Tammy Castleman
Bio
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
Stories (43/0)
The Wall That Loved Rosie
If walls could talk, each wall would be its own storybook, read by aged grandparents to eager ears that gather. This I know, because I am a wall. I share my memories from the soot filled earth now, but there are things you should know. Things that matter that should not be forgotten.
By Tammy Castleman4 months ago in Families
Aunt Bonnie
She was 70 and on oxygen the Thanksgiving that she pulled a butcher knife on my father...her brother...Jack. Then she threw it at him, but he ducked in time and it stuck quivering in her cupboard for a millisecond before crashing to the floor. Ordinarily, I’d label this event as “traumatic” but taken as a whole, it was just a single scene in a surface “normal”, albeit dysfunctional family Thanksgiving. There is poignancy in the fact that it would be our last one but that didn’t have anything to do with weapons. In any case, cousin Jeannie (Bonnie’s daughter) and I were too busy rifling through Bonnie’s closet for evidence of two of Bonnie’s children’s paternity, that we were not present for the argument that led up to the incident.
By Tammy Castleman6 months ago in Families
