Saturday, May 31, 2014

Blessed are We...



Laughter is good medicine.  God gave us a sense of humor so why not put it to good use?  Over the past week, I've thought about my life leading up to this moment - all 50 years of it (or at least as far back as I can remember) - and had a good laugh.  There was much to rejoice about and I thank God every day that he granted me with a sense of humor and that I have the ability to turn it inward.  The hills and valleys of this life may not always have been good times, but at least I can look back, appreciate the moment or the lesson, be grateful, and at least smile if I can't laugh out loud.  However, there are more laugh out loud moments that I cherish than not.  I would call that a good life. 

Friday, May 30, 2014

The Big Five-Oh


Wow - how did 50 happen?  I feel like I'm 30!  Regardless, I'm planning a great couple of days - today I am having lunch with my Mommy, dinner with my in-laws, in between I am going to work on my next book (Yay!) and tomorrow, my parents are hosting a party to celebrate.  

I can't wait to dive in and see what my fifties have in store.  I can imagine only better things than the last fifty holds.  Gotta Go...it's time to get started!!!

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Iconic Maya Angelou


This beautiful remarkable women died yesterday at the age of 86.  
May she rest in peace.

A celebration of her life — 

Maya Angelou's story awed millions. A childhood victim of rape, she broke through silence and shame to tell her tale in one of the most widely read memoirs of the 20th century. A black woman born into poverty and segregation, she recited the most popular presidential inaugural poem in history.

"I'm not modest," she told The Associated Press in 2013. "I have no modesty. Modesty is a learned behavior. But I do pray for humility, because humility comes from the inside out."
Angelou, a renaissance woman and cultural pioneer, died Wednesday at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. She was 86.

"She lived a life as a teacher, activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace," said her son, Guy B. Johnson.

Tall and regal, with a deep, majestic voice, she was unforgettable whether encountered in person, through sound or the printed word. She was an actress, singer and dancer in the 1950s and 1960s and made a brave and sensational debut as an author in 1969 with "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," which became standard (and occasionally censored) reading and made Angelou one of the first black women to enjoy mainstream literary success.

"Caged Bird" was the start of a multipart autobiography that continued through the decades and captured a life of hopeless obscurity and triumphant, kaleidoscopic fame.

The world was watching in 1993 when she read her cautiously hopeful "On the Pulse of Morning" at President Bill Clinton's first inauguration. Her confident performance openly delighted Clinton and made publishing history by making a poem a best-seller. For President George W. Bush, she read another poem, "Amazing Peace," at the 2005 Christmas tree lighting ceremony at the White House. Presidents honored her in return with a National Medal of Arts and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the country's highest civilian honor. In 2013, she received an honorary National Book Award.

She called herself a poet, in love with the "sound of language," ''the music in language," as she explained to the AP in 2013. But she lived so many lives. She was a wonder to Toni Morrison, who marveled at Angelou's freedom from inhibition, her willingness to celebrate her own achievements. She was a mentor to Oprah Winfrey, whom she befriended when Winfrey was still a local television reporter, and often appeared on her friend's talk show program. She mastered several languages and published not just poetry but advice books, cookbooks and children's stories. She wrote music, plays and screenplays, received an Emmy nomination for her acting in "Roots," and never lost her passion for dance, the art she considered closest to poetry.

"The line of the dancer: If you watch (Mikhail) Baryshnikov and you see that line, that's what the poet tries for. The poet tries for the line, the balance," she told The Associated Press in 2008, shortly before her 80th birthday.

Her very name was a reinvention. Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis and raised in Stamps, Arkansas, and San Francisco, moving back and forth between her parents and her grandmother. She was smart and fresh to the point of danger, packed off by her family to California after sassing a white store clerk in Arkansas. Other times, she didn't speak at all: At age 7, she was raped by her mother's boyfriend and didn't talk for years. She learned by reading, and listening.

"I loved the poetry that was sung in the black church: 'Go down, Moses, way down in Egypt's land,'" she told the AP. "It just seemed to me the most wonderful way of talking. And 'Deep River.' Ooh! Even now it can catch me. And then I started reading, really reading, at about 7 1/2, because a woman in my town took me to the library, a black school library. ... And I read every book, even if I didn't understand it."

At age 9, she was writing poetry. By 17, she was a single mother. In her early 20s, she danced at a strip joint, ran a brothel, got married and then divorced. But by her mid-20s, she was performing at the Purple Onion in San Francisco, where she shared billing with another future star, Phyllis Diller. She also spent a few days with Billie Holiday, who was kind enough to sing a lullaby to Angelou's son, surly enough to heckle her off the stage and astute enough to tell her: "You're going to be famous. But it won't be for singing."

After renaming herself Maya Angelou for the stage ("Maya" was a childhood nickname, "Angelou" a variation of her husband's name), she toured in "Porgy and Bess" and Jean Genet's "The Blacks" and danced with Alvin Ailey. She worked as a coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference and lived for years in Egypt and Ghana, where she met Nelson Mandela, a longtime friend; and Malcolm X, to whom she remained close until his assassination, in 1965. Three years later, she was helping King organize the Poor People's March in Memphis, Tennessee, where the civil rights leader was slain on Angelou's 40th birthday.

"Every year, on that day, Coretta and I would send each other flowers," Angelou said of King's widow, Coretta Scott King, who died in 2006.

Angelou was little known outside the theatrical community until "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," which might not have happened if writer James Baldwin hadn't persuaded Angelou, still grieving over King's death, to attend a party at the home of Jules Feiffer, a cartoonist and writer. Feiffer was so taken by Angelou that he mentioned her to Random House editor Bob Loomis, who persuaded her to write a book by daring her into it, saying that it was "nearly impossible to write autobiography as literature."

"Well, maybe I will try it," Angelou responded. "I don't know how it will turn out. But I can try."
Angelou's musical style was clear in a passage about boxing great Joe Louis' defeat in 1936 against German fighter Max Schmeling:  "My race groaned," she wrote. "It was our people falling. It was another lynching, yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambushed and raped. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trail of a man running through slimy swamps. ... If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help."

Angelou's memoir was occasionally attacked, for seemingly opposite reasons. In a 1999 essay in Harper's, author Francine Prose criticized "Caged Bird" as "manipulative" melodrama. Meanwhile, Angelou's passages about her rape and teen pregnancy have made the book a perennial on the American Library Association's list of works that draw complaints from parents and educators.

"'I thought that it was a mild book. There's no profanity," Angelou told the AP. "It speaks about surviving, and it really doesn't make ogres of many people. I was shocked to find there were people who really wanted it banned, and I still believe people who are against the book have never read the book."

Angelou appeared on several TV programs, notably the groundbreaking 1977 miniseries "Roots." She was nominated for a Tony Award in 1973 for her appearance in the play "Look Away." She directed the film "Down in the Delta," about a drug-wrecked woman who returns to the home of her ancestors in the Mississippi Delta. She won three Grammys for her spoken-word albums and in 2013 received an honorary National Book Award for her contributions to the literary community.

Back in the 1960s, Malcolm X had written to Angelou and praised her for her ability to communicate so directly, with her "feet firmly rooted on the ground." In 2002, Angelou communicated in an unexpected way when she launched a line of greeting cards with industry giant Hallmark. Angelou admitted she was cool to the idea at first. Then she went to Loomis, her editor at Random House, who was concerned the project would "trivialize" Angelou, whom called "the people's poet."

"And then I thought about it. And I thought, if I'm the people's poet, then I ought to be in the people's hands — and I hope in their hearts. So I thought, 'Hmm, I'll do it.'"

She had been a professor of American studies at Wake Forest University since 1982. She was also a member of the board of trustees for Bennett College, a private school for black women in Greensboro. Angelou hosted a weekly satellite radio show for XM's "Oprah & Friends" channel.
She remained so close to the Clintons that in 2008 she supported Hillary Rodham Clinton's candidacy over the ultimately successful run of the country's first black president, Barack Obama. But a few days before Obama's inauguration, she was clearly overjoyed. She told the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette she would be watching it on television "somewhere between crying and praying and being grateful and laughing when I see faces I know."

Active on the lecture circuit, she gave commencement speeches and addressed academic and corporate events across the country. Angelou received dozens of honorary degrees, and several elementary schools were named for her.


The Song of My People


My daughter-in-law shared this on Facebook.  I laughed then and am still laughing as I post it here.

The song of my people?!  Lord have mercy!

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

There Are Two Kinds of People...


Oh yes - that would be me, the one hanging upside down.  I blame it on family genes - my mother's family to be exact.  They were always the wild and crazy ones.  As it sifted right on down the line, I can honestly say that I come by it naturally (and I've passed it on naturally).  Are you one of the four who are following directions, or the one who dances to beat of her own drummer?  Come on - be honest now!  Can you truly resist that beat?!

Monday, May 26, 2014

A Memorial Day Salute


Our country remains in your debt.  
Today, we honor you and your families.
Please accept our deepest appreciation for your service
- especially for all the lives loved and lost.

 

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Full Moon Rising


This picture takes me straight to the water's edge.  I can picture myself or the characters in a story sitting there, watching the night sky.  Of course it's a couple sitting there, leaning against one another, the heat of their bodies radiating outward.  Maybe one hand covers the other, or a soft breath hisses out to brush against bare skin while the serene stillness of the moment surrounds them.  This is a romantic moon, one full of nocturnal surprises.  Can you picture yourself there?  Can you see the person sitting next to you?  Can you feel the tension in the air?  I don't know about you but my writer's brain just exploded!  Thoughts gone wild for this full moon rising.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Before and After

Ha Ha!  I have been in this state many times, working both outside the home and from inside the home.  I am blessed though - the job I currently have does not leave me stressed.  I enjoy walking in the door every morning and walking out in the evening with no "job related" baggage to carry home with me.  I would truly love to get back to the joy of writing full time.  One of these days, that may be possible.  Until then, I'll have to write within the ebb and flow of my schedule and truly appreciate every opportunity I get to do what I love most.     

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

10 Fun Facts


Happy Hump Day (minus the talking camel)!
I did the same as you while reading this!  
I hope it gives a smile to face the day.  

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Mornings...


Yes, some mornings feel just like this!  
No matter how you feel about this morning, 
you have to smile. 
This is a perfect picture.
Happy Tuesday!

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Bridge


It might be a very long bridge, but I am standing tall and walking forward, being led to where it is I am supposed to be.  Faith is a big word that means different things to different peoples and cultures.  What does it mean to you?  Are you standing on just any old bridge or are you wrapped in God's hands and allowing him to take you wherever He wants you to be?  My hope is that we meet someday on the same bridge, working together under the same faith for whatever cause we may be entrusted with.  Blessings to you, my lovely friends, today and always.  

Saturday, May 17, 2014

"Reading..." by Dave Barry


Ah yes, this is where my mind goes every time I sit down with a book (until I get engrossed in the plot, then it's wherever that takes me).  The beach is perfect, the sun shines with no burning effects so sunscreen is not needed, the sand isn't too hot to walk on and doesn't  materialize in places that aren't supposed to collect sand, while the water is calm and contains no hazardous sea urchins.  And best of all - it's free!  It is the perfect vacation - both on and off the page.  Care to join me?  Where shall we go today?

Friday, May 16, 2014

Follow the River by James Alexnder Thom


Book Summary:

Mary Ingles was twenty-three, married, and pregnant, when Shawnee Indians invaded her peaceful Virginia settlement, killed the men and women, then took her captive. For months, she lived with them, unbroken, until she escaped, and followed a thousand mile trail to freedom--an extraordinary story of a pioneer woman who risked her life to return to her people.

Follow the River is the next book club pick.  The club will meet for a discussion on Tuesday, June 10th and I'll share our discussion with you on Wednesday, June 11th.  I'll hope you'll pick up a copy and read it with us!

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Ego vs. Spirit


If only we could remember this, things would work much more smoothly in our lives.  I certainly need to pay more attention, relinquish, and allow everything to fall into place.  I am my own worst enemy most of the time.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Mudbound by Hillary Jordan


Mudbound was the novel pick this month for the book club.  In it, Hillary Jordan does a nice job of forging white and black cultures together in rural Mississippi.  The book takes place in the years  surrounding World War II.

Laura is a woman aged in her early thirties - past her prime in her time - who has all but given up on the dream of marriage and motherhood is courted by Henry in her hometown of Memphis, Tennessee.  Henry, an older gentleman of southern born heritage, asks for her hand in marriage.  Shortly after the arrival of their second daughter, Henry brings his dream of life on the farm alive, dragging his family into the deep, wet Mississippi Delta, saddling them with a farm house with no electricity or indoor plumbing.  Added to the lost luxuries, Henry drops his hateful father into the home with them.

The story takes us back and forth between Laura and Henry, Hap and Florence, black tenants that came with the purchase of the cotton farm, Jamie, Henry's younger brother, and Ronsel, Hap and Florence's eldest son.  Both Jamie and Ronsel have only just returned from overseas tours.  While the 1940's should seem like a year where slavery was long extinct, it was not in certain parts of the south and pits these two families against one another.  What bursts forth on the pages of this novel is a story of a power struggle between black and white, husband and wife, the dangerous Delta, and the vast emotional barrage of two soldiers sharing similar war experiences but ultimately forced to oppose one another on the sole basis of racial differences.

This story was an easy, fast-paced read that dove deeply into the lives of seven people and their offspring.  The narrative was told through six distinct voices and continued to climb to climax.  It was not a novel I would have normally picked to read on my own but I am thankful it was a recommended pick and I had an opportunity to experience it.  Pick up a copy and check it out for yourself.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Footsteps


On Mother's Day especially, I thought a great deal about my sons.  They could not be more different from one another, but I catch glimpses of myself in both of them (whether they would agree with that or not).  I am proud of their accomplishments and even more proud of the struggles they have overcome in their relatively young lives.  There will be more hurdles ahead and many more accomplishments.  I pray that they surpass all of my earthly achievements and fly higher than I ever dared to.  They are my children, a place where my heart resides always, and I want only the very, very best for them both.  I believe boys, I believe.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Honest Woman Speak

A little humor to lighten up your Monday.  
And yes - this will be happening to me later today...
hee hee...
Happily!
How about you?

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Happy Mother's Day!

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Happy Mother's Day to the best Mother ever! 
That you are also my best friend is a double blessing.
I love you to the moon and back.

Friday, May 9, 2014

If You Give a Mom a Muffin


If you give a mom a muffin,
She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan dinner.
She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things to Make with Hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two-year-old.
While she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some.
And chances are, 
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

-Author Anonymous

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Are you a Nerd?


Ha Ha - I must be a BIG nerd!!!
I love my books!  No Kindle here, baby!

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Birthday Scenario Game


Me:  Start a band with Wall-E!

My husband:  Replace the human population with a ghost! 

My brother:  Stuck on an island with Lady Gaga!!

I thought a little mindless fun was in order for the day.  How about you?  What is your birthday scenario?


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Supporting Your Favorite Artists


For all of those who support me in my writing journey, you have my deepest gratitude and sincerest thanks.  You help me to live out my heart's deepest desire.  It doesn't get any better than that!  I love you all.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Missing You


Missing You, A Poem by Author ~ Colleen Fitzsimmons

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."


I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.

After sharing that, I am now going to go dry the tears from my eyes and love on my pups for a while. 

Saturday, May 3, 2014

A Great Prom Story!


A 19-year-old in Ohio just took his 89-year-old GREAT GRANDMA to the senior prom because she didn't get to go when she was younger. They went to dinner beforehand, took photos, danced, and he had her home by 9:00 P.M (which is actually later than her usual bedtime).

What an awesome young man!  This world definitely needs more young people this this one.

Friday, May 2, 2014

It's Five O'Clock Somewhere!



Happy Friday!  Here's a nice refreshing way to celebrate.

Vodka Slushies

 Ingredients:

 1 1/2 quarts cranberry juice cocktail

 1 (6-ounce) can frozen orange juice concentrate, defrosted

 2 cups vodka

 Directions:

 Combine all of the ingredients in a large plastic container. Freeze for several hours. It will not freeze solid, but rather achieve the consistency of a slushy.

Scoop into punch cups or wine glasses and serve.


Thursday, May 1, 2014

Happy May Day!


May Day occurs on May 1st and refers to any of several public holidays. As a day of celebration the holiday has ancient origins and relates to many customs that have survived into modern times. Many of these customs are due to May Day being a cross-quarter day, meaning that (in the Northern Hemisphere, where it is almost exclusively celebrated), it falls approximately halfway between the spring equinox and summer solstice. May Day has it origins in pagan pre-Christian festivals related to agriculture and fertility, and its celebration involved joy and light-hearted fun in the outdoors as the warmer weather of spring and summer began.

Today, May Day is celebrated in several European nations and the United States, in cultural expressions ranging from Maypole dancing to foot races, May Baskets, singing, and festivals. Alternatively, in many countries, May Day is synonymous with International Workers' Day, or Labor Day, which celebrates the social and economic achievements of the labor movement. Thus, May Day has acquired a second meaning, quite different from the original one which stemmed from spiritual roots and connections to nature; the later one coming from secular efforts to improve human society through struggle and conflict.  (Copied from the New World Encyclopedia.)

In my childhood, I can remember picking fresh flowers and placing them into construction paper made baskets and leaving them on select porches in our neighborhood.  I tried to get my sons into the tradition but it wasn't as grand an experience as I remembered as a child so we didn't keep it up.  (I am assuming it was because they were boys!)  However it is that you celebrate (or not), have a wonderful May Day.