Pamela W. Carman
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Letter to Wayne
Letter to Wayne by Pamela Carman Wayne, I enjoyed meeting you this past week at the high school. You said something during our meeting that set me to thinking. You mentioned that you are a genius, and ever since then, I have been thinking about what this word "genius" actually means.
By Pamela W. Carman3 years ago in Journal
Mouse Flambe′
We had a small disaster this Christmas. Well, actually, it was the 6th of January. I was taking down the Christmas decorations and I had just placed all the green artificial garlands in their box when I decided to take a break and fix myself a snack. I opened one of the kitchen drawers and was confronted by my worst nightmare. At first, I tried to convince myself that I was observing a few of the chocolate sprinkles that my husband likes to put over his vanilla ice cream. In my heart, I knew this was not so, but Kenneth is very careless in the kitchen, so I made a stab at this conclusion while I let the truth settle in on me. Ultimately, there was no denying it... A mouse had visited me. "Visited" is a misnomer. Mice do not visit. They move in for the long haul. Mice are one of life's perils if one owns a home in the woods, especially in the winter.
By Pamela W. Carman3 years ago in Humans
The Woman Who Moves Mountains
The little girl with the pigtail plaits had no idea who she would grow up to be, but she always knew she was somebody. Her parents taught her, and both of her sisters, that good things were expected of all of them. This was during the time that little children were expected to drop out of school by the eighth grade because their future was in service to White people and they had no need of an education beyond the basics. The parents never had an opportunity to receive an education and they were determined this was not going to happen to their girls.
By Pamela W. Carman3 years ago in Motivation