CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine
Bio
Sharing experiences, proper name? CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned, and spreading peace where I can. being MYself.
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Stories (20/0)
STREET WOMEN
THEY WERE PUSHED OUT of cars midstream in traffic unwilling to wait, not capable of seeing that there was a body writhing on the pavement for what ever her crime had been prior to the current displaced position of spread eagled horror in the oncoming headlights of following vehicles.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine15 days ago in Criminal
BECOMING AS ONE
KWANZA WAS SPECTACULAR in its presentation during the community affair put on by the Mayor's office. They dressed in their finest Afrocentric costumes of blooming color explosions and wrapped headgear of greens and tourmaline intermeshed with cerulian blue. It all brought to mind the days of college studied history of Black Communities and finding our place within. Nehru and cocobeans strung and hung around the neck of the instructor and his assistant, congo drum enunciations for rythm felt appreciation of what our generation was missing for being in America's small town suburbia. Kwanza reawakened on my return home from a stint outside into a world more concerned with fiduciary return and filling nigh heels in the material world... away from the "true importance of being in society." With the holidays gone past and me needing to blend in, I set out to find the shop capable of updoing my hair so that mine would at least resemble that of the locals back here at home. The bump and press or perm styles were creating an ache that caused embarassing gestures of fingerpointing and guffaws... we had to be black, and now. It was imperative that I get a "real Afro hairdo"... preferrably by a "real African stylist."
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine18 days ago in Humans
GONE
I RAKED THE FILES and pulled unused tiles, the slats, the stobs and studs what remained. I combed the coals and tuned the gears on what the out back yard still holds. I pulled the tarps and plugged the winch... mowed the field of every seed we spent before the rest took off to chase the distant Tennessee wind. "The went down to chase what spoils was made. They gone to pile the wreckage up from last weeks funnel winds, the rain water's depth and devastation lent by God and Mother Nature upon the heads of souls damn natured." The dogs stood near to listen. They listened as I muttered the details of every chore. I mumbled the procedures for front to finish of every action. I mentioned the "who" that belonged to the metal that I moved, "who" what needed "the extra piece of" and the where it was put. The dogs stood near to listen. They listened as I groaned beneath the burden of living the moment of others. They listened as I tore skin and broke nails and snapped bone to get the job done. They stood near enough to see and dashed far enough away with every event of slipped, dropped or missed element of my deeds. The dogs were the companions meant to speak of... and the men were gone.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine20 days ago in Fiction
TRANSFERRED
IT WAS AGREED AFTER FOUR MONTHS of physical therapy in a wading pool and injections and brace for immobilization ordered by occupational therapists that were sure to "allow for strengthening broken and fractured bone and prevent further damage." FMLA... family medical leave act options worn to an end brought a decisive crew of job relations, ADA and AFSCME representatives together with recommendations from CMS and DHS for a round table discussion on a potential positive direction to prevent forced retirement and allow continuance of work for a willing employee. The decision to opt for a transfer to an alternate government department in an available open position with comparable pay while avoiding excess strain beyond doctor's recommended lifting was finally at end. The injured employee mandated to attend the meeting was sent through the loops to collect the most up to date documentation for a lateral transfer of her job title and employee number. The state personnel records office provided copies of the open job posting from among it's many flyers and the results of mandatory application, stamped and filed with the signed acceptance of her application for the position by the new department. Her interview had been successful. There was only the need to finalize the determination to make the trade... transition an employee from office assistant to office clerk with her signed approval for an annual pay cut of $1000. Trading off from working secure spaces at a tax recording office to deep files maintained on the state's incarcerated population are each critical in their own accord, both demanding a qualified level of confidentiality. Despite a record of qualifying confidential background examinations by FBI, BOI and military agencis, she was blacklisted for the position; recalled from working. The first day of working the position had gone smoothly, she got along well with the staff in the new office but was recalled by co workers at the old office with no explanation.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Interview
You're Evicted
ASKED BY A PARENT TO RELOCATE TO THEIR OUT OF STATE HOME TO "HELP" with their household crisis, health, business or otherwise, how vulnerable are we to being "evicted" from their home? Is it a valid consideration for the term? By definition, evict means to expel (someone) from a property, especially with the support of the law: "he had court orders to evict the trespassers from three camps" Synonyms: expel, eject, oust, remove, dislodge, turn out, put out, force out, throw out, throw out on the streets, throw out on one's ear, drum out, drive out, dispossess, expropriate, chuck out, kick out, boot out, heave out, bounce, throw someone. out on their ear, show someone the door, turf out, give someone the bum's rush, defenestrate, out.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Families
HERBAL LIFE
HERBAL REMEDY HAS PLAYED A LARGE ROLE IN HUMAN HEALTH MAINTENANCE for centuries and in every nation. Herbs are flora... plants planted, raised and harvested for culinary use or those typically labeled weeds which are foraged and used for life keeping purposes. They can be eaten or used in drinks, applied to the skin and hair and used as inhalants. They can be used alone or in blends to accomplish the outcome desired.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Earth
PROTOCOL
"Get thru this course the first time and you won't have to repeat it... and by the way, it's my course... I amFLOTT... the only trainer on base that can pass or fail you so follow protocol and get through it today... first trial!" The unit started out behind the leader dressed in pickle suited splendor and so well versed in expected flinch or gasp responses of those following him that he could trip the lever releasing images of civilian or threat to civilian and mark their score before hand. Forty two trainees to put through paces on any training run is a big load but he was over twelve years ready for them and so well versed due to his twelve year experience on this base with this course. Over and over the thought echoes through the mind of those being trained to endure the mind games wrought upon them for the surety of a community that could be besieged and put in need of a responder so well trained. They were to follow his order noting sudden movement shouldering weapons intent at harm sent to none but those who would do harm to the innocent. Faces popped up, popped out from doorways. A mother coddling a child standing at her side. An elderly couple dart out and back inside, then a dark shadow in a window... above a wall... a roof and from a bush of flowers. Making their way behind the leader, they can assort and sling danger out of marked "harm's way" sent as a simple flash in the light from the darkness. Midway through the community of puppets the leader steps out of light and back in over and over... again and yet again. The trainees make their pace as instructed by protocol. THE CHALLENGE of not harming the innocent who would be harmed by the other than compassionate nailing through their mock community tearing away at their mock society and the reality they represent. Terrorists lunging out from the darkness to spill evil across mock terrace or picket fence need to be eliminated from the mock threat pushed through to trainees needing to hold the proper mentality of the mock scene so that a real event and true rationale of innocence and evil... terror and passivity could properly progress to a trainee intellect and allow for the ticket out moving them on their way to the next post. They would win the ticket out on his agenda. One by one pulled aside for a personal challenge. Response to assault on their person. Not hand in hand but instruction and expectation of performance. They could proced with a passing mark if met without rejection and to his personal approval at his in and out assertion of physical insertion. A greenhouse amid the wooded end, along the side and filthered glass and dusted bench with pots and plants from long past rents and lifeless petals and forced male stench. The end of the line. The innocents shorn and passing marks to all for "jobs well done" performance buying his applause beneath wincing brow and a jowled smirk. "PASS!" and "You won't need to see me again... most of you." Training after training to certification's date and out past innocents to protects that which is left.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Confessions
DURABLE MEDICAL DEVICES
I RAN WITH ALL THE CONCERN OF A PARENT BUILDING A SUPPORT LADDER FOR HER OWN CHILD. My husband's neice was designated with muscular dystrophy, set up with a wheelchair and a device to keep her sitting efect in the chair by velcro chest belt. EASTER SEALS was the first thing that came to mind as an assistive organization. Their claim for ammending the crippeld in families caring for them for their dystrophy or sclerosis, blindness or other debilitating health crisis was undaunted by any other American entity. I found the address and drove my husband, his mother and his neice who was under the charge of her grandmother, to the address of record. I sat in the lobby as they rattled out answer after answer to questions thrown at them until they hit a snag. The mother of the disabled child needed to be there. They were given another date to appear... with the mother and potentially, the father of the child. Before service could be rendered, signatures of her parents had to be acquired. We all piled into the car after reaching the parking lot and space that I had so hurriedly accomplished. It hadn't occurred to me that my husband's brother would need to have come with us. With their given directions, we stopped by the apartment where they lived to find them not at home, then left a hand scratched note on the door to inform them of the emergent promising resolve for the source of their born frustration. They needed to arrange a date to be taken along with their four year old daughter, or arrange for taxi transportation that could get them to the far west suburb address. She had been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy after medical intervention over the first few years of her life. Sometime during those appointments to determine the reason for her curled up fetal position, her father had not returned. The harsh reality of his chid's condition and the time and expenses he and his wife would endure while making an attempt at unfolding life as near normal as possible for their daughter hit him hard. It must have hit his wife equally hard, she never showed up at the apartment where her daughter was being maintained by her inlaws.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Humans
CREAM OF WHEAT
I WAS NINE WHEN I STRUCK A MATCH TO MAKE BREAKFAST, and my seven year old brother struck his match to light the oven after turning the knob high overhead on the front of the stove he lay down on the floor in front of. It was our daily job... the requirement after getting up from the night's sleep awakened two hours prior by mom's gentle call from her bedroom out into the darkness of the basement apartment to rouse me... us from a night's sleep; before she left to go to work from the space our stepfather set us all into after they were married. Our five year old youger brother held the "cushy" option role of cutting a cold stick of margerine for buttering slices of Silvercup bread for toast that would accompany what was made by us, his two older siblings. We had to get our breakfast of, not cream of Wheat... I wasn't good at judging the "done" texture, so Campbell's Chicken Noodle soup, toast and milk after waking early enough for washing ourselves and getting dressed. We needed time to straighten the mess we made before leaving home. I had to remember to lock the door after successfully accomplishing our advent into the morning's tasks. We had to get ourselves to school in a new neighborhood deep inside Chicago's Northwest side. Once there, and once gone through the day well behaved, we had to get ourselves home and back inside the basement apartment to get our homework done and wait for mom to return to make dinner so that we could eat a family meal.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Feast
INTERNATIONAL PLANNING
WE PLEDGED TO WORK TOGETHER IN AN EFFORT TO EQUALIZE SISTER NATIONS and the populations therein by ending (or lessening) world hunger, battling the effects of "mother nature" and other unavoidable catastrophies. In this latest American Presidential administration there is talk of "battling alien intervention" to Earth's existence. To do any of those efforts prescribed to under such international organizations such as UNITED NATIONS, WORLD NEWS, WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION, INTERNATIONAL PLANNING ASSOCIATION to name a few swore to work together in a humane manner. The divorce from prejudice to accomplish this togetherness did not excuse war acts and terrorism, but left no one nation out for assistance.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a month ago in Earth
BESTIES
I CRIED WHEN ONE OF MY MAIN MEN DIED. He was there for me on repeated an predictable moments with an undying known mood. He died and was broadcast over live tv! It has taken a while to get over the "take away," after all, among all my friends he alone knew my common approach... without mistake. I've gone on and gotten past mourning a bit. I've learned other distractions, gotten a few new friends. Hilary beams at me reassuring that descent homes and real estate are, in fact, not a game formulated in my mind. Others have that level of steep imagination still going on even in today's broken world of life well past my own life's affiliation as a realtor. I let him slip away in exchange for brief glimpses at the likes of my past life co-worker, Dave as hestruggles not to drown or struggles not to succomb to gangsters, drug dealers and cranks. Real Estate was so much easier! His recent co-workers don't kow him like I did! (I'm determined NOT to get to caring for him... his wife is touchy.) With all the changes he never reaches his real personality... he does his acting for them... never being real anymore. Friends come and go, keeping their distance to a real business ideal. My besties, best friends who flavor my waking hours with all the affection allowed girl to girl and all the man to platonic female friend sincerity described in any dictionary. Rare to step out of line... except those related ties who could "bongee cord drop" in and zip back out of reach at their own moment's notice to get back on the job. Not OJ but COO J and impromptu meetings for whispered nothings over who has or gets gas in close... intimate spaces. My besties... within reach and so intimate when I accept the embrace and intensity of emotion provoked by them. They bring shrieks of horror. They bring coffee and sometimes cake... on a diet plate! They drift in with mention of weight but correct me if I take a wrong step toward it... pizza? no way... unless a friend, their friend is springing for the load...PIZZA HUT? fine. David! David would eat it all if you leave it there... but
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine2 months ago in Confessions
