The Mayor Of Wackadoo City

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“I am a spirit on the waves,” she shouted.

Memories of her own childhood washed over her. She choked on them and laughed before she kissed each child on the forehead with her red painted lips.

“You are waves upon the sand,” she whispered.

“Okay, seriously, knock it off or else,” said a voice inside her head.

“Or else what?”

She set the children adrift and said a quiet prayer.

“It’s just like the story of Moses. Tomorrow there will be a parade in my honor.”

They washed up in the bay. No one was the wiser. Except the children.


Life is happening all around us. Every day we have a chance to engage or escape. Some people have to escape. All we can do is forgive them and move on without them in our lives. It is a shame that abuse and neglect cause damage so severe that people lose the ability to function in the same reality as the rest of us. If you know someone struggling to overcome an abusive childhood, take a moment this Mother’s Day to let them know you are glad they are alive, because they may not have a mother who is.

This is a heavy post, but one I am certain I do not carry alone. Unwanted pregnancies too often turn into unwanted children. Becoming inflamed over a woman’s right to choose is a waste of good flame. There are living, breathing children everywhere who wish someone would care enough to keep them from becoming a statistic.

I have been an absentee blogger lately. Now that the semester is over and there is almost no box left behind  in The House That Humans Built, I hope to spend some time writing about what I have learned so far in my quest to become more smarter. And once and for all complete my book. It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood as the rain splashes onto my office window. As always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields @ Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Ads below my posts are still not endorsed by this blogger.

Thanks for reading.


38 thoughts on “The Mayor Of Wackadoo City

  1. Excellent, Excellent Post. Walk a mile (or Ten) in the Other’s shoes before you cast that stone or wag those lips, & stil you do not know what you would do in the same situation. Excellent. Invite you to stop by my #FridayFictioneers post. Feedback welcome!

    1. Thanks, Shandra. I think I’d rather walk barefoot over hot pavement than in the shoes of some people. The song God Bless The Child That’s Got His Own comes to mind.

  2. The story is sad, but the post afterwards explains why you wrote it. Thank you. A good friend of mine, who cannot have a child naturally, has recently taken on a foster child she hopes to adopt. The little girl was kept in a crib the first two years of her life and most probably sexually abused. My friend has a long road ahead of her but the little girl is lucky she is willing to take the time to make things as right as possible.

  3. Honie, Good story. There are many troubled people in the world who don’t have adequate support and make the wrong decisions. This will continue until people become more interested in helping their neighbors. It’s an overwhelming and complicated problem with no easy answer. We each just have to do our best to help. Well written. 🙂

  4. i did enjoy your second story more, it is true, we ARE focusing on the wrong things. now, since i brought up focusing on the wrong things: in “my quest to become more smarter” more smarter is a double superlative. i would not point this out but i’m a dick so i must. just use ‘smarter’ or ‘more wise’ on your quest:)

    1. Hi Janet. It’s good to be back. I believe the best way to “honor” our parents is to use the lessons they teach to make better choices. I often think of the character Alfred P. Doolittle from My Fair Lady who upon hearing Eliza has “taken up” with a gentleman shows up to get his “fair share” for bringing her into the world and making. Selling her, in a sense, to Professor Higgins and Colonel Pickering. How is it that he is portrayed as a harmless character in that story? I wonder.

  5. This one touched my heart. Then I read the piece at the end where you went to school to become more smarter and smiled. I wish I could become more smarter, but it seems I just become more dumber all the time 🙂

    1. I’m so glad it made you smile. I figured why use one superlative when I could use two. I do not believe for a second you become more dumber. Your posts are witty and clever and make me smile a whole big bunch!! 🙂

  6. Dear Honie,

    Despite the heaviness of your well worded story and post, I’m doing a happy dance to have you back in the FFFold. I’m looking forward to more. 😀



    1. Thanks for your comment, Dawn. I really appreciate it. I had hoped to write all about butterflies and rainbows upon my return, but this just bubbled up to the surface and I couldn’t not follow through on the truth of the matter.

  7. I’m really glad I took the time to read the rest of the post after the story, and I really agree with you. The story may contain some heavy material, but I felt you dealt with it very well.

  8. Wow, Honie. Heavy stuff. Good for thought. Truly sad.
    And … I’m happy to see you again, see that your writing is just as solid as ever and I’m ready for more!

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