I hate rules although I know they are necessary to keep order. I appreciate rules of the road even though many drivers completely disregard them. I respect rules of law. I understand rules of engagement (of all sorts). So, I get it. Rules are imperative. But I still don’t like them.
Okay, maybe I should clarify.
I promise this isn’t a commercial/ad for Nutribullet. I’m not going to tell you all the benefits and life-changing advantages of blending veggies. I’m not a salesperson or a spokesperson for the product. I’m just an enthusiastic user who can vouch for its ease and simplicity.
They (the manufacturers) call it an extractor. Some even call it a juicer. But it’s really just a high-powered blender. That’s all it is. And I’ve got to tell you, it blends like no other of its kind. Continue reading
That’s where my head is today — on quitting. What am I quitting? Continue reading
I remember my first mother’s day. It was May, 1996. It wasn’t so much the actual day that I remember. It was all of the activity the day before. I was graduating from college the day before my very first mother’s day. My husband was doing a tour overseas and I hadn’t given any thought to mother’s day except to call my own mother to wish her a happy mother’s day. But for me, there was no Continue reading
Suddenly, the door flew open and in came a typewritten note that had been placed between the door and its frame. The note contained only these words: I’m alive. Meet me at five.
Melanie stepped outside and looked around, canvasing the yard for any sign of someone lurking or running away. She didn’t dare leave the perceived safety of her Victorian porch. Continue reading
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I remember writing (and illustrating) my first book at nine or ten years old. I wrote it on typing paper that I had cut in half then folded and stapled the pages together. I even drew the front cover. That was my first book, Lily the Lemon. Today, I don’t remember what it was about and the book has most likely been recycled into something. I’d given it to my teacher. She asked me to read it to the class then afterward I gave it back to her. It wasn’t a class assignment. It was just something I did because I wanted to. The “sharing with the class” part was the teacher’s idea.
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For the A-Z challenge, I thought I’d reprise this post. It’s quite befitting of my “I” day.
Lately, I’ve run across sites, companies, opportunities, and even sellers who don’t welcome self-published authors as “legitimate” authors. They might as well have a sign posted that says “NO SELF-PUBLISHERS ALLOWED”. It is as if our words, our voices are meaningless. As if our composition of emotions and characters and settings have less value because The Big Four (publishing companies like Simon & Schuster, Penguin, or even HarperCollins) didn’t co-sign them.
It is as if they could shake the letters and phrases from our books and render them meaningless just by the mere act of exclusion.
I’ve accomplished some pretty great things (in relation to the goals I’d set for myself). I’ve climbed the corporate ladder and reached the highest rung in my field. I’ve lived in a highly sought-after upscale community. I’ve owned luxury cars. I’ve dated the finest of men… even married a few. And I’ve lost all of it. Continue reading
GRASP*ING /v./ to make an attempt to seize. Also, /adj./ Exceedingly eager for material gain.
We live in a culture where we are constantly grasping at the next thing, attaining the next goal, preparing for the next day, planning for the future, or simply wanting more than we already have; never really sitting still long enough to smell the roses, or be curious about the light that hits our faces at sunrise, or appreciate each breath we take, or even stand in awe of the miracle of nature. In other words, we are always “becoming” and never “being.”
So, our obsession with always becoming, does it hinder us? Are we missing out on life because we are never being? What do you think? How do you live – being or becoming?
Want to become an author? Here are five things no one tells you about being a writer: (adapted from Crystal Washington’s Want to Become a Speaker)
1. It’s NOT about you. It’s about the audience. You must deliver what your genre demands. E.g., Romance MUST have a ‘happily ever after’ (learned this the hard way)
2. If you’re sensitive, you’re going to have to toughen up. Some reviews will make you want Continue reading
Ebony Articles I is a compilation of erotic stories that focus on relationship dynamics by debut author, C. Lynette (who also happens to be my cousin). I wanted to share an excerpt and our interview today, on my “E” day of the A-Z Challenge. So, here it goes.
Book Review : Forty Acres by Dwayne Alexander Smith
A young black attorney confronts issues of race and power as he uncovers a shocking conspiracy in the most page-turning and provocative thriller since The Firm.
Martin Grey, a smart, talented black lawyer working out of a storefront in Queens, becomes friendly with a group of some of the most powerful, wealthy, and esteemed black men in America. He’s dazzled by what they’ve accomplished, and they seem to think he has the Continue reading
Book Review : Gray Mountain by John Grisham
The year is 2008 and Samantha Kofer’s career at a huge Wall Street law firm is on the fast track—until the recession hits and she gets downsized, furloughed, escorted out of the building. Samantha, though, is one of the “lucky” associates. She’s offered an opportunity to work at a legal aid clinic for one year without pay, after which there would be a slim chance that she’d get her old job back. Continue reading