Melanie Banman
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No Soul Stop
Stirred as the car rumbled gently, the young woman opened her eyes, blinking slowly. She was lying on the bench seat of a sleeper car. Not on the bed, the bench. Head rolling back and forth slowly as she straightened, she felt her stiff neck crack. Dull throbbing pounded behind her eyes, she rubbed her temple, taking a deep breath. Gentle rumbling continued to jostle, as a haunting question drifted into the young lady's head.
By Melanie Banman3 years ago in Fiction
A Man of Vision
One story about my father would not be enough. He has not been the same person, even in the short time that I have lived. Even before my time, my father was constantly evolving. So I will summarize the best I can, the story of my father's ambition.
By Melanie Banman4 years ago in Confessions
If Mother's Knew Everything
Dear Mom, Mother's day approaches again, and again I get to reflect on all the wonderful things that you have done for me. But this mother's day, I have something different to offer you. Flowers, mugs, scarves and cheesy wall art are not the only gifts that mother's deserve. Especially you. You deserve the world on a platinum platter, but instead, I will share a tidbit of truth with you. I never told you this, but there was a question you asked me when I was younger. You asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I answered you in the way you would expect. I told you I wanted to be just like my dad. You smiled and nodded your head. "Of course, you're such a daddy's girl." And I began my path towards being an accountant, just like my father. I started with lumber piling, then moved into customer service, changed to a janitor, morphed into a level 2 licensed insurance broker. Through my journey, I remembered all the different kinds of jobs you had as well when I was growing up. You processed all of the milk we had on the farm, turned it into cream, cottage cheese and butter. You were always doing haircuts and dye jobs, not to mention perms, for your friends and family, whenever they asked it of you. When we moved, you also moved onto corrective chiropracting, setting bones and moving muscles back to where they belonged. At the same time, you decided you could also cook the breakfast shift at one of the local restaurants. And then you turned around and started teaching English as a second language at the local community college. In conclusion, you have occupied the role of wife, mother, grandmother, mentor, friend, teacher, chef, physical caregiver, receptionist and so much more. And with that, here comes my confession.
By Melanie Banman4 years ago in Families
