Author Cam Rascoe born Cameron Marquee Rascoe on August 3rd 1973 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is a multi talented artist utilizing his God given gifts to educate, entertain and inspire his fellow man.
Addicted to Chaos
“Get ya’ll bad asses in this house and shut up all that damn noise in there! I’m sorry Miss Mary, I appreciate you bringin’ the boys home for me. They’re always into somethin’, wit they bad asses. I don’t know why these kids is so damn bad or where they get it from. I need ta whip they ass more.”
“Trixie did you place that ad on Face Book? Good, good. Make sure you go on all those Rants and reviews pages too. I want to start booking appointments right away. They need to all be booked within a two week span so we are going to work these three counties with three different numbers. Yes, Chuck Chambers aka “CC”, Bobby Boston and Aaron Ackerman. Ackerman will be working in Lake County, Boston in Orange and CC in Seminole County. You already have reviews written up right? Good, good okay, well I will meet you at the spot after I gather these addresses to put on the stationary.”
There was once a time that I always felt like the apple of your eye. I was the sun in your love’s universe. Beautiful poetry you wrote me celebrating our great love and how it came about. Books you crafted with your own hands, burning edges of pages and designing lovely boarders. Every word in each of these books I cherish. I read them again just the other day. I needed to remember. I know you love me, just as I love you. Our love is one for the ages; this is true. Then, life happens. Then a history of life happens. Six wonderful children we protect and parent occupying most of our time and consuming all of our disposable income. We both understand that the sacrifice is an investment in our family’s future. Many a football, basketball, baseball, softball, soccer, volleyball, cheer leading, band and dance events and games we have attended, coached, supported and of course funded over the years. Very time consuming and physically taxing all of the running around can be, leaving little “mommy and daddy time”. When we finally return from our children’s activities you are fatigued and drained and I am left to talk to myself as you nod off to our favorite program.
“Hey honey, what’s your name?” Troy looked the odd older lady over before answering her. He tried his best not to laugh out loud as she shimmied and shook off beat to the music. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing there and who she was with.
Running From Freedom
Generational curses plague many of the families residing in the Orlando community of Pine Hills. Some of the youth become institutionalized at a very tender age. It would seem they feel more comfortable behind bars than running free in the world. Crimes are committed for very little gain at a high risk with dire consequences. No forethought or great planning goes into their criminal behavior; usually it is based off of opportunity or emotion. Poor decisions and youthful indiscretions equate to long prison terms and broken families. The generational curse can be broken but it starts in the mind. These youth are often blinded to the possibilities of the future because they don’t see examples of it from the elders in their family. Sometimes it’s hard to be what you never get an opportunity to see.
Secrets Not To Be Kept
“I just can’t get clean! It won’t come off me! Ugh, oh my God, Oh my God!” Terrence scrubbed and scrubbed but he could never make himself feel clean. He stayed in that shower until the water ran cold and his skin wrinkled like a prune, still he scrubbed. His exterior was clean, raw, but Terrence could never remove the awful stain on his soul. The vomit had all but dissipated down the drain. It took an hour but now every chunk had disappeared. He rinsed his mouth with the shower water, swished it around then spit it out.
Disrespecting The Oh Too Often Disrespected
Tia Taylor, age twenty-two, survivor of a dysfunctional and sometimes abusive childhood was a baggage handler at Orlando International Airport and part time student. Her extended family members were extremely proud of her and the successful life she had made for herself despite her circumstances. In her teens Tia discovered that she preferred the company of women over men, especially romantically. Being a Millennial she did what Millennials do to find love. She took to the internet and it’s many websites where a young person might make a new friend.
Pain Is In The Brain!
“Let’s go! You’ve got to push yourself son! Never show weakness! Pain is in the brain!” Football coach Ralph Morgan screamed into the teary eyed face of the sophomore walk-on. Ralph was determined to break him. He resented having to waste his time coaching and drilling local boys who had dreams of playing football after high school. He was used to having scholarship players that he needed to focus on. Coach Morgan didn’t appreciate being forced to do things. Since being released from a second division one NCAA University in the past five years this is where he landed. In the mountains of South Western Virginia he found himself coaching at a first year NAIA program. Once a defensive coordinator in back to back major bowl games, Ralph despised having to answer to lesser coaches and as a position coach at this tiny college. His coaching style he refused to change no matter how much they tried to punish him. Now he was extra abusive due to his frustrations over his failures.