet away from the door, I then clumsily toppled down the 4 steps onto the lawn and caught myself, but landed on my hands and knees! As the pain set in, out of my mouth came "OWWWW, DAMMIT" very loudly, as I paused to collect myself, then I rolled around and sat down on my tucas and stared for a minute at the box that just caused me to do the flying swan onto my front lawn. It was the size of a large shoe box that was neatly wrapped with plain brown paper. I decided to get to my feet, and investigate said box. I picked it up thinking "did I order something I forgot about"? I noticed it wasn't really heavy and upon picking it up, I immediately felt something moving inside, I freaked out a little and almost dropped it, but decided to quickly put it back down. As I stared at it, I heard a tiny scratching sound coming from the brown paper box, it was the sound of something small and alive, but what could it be? All I could think was "God, please not a rat, I am not fond of them".
Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys
I was in a foster home with my little sister for almost 3 years with the most wonderful loving couple Deanna and Richard Lancaster. They wanted to adopt us but because our mother knew she could collect welfare from having us with her so that, unfortunately, didn't happen, and let me tell you, I was angry for a very long time about it. However, with the Lancasters, I found my love for reading books, especially mysteries! During our stay with these kind and loving people, Deanna introduced my sister and me to Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys Mysteries. Deanna was a wonderful woman who worked as a nurse as well as manage a household, with cooking, cleaning, laundry, taking care of us girls and her amazing husband Richard, everyone called him Dick, He was a very kind and thoughtful man, he was a used car salesman by day and on Sundays, he would take us to work with him, we had to sit in the car for a while but eventually he would take us to lunch at a place called Sambos(which was unfortunately torn down because the picture on the building was of a little black boy with a tiger, so they deemed it "racist" which if I am being honest it was.) it always smelled so good there and the food was delicious. Deanna and Dick were also very religious, we went to lots of church and bible studies at other church members' houses and they also had a jewelry sales business they did on the side. This was not junk jewelry, this was real gemstones such as diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and Jade...a lot of Jade. We would take the summers and travel all over California selling these gorgeous pieces. I also learned my love for a lot of good old music like Paul Anka, Diana Ross and the Supremes, Niel Sedaka, Niel Diamond(whom I love to listen to still), and the like. I first started loving Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys mysteries when Deanna would read them to us at bedtime, however, my sister would be asleep the first five minutes she was in bed. Deanna would read three to four pages per night so as to keep the suspense up and make the book last longer. She would change her voice to sound like the characters, making dramatic faces that would make me giggle, and was great at leaving me hanging and very excited for bedtime each night.
When the pandemic hit in 2020 all I could think was "what are we going to do with all this time"? Well, since we weren't really allowed to leave our houses for the first few months other than to shop or do bonzai runs to get essentials...like foraging for toilet paper, my bestie and I decided that it was finally time to start our scrapbook! It took us a couple months to get started but once we did oh boy, we went crazy with it! We started out picking the perfect album the title reads: LIFE...life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. We found that to be a perfect fit to our amazing 15 year journey thus far together.
The Day The Music Died
It was just a regular day, things were going like every day before...normal. I was at home just bopping around my house to the radio, doing laundry, dishes, planning dinner for me and my hubby and having a normal, wonderful day...then it all came to a screeching halt, this was the day the music died...literally!
The Truest Colors
I sit here staring into space, wondering why I feel this way, To look back at my short pride life, why did I choose a husband and not a wife?
Sex on the Golf Course
I was in foster care at the age of Seventeen, simply because my mother was a drunk, and I needed more than she was giving me. I had just found out that I was 4 months pregnant and had no idea what to do to care for myself and my bulging belly. I was given a choice to terminate the pregnancy if I wanted, they could do it that day. I asked if I could think about it for a few days and they made me an appointment to come back in three days to render my decision, and if I decided that I wanted the pregnancy terminated, they would do it right then.