pamela mayer
Bio
Pamela Mayer does all things creative — theatre, art, and writing. She is certain she will bump into her Prince Charming in the produce section of Trader Joe’s, Miami Beach very soon.
Stories (18)
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It's Dangerous To Monkey Around
Luwanda, you are one of the last of our civilization in the Free Zone. So much is on your shoulders. Blessings that you have been impregnated by Ruan. My sorrow pains me that he was struck down by the Baboon Watchers. Pity Ruan will never know the little one he fathered. All memories of him you will share with your child. He will live on through the youngin. Just as I protected you with my life and body so will you do the same for what’s yours.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Petlife
Growing In Florida or Not
When the dust settled there was the fat girl and me. We stood in the didn’t get picked line. The teacher would point and say, “Shorty Jan go with the yellow team and Zelda, you’re on the red.” Just like that each team got a member that was like the plague. They were competitive and I was not a strong competitor. The looks were coming at me like machine gun fire.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Confessions
Cut To The Chase
I’m crafty - always have been. Loved to make cards for every occasion. Cutting colored paper, making envelopes, taking photos and cutting off the heads and putting them on Wonder Woman and Superman bodies. It’s a gift my family would rave when I was a child and surprised them with my talent.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Humans
My Motherless Mother
She hung limply from the electrical cord in the center of the ceiling. Her sturdy black shoes were untied, her dress fluttered in the breeze of the floor fan. Her hair was in a neat chignon, her eyes empty and blank. That was how she found her Mother on an ordinary Monday afternoon. My Mom was thirteen years old and her quest to survive began that day.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Confessions
