Tammy Castleman
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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.
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Cops Kids and Preachers Kids...
Mom, you were valiant in every arena of your life! You made it look easy, being a single mom while running our household and holding down a full time job that demanded so much of you. Heavy is the heart that wears the badge. When dad left, you went into law enforcement to support your two children and purchase a house on your own; in the 1970‘s, when “Women flying solo” was a cross you bore like a Scarlett Letter; but you somehow made it into a fashion statement.
By Tammy Castleman4 years ago in Confessions
Comes the Quiet
“Of course we’re all going to die” shouted the stout black-haired man in the top-hat to the priest on the Bridge Deck of the Titanic as it pulled loose its moorings at Queenstown, Ireland April 14, 1912. But Jack Sullivan wasn’t interested in idle conversation at all. He was looking over his shoulder as the dock slowly receded from sight. Only then did he exhale and lean into the railing, fairly certain he had evaded capture.
By Tammy Castleman4 years ago in Fiction
