That's Life: In Poetry and Short Stories

Photo Credits:

Back cover photo of me with book taken by Sally Drexler

Page 14: Top photo: photographer unknown; bottom wedding photo taken by Don Gray

Page 27: Angel taken by Barbara Sellers

Page 35: Top family photo taken by Vernon Photography Studio; bottom family photo photographer unknown

Page 36: Me with baby Shawn Harvey by Franklin R. Harvey

Page 41: My sons Shawn and Ryan with their dad by Barbara Sellers

Page 43: Drucilla Vargas, photographer unknown

Page 45: My granddaughter Crystal on Santa's lap by Barbara Sellers; Bottom photo of Barbara and friends on Santa's lap: photographer unknown

Page:51: Character sketch by Donna Louise Turrentine

Page 66: Pointing fingers, paid clipart from I-Stock

Page 77: Pump and windmill, paid clipart from I-Stock

Page 83: Bull, paid clipart from I-Stock; Farm photo taken by the Pope County Tribune in 1954

Page 89: Lipstick paid clipart from I-Stock; photo of me with long hair taken by Franklin R. Harvey

Page 95: Erma Courtney by Don Gray; paid clipart from I-Stock

Page 105: Phone, paid clipart from I-Stock; my son Shawn holding phone by Barbara Sellers

Page 111: Me holding trophy with my son Ryan taken by Darlene Price

Page 115: Praying hands, Bible and uplifted hands, paid clipart from I-Stock

Page 121 Bald eagle taken by Barbara Sellers; Barbara with guitar taken by Ella Duesterhoeft

Page 129: Typewriter, paid clipart from I-Stock; me at my desk taken by Clare Richards

Page 139: Ice block and figures, paid clipart from I-Stock

Page 149: Military uniform photo: photographer unknown; Don Sellers editing the Northwest Guardian at the Tacoma News Tribune taken by Barbra Sellers.

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To four people who encouraged me to pursue and excel in my professional writing career: my grandmother Marian Harrison Brewster, my seventh-grade English teacher Betty Bradfield, my senior English teacher Ordell (Lee) Paulson, and former Chief of Army Newspapers Sergeant Major Gary G. Beylickjian

CONTENTS

PREFACE

PART I: Poetry

LOVE

The YOU I Loved

The Cheating Game

The Plants You Gave Me

I Knew Him

True Love

Alone

Sometimes

Romantic Love

One-Night Stand

Wounded Lovers

Brown Eyes

Yesterday Moments

RELIGION

Angels from Heaven

God’s Gifts

The Voluntary Services

Crossroads

Writing with Passion

Ode (Owed) to Tithing

FAMILY

The Pregnancy Blues

Martha

The Wake

The Terrible Truth

Daddy’s Time

When Drucilla Died

Too Late

SEASONS

The Christmas Spirit

The Fall of Autumn

Class Reunion

Happy New Year

CHARACTER SKETCHES

Rupert the Rat

Loose Lucille

Anorexic Kim

Two-Ton Pete

Mixed-Up Rose

Grudge-Holding Dick

Positive Sue

Negative Joe

Shopping Sherrie

Stingy Chuck

Traveling Jenny

Stay-at-Home Doug

Perfect Pauline

Deceitful Jim

THAT’S LIFE

Labels

Occupation Please

Choices

Legacy

Determinism

Deception

Are You Rich?

PART II: Short Stories

The Forbidden Rock

Orgie the Friendly Bull

A Special Kind of Lipstick

Risky Dating

Calling Long Distance

Microphone Dilemma

The Power of Prayers

Missed Opportunities

Real Crazy Job Experiences

Another Life, Another Time

Mrs. Whatchamacallit by Donald R. Sellers

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

PREFACE

IF YOU EVER have a motorcycle accident, you will find out that the human head is not a big, rubber ball after all. Upon impact, it’s more like a ripe melon.

I ended my story with these two lines when I wrote about how important it is for all motorcycle riders to always wear approved safety helmets. I never kept a copy of that story, but my university professor raved about my powerful ending. She said I left my readers with a vivid image of what happens when a ripe melon is dropped onto a hard surface, and it literally gave her goose bumps. Now I wish I had kept a copy of that story because it might have saved lives. In fact, my first husband ended up in a hospital bed instead of the morgue because I insisted that he buy a safety helmet eight hours before he went motorcycle riding with a few of his more-experienced biker friends.

If we are lucky enough to live to be a ripe old age, most of us have several stories locked inside our memory banks. Many of our stories should be told and shared with others, but never are. By sharing our life experiences and stories, we can learn valuable lessons from each other. When it was more common for parents and/or grandparents to live with their adult children or grandchildren, young family members grew up hearing about their family history. They got a much stronger sense of family roots, and they also got a much stronger sense of patriotism and love of our country, too, when they heard how uncles or grandparents fought for our freedom in previous wars. That seldom happens anymore.

That’s one reason why I’m writing this book: to preserve some of my stories for future generations of family members and other readers who are growing up in a much different time.

Poetry can be very subjective, but I hope my readers will enjoy my poems. Nine out of 10 of my short stories are true, but some of them carry valuable lessons, too. At least one of my stories involves some of my sisters and brothers. For consistency with my first book, Get Tough or Die: Why I Forgave My Parents for My Abusive Childhood, I am using the same first names in this book and no last names are used.

No matter who you meet in life, you take something from them, positive or negative, Gary Allen said. Throughout our lives, the people we come in contact with are usually left better or worse off for having known us. The kind of people we include in our lives often determines who and what we become, and that’s why inspirational speakers often encourage us to surround ourselves with people who lift us up and let go of those who put us down. That does not mean, however, that we should let go of everyone who disagrees with us. Of course, constant disagreements are never good, but some friendly disagreements are actually healthy. Often the people who have the courage to disagree with us end up helping us the most. We need to have some people in our lives with different viewpoints to help us maintain an open mind, gain new perspectives, and become the best that we can be.

I hope you enjoy reading my poetry and short stories. You can also follow me on my Get Tough or Die Facebook Page or at BarbaraSellers.com.

PART I

Poetry

My first marriage to the late Franklin R. Harvey.

Love Poems

My second marriage to (Ret.) Lt. Col. Donald R. Sellers.

THE YOU I LOVED

Dedicated to my late first husband

Where is the YOU who was loyal and caring?

And where is the love we started out sharing?

The YOU I remember was steadfast and true.

Whatever happened to that kind of YOU?

I love the YOU that YOU used to be.

That part of YOU was a good part of me.

But the new kind of YOU that YOU have become

That is the YOU I’m now turning from.

Still, I miss YOU, the YOU that I know,

The YOU that I love. Where did YOU go?

THE CHEATING GAME

When lovers start the cheating game, they call it by another name.

Perhaps at first, they’re only friends, but that’s not how it usually ends.

When guilt sets in, they soon discover their pretend friend is their lover.

What started out as harmless fun could end up hurting everyone.

Things never do look quite the same when addressed by the right name.

If it’s ok, you’ll tell the truth, and if you can’t, it’s solid proof

You better make a quick retraction before you carry out the action.

But call it something sweet and boast, you’ll be the one deceived the most.

If you don’t like this losing game, you only have yourself to blame.

So, learn to live in constant fear that your loving spouse will hear

About the lies told to conceal everything you didn’t reveal.

Then be prepared to say goodbye when it’s too late to explain why.

And so, before you play this game, you better call it by its name.

And read the first important rule: Each player has to be a fool.

Such warnings should give you a scare but go ahead if you don’t care.

Chances are once done and said, you’ll wish you stayed at home instead.

THE PLANTS YOU GAVE ME

Dedicated to the late Russell Jones