Drama – Feature
“Family Tree” by novelist Andrea N. Carr with a family saga where an incarcerated woman gains a four-day release to attend the funeral after, her sister’s suicide while babysitting her 13 year old son.
Story uncovers dark secrets with suspense and pacing that is in comparison to Raymond Carver. I conducted an interview with the author on the power of storytelling to create empathy and change. Cristina Deptula, Literary Publicist
Why should people read/watch this story?
To help understand the human condition, the story is presented from one perspective. Angel is the main character narrating her thoughts, opinions and feelings. As in life, we see only, what we see our truth is our own interpretation – with emotions affecting how we feel in the end about the actions or words of others. Regardless of their intent.
I think, it isn’t realized the impact we can truly have on others. I love this story, for helping to bring about this realization. Family is the most meaningful relationship in life influencing who we become, whether wanted or not, we can choose to be the opposite or the same.
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I woke up the next morning in my apt. wondering why my window was wide open. Trying to remember if, I left it that way or had it been opened by an intruder while I slept.
My first thought after contemplating was the new guy from the apt down the hallway. He gives me the creeps. Even though, I laughed and said jokingly he could be a serial killer. I meant it on some level because of his movements.
Sam is elusive and present at the same time. I never saw him coming and only noticed him when he wanted me to see him. Always, with the feeling he had been there already. Stepping in sight while, watching me from wherever he hid.
He is in control of being in my presence and I don’t like it. It should be my choice to decide when, to entertain.
What could he possibly want from a middle-aged woman. He looked no more than 25, years old. I didn’t sense he was attracted to me physically but if not, what then.
Sammuel, I knew was his real name – “I like your name.” I told him. After, I had read it on his mail, giving it to him. Still wondering, how it was mixed up in my box.
302 and 307 don’t look at all similar to me and our names are completely different.
He was pleasant enough, then. I didn’t think much more about him.
He seemed so alive and determined to have me, at first. I resisted him because he came on too strong. I thought, there has to be something wrong with him.
I didn’t know, I wasn’t ready to find out what it was. I wasn’t attracted to his desperate behavior, running into me whenever he possibly could. I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.
“You seem a little crazy,” I said. He smiled at me as if he knew something, I didn’t. “You could potentially be a serial killer, with your stalking behavior.”
“I am not stalking you.” He smiled when, he said it. The way he did before, knowing something I didn’t about himself. “It feels that way to me,” I thought. But not saying, anything out loud to provoke him.
He is definitely crazy, I just knew it while, I made up my mind about it waving goodbye to him. I watched him walking away from me, wondering how this would play out.
He got smaller then, disappeared into his apt down and across the hall, while I continued to watch him walk away.
Well, desire is at it’s best with me now. I am growing more healthy. My desire for a place to live and write in peace. Taught me some things.
I am in a restaurant in Los Angeles, CA thinking about my life. I am waiting for my meal to come. While my friends are glaring at me because, I am being rude to them, sorry. Well, I will pick up the tab.
We will stay and talk a long time, afterwards. Blah blah blah ..
Anyway, I want to talk about “Desire” I have before but, it has to be undying with me in order to have the sustainability to get things I want or to have happen physically.
I believe that it is out of the energy of my desire, things fall into place. State of mind about what I desire is important too.. Let me explain. If my mind, Isn’t in the right place my desires become suffocating. As my desires unfold it’s never fast enough if I am emotionally drained or stressed over other things. So for me it is important to find daily practices that release my emotions. Not tuck them away. Like writing here. And the flood gate I thought would poor out becoming a sea. Well this is it.
I sacrificed everything for writing gave up my apt to be able to invest in my books. Stopped working as much to be able to write more. That was everything. Things that are effecting the outcome of my desire are a bigger problem now. Not really I just think so. Nothing has really hanged accept me.
Income a place to live alone that is, not homeless is everything. I hated moving in with anyone but, I will sacrifice myself for my greater good. Knowing it’s temporary, though it felt like forever.
I found out I don’t think anything, is more important than the environment we choose to live in.
Not in my case anyway, I need privacy, to be quie; alone time – a lot of it. I am out of sorts, if without it very long. I found this out recently. I been in my own forever it seems before now.
I need to be in my head alone. This time, I spent without my own place allowed me to get to know myself better through relationships with the people I lived with. I like myself better and know where to set my boundaries better.
The problem is that I have become healthier as a result of writing more. I dug up stuff I thought was dealt with. That is a good thing but, a problem if unhealthy people are around you.
A problem to decide what to do about them. I first had to stop needing to be right about everything. My spiritual life coach told me. My life got easier when, I quit wasting my time to prove it. By trying a billion different sentence combinations to say the same thing “I am right, not you.” Never getting the response, I expected in return. If people lie to themselves why would they come clean to me. Or at least defend their position.
Denying that it ever happened is the best clue you are wasting your time with changing them. Nothing, you can do to overcome difference of opinions, problems, disagreements, misunderstandings or whatever if not admitted first.
I got over it. I wasn’t right about everything either, but the stuff I was pointing out to them was for me not them, anyway. A desire I had, that they may want to be different. At least acknowledge my feelings.
I thought, I could be open to the denial being a possibility in the past but, I fooled myself into thinking, I was okay with it. I quit talking about how I feel with my family, long ago. A mistake.
Anyway, I am somewhat lonely after realizing I will no longer put up with stuff, I didn’t even think about before. Feeling guilty, over abandonment and because everyone thinks, I lost my mind. I still struggle but, I know what is wrong now.
They don’t know what to make of me now. I put up with negative behavior, not anymore. I didn’t know how to explain this other than say “I can’t do this anymore. It always bothered me but now, I care enough about myself to say something to you about it.”
“I realize I should never have let you think it was okay. I made a mistake.”
It didn’t bother me as much then, but, I do know from now on I can’t tolerate untoward behavior because it distracts from my happiness.
I wasn’t happy so bad behavior didn’t bother me the same way it does now. I deserve happiness I want to stay with it. In turn makes me less tolerating of it.
The people I have left in my life are keepers. I had lost part of my me to be completely happy I didn’t think it was possible. I thought, I was broken by my missing family relationships.
I believed only they could fill the missing holes in my happiness I required to be complete. So, I gave up on being happy; lived broken. I didn’t know that is what I did, at the time it happened.
I surrounded myself with others like them, to fix my family. I do not need to do that anymore. Doesn’t work, anyway. I needed the fixing, afraid I would fall apart. Not true.
Happiness comes from within. I am the same regardless of what they or anyone else does or does not do. I am happy with me. My realization I can only change myself does not mean. I gave up on my family or I failed. I got better at caring for myself.
I can’t really say, finally. I am at one of those crossings in my life where everything I need just came to me. To Re establish my peace outside.
I always have it inside, calling on it as of late, many times a day. So I didn’t feel sad daily for making a big mistake. Though, I had no other option at the time. I thought.
I have this issue with keeping people around I really don’t like. I want to make them likeable. I’m done with that. They often are people which, I am related or known forever.
The feeling I have now – picture this, it is like when going to bed tired because, you haven’t been able to sleep lately and you feel tired everyday from broken sleep.
You went to sleep, not waking up this time until your body woke itself. Wishing you were still asleep, watching the sun come up didn’t happen, it was perfect for you and sleep.
In fact it is a holiday and sleeping in, is an option you can take. It feels really good the first time you wake up because you can go back to sleep if you want. Then, you realize you did it on your own. Not waking startled from noise coming from the ass you live with that is loud and rude everyday.
The one you plan to never speak with again. Who has his head shoved so far up his own ass wondering daily, how he breaths. Now you won’t have to do that anymore. Not waste a second on someone who doesn’t even care enough about themselves to not be rude to people. Not even realizing how inconsiderate he is to others.
You wake up smiling, knowing this form of bullshit is about to come to an end. No longer having to question why, trying to be a good person seems so difficult at times, while trying to set a better example. For those who could care less about any example.
Getting me into situations I care not to be in, finding it difficult to turn my cheek. But, because I feel it’s the right thing to do, I turn my cheek with a balled up fist and go meditate. Wondering wtf is wrong with me.
Then, I finally listen to my messages in my voicemail and realize what I want has been waiting for me for over a week. I had no idea and paid this rude one another month for rent. While I could of been gone.
The place I wanted to live all along that wasn’t ready yet, called back saying I could have it. I have to wonder how, I missed it.
I am so happy I can live in peace again. On my own the way it should be. The abundance of the universe has provided what I needed when, I needed it once again.