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Friday, December 17, 2010

Recovered from the flu, here's a video blog for you

Thursday, November 4, 2010

New date and place for launch party

This economy sucks. Joseph Beth Bookseller is closing at the end of the month. This trendy, independent book store was a great addition the the Charlotte landscape.
The Charlotte Observer  reports that:
Joseph-Beth Booksellers, which opened at SouthPark in 2005, is shutting its doors by the end of November, the company announced today. It will hold scheduled events through this week, with most other events set for this month being moved to Park Road Books.
"We've absolutely loved being a part of this community, and we were so sad," marketing manager Caroline Crownover said.

Sadly, the launch party for His Sexy Bad Habit was scheduled at Joseph Beth for Jan.4. Needless to say, it's been canceled. And rescheduled.
Park Road Books, Charlotte's other premiere independent book store, has stepped in and will host the event.
When: Jan 8, 2011 at 1:30 p.m.
PS: THERE WILL STILL BE CAKE!!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

November/ December signing schedule


November 2010-Cheris Hodges Book Signings
Sunday
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Barnes and Noble Book Fair,  7804 Abercorn St,  Savannah, GA,
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December 2010
Sunday
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Holiday Party at Knightdale Library
946 Steeple Square Ct. Knightdale, NC
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

What is really keeping me up at night: Reality Bride

HER FANTASY AND HIS REALITY…

Classically trained actress Imani Gilliam is gifted, beautiful—and broke. Facing eviction, her only hope of staying afloat is to do the reality TV show, “Let’s Get Married.” The show pairs up single strangers, and viewers vote for who should be united in wedded bliss. Imani is only looking to be united with a paycheck—until she locks eyes with a fellow contestant…

ARE ABOUT TO CREATE A BUZZ…

Dr. Raymond Thomas is determined to keep his struggling free clinic running—even if it means appearing on “Let’s Get Married.” He can’t imagine finding love on TV—but when he spots Imani, he definitely finds lust. And their attraction isn’t lost on the producers. But as the cameras start focusing on them, Raymond wonders if he’s just a tool in Imani’s career. Only time—and a life-changing choice—will tell…

Video blog post 2

Thursday, September 30, 2010

I'm going to take you on a journey. . .

Want to come into my crazy world as I write? I'm going to do a weekly video post of me writing my latest book about a reality show that puts a New York doctor with a D-list actress trying to earn her Oscar.
Check back and see what goes on when I'm writing. And see how my BlackBerry drives me crazy!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Essence has lost her way

When it comes to fashion, Cosmo, Elle and Vanity Fair have never been friends to sisters. But we always had Essence.

That's right, had. Essence, once the black woman's bible, has hired a white fashion editor. Really?
It's bad enough that the magazine has become a chocolate coated Cosmo. It's all about the celebs and not the average black woman.
Where is Susan Taylor when you need her?

I can't remember the last time that I picked up a copy of Essence and felt empowered. Not since the take back the music campaign. Everybody wants to talk about this post racial society, but we are far from there. Just ask Shirley Sherrod
Still, black women need something of our own. We had that with Essence -- once upon a time. Where do black women go to get that support, that "You Go, Girl?" Now, it seems no where.
I don't know what some white chick will be able to tell me about fashion. Will she know how some jeans don't fit a black woman's body. We have ass, you know.

When Time took over Essence, I was afraid something like this would happen. The whitewashing of Essence begins.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

His Sexy Bad Habit is coming in Jan.





She Makes A Move For His Heart…
He’s hot and he’s single, but Antonio Billups has been out of the dating game for three years. Since his wife died, his focus has been on his business—and their son A.J. Enter new-in-town sultry, sexy Serena Jacobs, a woman who just might inspire Antonio to change his mind about being alone…

That His Body Can’t Resist…
Serena’s new restaurant is about to take off, and so is her heart—to Antonio. But events from her past are about to hit the fan—with a little help from Antonio’s scheming sister-in-law. Soon, Hollywood catfights and long-ago love affairs threaten the steamy relationship between Antonio and Serena, and when their secret histories collide, they must choose between a future with—or without—love…
“Hodges delivers a sizzling romance…” --Publishers Weekly on More Than He Can Handle

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Keeping it real


Real is defined by Webster’s as: not artificial, fraudulent, or illusory: genuine.
Put this in front of the word friend and you’re supposed to have something strong and forever.
Well, I’ve found out that isn’t always true. Friendships change, people change and not always for the best.

But here’s what I know, there are things that a real friend wouldn’t do and shouldn’t even have to ask.

Example number one:
If you can go seven months without noticing that you haven’t talked to someone, y’all are not real friends.
Even with Facebook, Twitter and MySpace, real friends talk on the phone. Maybe not everyday because this isn’t high school and we’re older now. Some of us have kids, husbands, boyfriends, ex-husbands and court orders — still a seven-month lag in have a real conversation signals that you’re an unobservant bitch friend or not real at all.

Example number two:
There are questions that a real friend doesn’t even need to ask.
Is “Kevin” your off limits ex? Let’s see, I cried, whined, and went ape shit about this man (no matter how many years ago) and you were right there with advice, telling me I can do better and wiping those tear away with a cup of coffee in your right hand. So, 10 years later you think it’s all right to ask me if it would be all right to pursue something with him — and you do it in a text message? A real friend wouldn’t have needed to ask that question and a real friend would’ve picked up the phone. (Just see example number one)

It doesn’t matter that you’ve known someone since kindergarten, you grow apart and you realize that person isn’t your real friend. Sometimes losing a friend can be painful, but think of it in this way:
You’re moving on to something better and everyone isn’t meant to go on that journey.
Trying to keep certain people in your life will halt your growth. Just ask Michael Vick, MC Hammer and a number of other people who tried to put everyone on their back as they moved forward. Some people should be forgotten and if you fall into that category, I really don’t care if you understand or not. 

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Jackson Hewitt sucks

Here's what I sent to these sorry sap suckers (that's the SC in me)
To Jackson Hewitt:
You people have no ethics. To charge a customer $35 because your tax services are too expensive is ridiculous. I've used Jackson Hewitt in the past, but $414 for a tax return is too much and a cancellation fee, which says it MAY be charged to be accessed has cost you people a customer as well as the devil may care attitude of your employees. I will tell everyone I know on social media, in the media and that I pass in the street not to use you unethical people. My information BETTER be deleted from your system or I will sue you. I want my $35 back or I will make NOISE that will cost you more than $35. 

Don't use Jackson Hewitt, they have low morals and no customer service.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Michael Steele plays the race card and flops

The head of the GOP Michael Steele is having a hard time.
Not because he signed off on a meeting at a bondage club or because the members of the GOP would rather be led by Rush 'I'm leaving but still here and healthcare reform was passed' Limbaugh, but because he and President Barack Obama are black.
Excuse me, but when did you become a black man?
I'm not one of those people who believes that you can't talk about Obama because he's back. He's a politician, we're going to have issues with him.
But Michael Steele is a token. He knew that when his black ass was offered the job as the head of the RNC.
So to hear him utter this bullshit:
Stephanopoulos, offering up a question from a viewer named "Myron" via his blog, asked, "Do you feel that, as an African-American, you have a slimmer margin for error than another chairman would?"
"The honest answer is yes," said Steele responded. "Barack Obama has a slimmer margin. A lot of folks do. It's a different role for me to play and others to play and that's just the reality of it. But you take that as part of the nature of it."
Makes me want to vomit. Steele, you're a hypocrite. The worse kind of racist because you're black when it works for you. Are we supposed to give a damn about your feelings now? You stand behind the party of No.
Robert Gibbs has it right when he spoke out and said this:
Meanwhile, the White House has already weighed in with a jaundiced view of Steele's racial observations. When a reporter sought comment at Monday morning's press briefing, White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs called Steele's racial aside a "silly comment to make" and quipped, "I think Michael Steele's problem isn't the race card; it's the credit card." 
You can't be black when you want sympathy. Your people aren't following you, so now the rest of us black folks are supposed to support you. You're making the ancestors roll over in their graves with this bullshit. Please sit down and shut the hell up. 

Monday, March 22, 2010

What's wrong with the world today?

Latia Winchester didn't have to die.
The 25-year-old daycare worker from Charlotte was killed instantly Saturday night after the N.C. Highway Patrol decided to chase someone who didn't want to go through a checkpoint in North Charlotte.
Here's what happened according to the Charlotte Observer:
But shortly after 10:15 p.m. Saturday, passing through the intersection at North Davidson Street and Parkwood Avenue, Winchester's maroon Chevrolet Impala was broadsided by a car being chased by an N.C. Highway Patrol cruiser, authorities said.
Winchester, 25, died immediately. Witnesses said she wasn't wearing a seat belt and apparently was thrown from her car, which slammed into the side of a house at 1617 North Davidson.
The chase began after a silver Cadillac driven by Eddie Bernard Ellison, 41, had stopped, U-turned and sped away from a routine highway patrol checkpoint at 30th Street and The Plaza, patrol spokesman Sgt. J.E. Brewer said Sunday.
The Highway Patrol said the chase lasted 30 seconds.
30 seconds.
A life gone.
Because of a suspended license?
It's easy to blame Ellison. The man shouldn't have been driving, however, what was the purpose of the chase.
30 seconds. Miss Tia is gone.
30 seconds. Miss Tia will never have the children she wanted.
30 seconds. Miss Tia's family will never be the same.
And why?
Charlotte Mecklenburg Police, The NC Highway Patrol and other law enforcement agencies play fast and loose with the rules of the road and innocent people keep dying. But no one in a blue uniform is ever charged.
North Carolina needs a uniformed chase policy that all 100 counties follow. If a person didn't just commit murder, has a weapon or is causing some sort of danger; why chase?
How many more Miss Tia's do we have to lose before someone wakes up?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Bob Johnson, you ass!

Waking up Sunday morning, I logged on to my computer to check out the morning's headlines with a cup of strong coffee.
I nearly choked on my java when I read the headline on the Charlotte Observer's web site.
Ex-Bobcats owner blasts Charlotte.
Days after selling the Charlotte Bobcats, Bob Johnson called Charlotte's business community "arrogant" and "incestuous" and said the city doesn't do enough for existing and potential minority-owned business.
While there is truth to Johnson's statement, he has the market cornered on arrogance. First of all, Charlotte is a small city and people like to support local businesses. They also want the owners of said businesses to have a connection with the city.
When Bob owned the Bobcats, he was rarely seen in town. He spent his time in DC. Maybe he should've purchased the Wizards. The teams that Johnson put on the floor during his ownership were horrible. Charlotte isn't a city that supports losers. Sorry, Bob.
You ran the team cheaply and expected people to spend their hard earned money to see a laughing stock? No freaking way.

Keep in mind, by the time the Bobcats came to Charlotte, people were mad. We'd lost the Hornets because the city's residents hadn't wanted to pay for an Uptown (downtown for anyone not familiar with Charlotte) arena. City Council shoved it down our throats and taxpayers are still pissed.
Is Charlotte minority business friendly?
Not really, but neither is Johnson. Are we supposed to forget how he dissed then Senator Barack Obama as he ran for president? Now, you want to play the black card? Excuse my French, but Nigga please.

Johnson has criticized Charlotte's business community before. Two years ago, in an interview with the Observer, he said Charlotte's business community wasn't doing enough to support the expansion team.
"I am absolutely concerned," Johnson told the Observer in April 2008. "I am doing everything I can to make this team work, including writing a lot of checks."
This is starting to sound like sour grapes. Here's the thing, Bobby, you can't run every business like BET and expect it to succeed. And you can't expect a city to support you when you didn't do a damned thing to support it.
I clearly remember Johnson being the graduation speaker at Johnson C. Smith University a few years back. He spoke and dipped without donating a dime to the school. That same weekend, his ex wife, Sheila, spoke at Bennett College. She gave that school a $1 million donation. Talk about minority support.
Here's hope that the Bobcats will fare better under the Michael Jordan regime, but if you like basketball you will go to the games, if not then you will stay home.
Either way, Bob Johnson is just mad that Charlotte, North Carolina didn't kiss his ass. Goodbye and don't let the doorknob hit you on your way out.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sorry, Mike Baisden sexism is not funny

By now you've heard about Natalie Randolph
Kudos, sister! I'm proud of her and her team hasn't even played one down of football yet.
But today as I was driving and listening to the Michael Baisden show, I was disgusted as he and co-host George Wilborn implied that Ms. Randolph wasn't up for the job. Was this supposed to be a joke? If so, it isn't funny.
George and Michael are in the middle of this one million mentors drive, which I would've lauded if not for today's exchange.
I don't want either of these sexist men mentoring my son or daughter.
Is your message to little girls that you have to have a woman's job? (Which they talked about and even questioned if a woman can be a program director for radio.)
If I have a daughter who wants to coach football, will you and your mentors discourage her?

Every week, Baisden does a battle of the sexes. I guess it's supposed to be a fun part of his show. But why in the hell does he keep pitting men and women against each other.
Then he has the gall to expect Ms. Randolph to call in to his show? WTF! If she listens to his nonsense, she'd be smart not to call in. Who wants to listen to some bitter man try and berate her about a job that she hasn't even started yet?
For whatever reason, women love Michael Baisden's show. I don't and I'm starting my own movement -- away from the station that carries him.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Calling Bullsh** on BET

Long ago, I gave up on BET and this was before Nelly's credit card swipe.

I had such hate for this network that as a teenager I watched everyday, that when Bob Johnson bought the Charlotte Bobcats, I was so disappointed. And I live in Charlotte and enjoyed the Hornets.
As I grew up, I saw that BET was not for me. Black women on this network were portrayed as objects. Big booty girls, breasts and thighs.

I was more than that. My friends were more than that. And I had a young niece that needed to grow up knowing she was more than that. So, I said f**k BET. That's not my black. That's not entertaining either. Teen Summit had disappeared, BET News was gone and then they fired Tavis Smiley.

Bob Johnson sold BET for $3 billion and Viacom didn't come in and overhaul things. The network simply got worse. Even with a woman at the top. Deborah Lee didn't do anything to change BET. Now she's hosting black women leadership talks? Bullshit.
The network has long come under fire for its music videos that critics say perpetuate racial stereotypes of African Americans and demean women. In 2008, a group called "Enough Is Enough" protested outside of Lee's home for more than five months.
"I just still feel like, as much as we've tried, it's still a heavily male dominated music genre," Lee said, describing her feeling after the 2009 awards show.
She said her thoughts turned from the show to the scene in Washington, where Lee has mingled with first lady Michelle Obama, presidential senior adviser Valerie Jarrett, domestic policy chief Melody Barnes and other African American women at the center of power. Then, Lee said, she took out her Rolodex of successful black women and phoned Essence's Beauty and Cover Director Mikki Taylor, political commentator Donna Brazile, journalist and author Gwen Ifill, actresses Tatyana Ali and Tasha Smith, and others.
This is like the Klu Klux Klan hosting a forum on race relations. For damned near 20 years, BET has fed society the worse images of black women. Now, you want to talk about what's wrong? Too little, too late.
The network's most vociferous detractors, such as lawyer and blogger Gina McCauley, found the entire thing ironic, and called it a PR stunt. "What are they leading? Black girls to a life of objectification?" asked McCauley, who was not at the event.

Nothing more needs to be said. BET, give it up. No one is falling for this. Obviously, your ad revenue is the only thing that's falling.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Winning isn't everything . . .

Rico Carlson wasn’t used to hearing no. But that was what the shapely red head standing in his office just said to him.
No, she’d said with an attitude and with finality. But he was holding all of the cards and he knew that.
“Miss Norris,” Rico said, leaning back in his leather desk seat and kicking his Italian loafer clad feet up on the desk. “I own the property where you and your father have that non working farm and I will do with it what I damn well please. You can take my offer of five hundred thousand dollars or you can leave with nothing.”
She leaned across his desk giving him a birds eye view of her creamy cleavage. “I’m not taking a thing and we’re not going anywhere. That non working farm, as you call, it is a historic landmark.”
“And history is always being rewritten.”
Pounding her hand on the desk, she glared at him and Rico didn’t intimidated easily, but those hazel eyes trained on him as if they were heat seeking missiles aimed at his heart. If looks could kill, he thought.
“Do you even care what that land means for the people of this city?” she demanded. “Do you know that’s the first track of land African American’s owned in Elmore? What about our community garden?”
“A garden that doesn’t make a dime and that’s standing in the way of progress. I’m bringing an industry to this town that will put at least five-hundred people to work,” he said slowly easing our of his chair. “So, Miss Norris, I think we’re done here.”
“Oh, this isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” she snapped then turned on her heels and stormed out of his office.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

His Sexy Bad Habit: Coming in Jan. 2011

SHE MAKES A MOVE FOR HIS HEART…

He’s hot and he’s single, but Antonio Billups has been out of the dating game for three years. Since his wife died, his focus has been on his business—and their son A.J. Enter new-in-town sultry, sexy Serena Jacobs, a woman who just might inspire Antonio to change his mind about being alone…

THAT HIS BODY CAN’T RESIST…

Serena’s new restaurant is about to take off, and so is her heart—to Antonio. But events from her past are about to hit the fan—with a little help from Antonio’s scheming sister-in-law. Soon, Hollywood catfights and long-ago love affairs threaten the steamy relationship between Antonio and Serena, and when their secret histories collide, they must choose between a future with—or without—love…