Excerpt from, Who Gave You The Right a story within Ain’t Good For My Soul:
June 20, 2014
” I can’t get the sound of my mothers’ voice. The voice I have heard my whole life out of my head. Just last night she whispered hidden thoughts into my ears. Thoughts that should have remained uncovered. Thoughts I can’t seem to shake off. Those words. The words are lingering around in my head and I can’t seem to get them to stop. Her soft and sweet whispers are sounds that no daughter or son for that matter should have to hear from their mother; the first woman I learned to trust. The whispers are now escalating every second into louder sounds; ringing sounds; repeating sounds. Into cutting words. Damaging words”. GRAB YOUR COPY OF Ain’t Good For My Soul today!!! on amazon.com of course!!!
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Today was a great day filled with joy and blessings. I got up and I was able to walk, talk, laugh and see. The blessings were all around and come from me and for that I am thankful and give God the praise and honor. Life is too short for us to be worried about bills, money, people and other things. We need to stop..pause…reflect…give thanks and share love more. So turn up the music…love…peace… and joy and LIVE…..
I walked into the room with my hot pink leg warmers pulled up high and my matches sweat band gripping my head tightly with a water bottle and towel held tightly in my right hand. The sign on door still has a fresh smell of marker lingering around as I pulled the door knob to enter into the line dancing 101 class. I didn’t know what to expect but for some strange reason I knew that was going to have a strangely weird experience. I can’t follow directions and my attention span is none to be desired so this was sure to be something. I just didn’t know what. Immediately a lady with the biggest red hair saw me. “You are new aren’t ya” she said in a southern accent as I reached down to pull my leg warmers back up over my legs. I nodded my head rather gently…
I say that my gift of writing is truly unique and special and as I go into this New Year I just give God thanks for blessing me with the gift of storytelling, translation, and poetic flow. Writing stories heal me as well as heal and entertain my readers. It’s a New Year so drop all the anxiety and give it to a character you create.