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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Revelations is almost 10 years old!

June, 2003, I had the pleasure of seeing my first romance novel. I enjoyed writing this book, loved telling Malik's and Shari's story. Here are some of my favorite parts of the book:




First look: Forces of Nature, coming May, 2013

#Forces of Nature excerpt:
Crystal Hughes was mad as hell and the person behind this madness would feel her wrath, she decided as she ripped the notice she’d received in the mail to shreds. “Welco!” she muttered. Crossing the vast living room, Crystal grabbed her purse and keys from the coffee table. Dashing out of her plantation styled house, Crystal nearly bowled over two teenagers planting rose bushes near her steps.
            “Miss Crystal is everything OK?” asked Renda Johnson as Crystal placed her hands on her shoulder.
            “Yes, I’m just in a hurry. What are you and MJ doing?” Crystal smiled at Monique and Renda, two sisters who lived in the Starlight Group Home that sat less than two miles from Crystal’s house. No one else in Reeseville, North Carolina wanted a home for wayward girls anywhere near them. But Crystal, who owned more than 100 acres of land in West Duval County, subscribed to the notion that one good turn deserved another. “To whom much is given, much is required,” Grandmother Hughes would always say. Crystal told the board of county commissioners that Starlight could have as much space as they needed. She treated the girls in Starlight just like the sisters she never had and in return, they treated her to surprises like planting rose bushes in her yard, raking her lawn and working in her community garden without any complaints.
            Placing her hands on her hips and smacking a wad of gum, Monique stood up and looked Crystal in the eyes. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise. But we found those orange rose bushes you were talking about. Why are you up so early?”
            Nervously, Crystal twisted the green jade ring on her index finger. There was no way she could tell these girls about Welco’s plans, plans that would level everything on her property. In their short lives, they’d seen so much disappointment and despair and Crystal wasn’t going to let evil Welco Industries add to it. She’d grown tired of watching this company buy up Reeseville as if they were playing Monopoly.
            “Just some business in town, sweeties,” replied Crystal. “Thank you so much for my surprise, though.”
            Mrs. Brooke Fey, the director and on-sight operator of the house, walked over to Crystal and the girls. “Ms. Hughes, I hope MJ and Renda aren’t bothering you this morning,” she said, surveying the scene in front of her.
            “Oh, no. These girls have given me something that I’ve wanted for a long time. Now, I really have to go.” Crystal ran to her car, nearly tripping over her Birkenstock clogs and ankle-length rainbow skirt. She started the car and peeled out of the driveway, leaving two black marks on the pavement. This isn’t going to happen. Welco isn’t going to buy me!

            It wasn’t nine a.m. yet and Douglas Wellington III, president and CEO of Welco Industries, was popping aspirin. His head throbbed like heartbeat, because the board was on his back, his assistant couldn’t find the documents he needed for his ten-thirty presentation -- and did she just say a woman was threatening to chain herself to the front door if he didn’t meet with her immediately?
            “Amy! Amy! I don’t have time to meet with some kook. Call security or something. But what you need to do more than anything else is find my proposal!” he barked into the phone. From his desk, Douglas scrutinized Amy’s small frame as she slumped over her desk. He knew he was too hard on her, but today wasn’t a day for anyone to expect kindness from him. Twirling a silver ink pen between his fingers, Douglas picked up the phone and dialed Waylon Terrell’s number. Waylon was his father’s best friend and Douglas’s godfather. In business, the only person Douglas trusted other than himself was Waylon. Waylon had mentored him and guided him though some of his toughest business decisions.
            “Hello, godson,” the older man said when he answered.
            “Waylon, the board is driving me crazy,” Douglas admitted. “I know they want me gone and I’m beginning to think Amy is working against me, too.”
            “Calm down, son. These guys want you out of Welco, but your father groomed you your whole life for this. Don’t let these old bastards push you around. Take a deep breath and show them who Doug Trey is.”
            Hearing his nickname brought a smile to Douglas’s face. “All right, Doc,” he replied. “Did you take a look at my business park plans?”
            “Uh, I haven’t really looked over them. I’m retired, remember. I’ll get back to you in a few days, but isn’t this decision already made?”
            Sighing, Douglas wished he’d gone to Waylon before presenting this business park idea to the board. What if he was going about building this place the wrong way?
            I can’t second guess myself, that’s what they expect.
            “You’re still here?” Waylon asked, breaking into Douglas’s thoughts.
            “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go. We’ll have to have dinner sometime this week,” said Douglas. He hung up when he noticed Amy standing at his door. “What?”
            “Sir,” she said nervously. “That woman won’t leave. She’s handcuffed herself to my desk, sir. With her free hand, she keeps knocking papers off my desk.”
            Muttering a string of curses and profanities that would make a sailor blush, Douglas snatched his phone off the hook and dialed security. “There is a woman that needs to be removed from the building. You’ll notice that she’s wearing handcuffs,” Douglas growled at the guard. Slamming the phone down, he walked over to the window and peered at the woman cuffed to Amy’s desk as she dug in a huge brown sack. Thinking she may have a gun, Douglas pulled Amy into his office and slammed the door. They ducked behind his desk, waiting for the woman to make her next move.

            The artificial beauty of the Welco lobby grated on Crystal’s nerves; from the potted silk plants to the shiny marble floors and the huge windows allowing bright sunlight to saturate the building. But there’s no life force here, she thought as she looked around. Crystal spotted a menacing security officer walking toward her, his massive hand at his side, gripping his flashlight. Dropping her bag to the floor, Crystal sat down on the floor crossing her legs Indian style. This wasn’t her first time standing up—rather sitting down--to corporate security. She and some of the girls from the Starlight House protested the local mall because security officers had harassed a number of young people for no reason. The Reeseville Mall ended up donating $100,000 to the Starlight House to stop the weekly protests and the security guards were trained how to deal with diverse youth. Crystal’s reputation as a community activist was born the day the settlement was announced.
            The Welco security officer, who reminded her of an ogre from Greek mythology, snarled at her before saying, “Ma’am, unlock these handcuffs and leave.”
            Rolling her eyes, Crystal stood up to the towering guard. “If you want me to leave, get Wellington out here, otherwise, I’m camping out. What’s right is right. I don’t want to make a scene, but I will and the whole town will see it.”
Crystal threw her hand up illustrating how close they are to the big bay window. Slowly, she returned to her seat on the floor.
            The security officer ripped his radio from his hip holster as Crystal pulled a bottle of water from her bag. “All right,” the officer said. “Promise me that you don’t have a gun in that sack and I’ll see about getting Wellington out here.”
            Crystal looked at him quizzically. “Why the change of heart?”
            Placing his hand on her shoulder, he smiled. “He ain’t my favorite person, either. Hold tight.” The officer waddled down the hall and disappeared behind two glass doors.
            Crystal drank her water slowly, waiting for something to happen. When is old Wellington going to appear? She’d already built an image of this monster in her mind—pencil thin, receding gray hair, a potbelly and crooked teeth. Only a monster like that would want to displace people for the almighty dollar. Only a monster like that would view people as a commodity to be bought and sold. Not Crystal, she wasn’t for sale.
            Moments later, a tall man, moving with the grace of a panther and the body of a Greek god, crossed the lobby and planted himself in front of her. Crystal stared up at him, momentarily speechless as he stared at her with slate grey eyes. His full lips seemingly beckoned her to kiss them and those hands-big and wide with long fingers. She wanted them on her body, caressing her breasts, thighs and everything in between. Rapidly, she blinked and swallowed hard.
            His face told a story of annoyance, with the scowl darkening his handsome features and his wide nostrils flaring with anger. “Are you going to just stare at me or do you have something to say?” His voice reminded her of a sensual sax, hypnotic and melodic. Her body was electrified at the thought of him whispering sweet words of passion in her ear.
            “I’m not talking to anyone but Douglas Wellington.” Crystal’s voice wavered, but not from fear, carnal desire described what she’s feeling as she stared into his eyes.
            “I am Douglas Wellington, the third,” he announced proudly.
            Now on her feet, Crystal was dumbfounded. There was no way a man this beautiful could be as cold and callous as the man she’d dreamed up in her head. Where were his fangs, protruding belly and horns? The scent of burning sulfur and brimstone?
  “What? You’re Douglas Wellington?”
            He folded his arms across his chest and shot her a look of irritation. “This is fascinating and all, listening to you repeat my name. But what the hell do you want, lady?”
            Narrowing her dark eyes into slits, Crystal exclaimed, “My land is not for sale, you pompous ass. If you think for one second that I will allow you to come on to my property and just take over because you want to, you can forget it.”
            Douglas laughed and turned to walk away. “I’m calling the police.”
            “And I’m calling the press, jerk! Do you realize what you’re planning to destroy all in the name of corporate greed? People need this land and I will fight you tooth and nail to make sure it stays in my possession.”
            Douglas waved her off as if she was a gnat buzzing around his ear. “If you don’t unshackle yourself by the time I get in my office and get out of this building, I will press charges when the police arrive.”

The RNC has me confused and it's only the first day.

I watched some of the Republican National Convention on TV last night. I'm confused by the statement, take our country back.

Take our country back from what? That seems to be theme of the RNC. I wish they'd just be honest, they want to take the country back from the black man in the White House -- who obviously can control the weather to hear Rush Limbaugh tell it.

Rush Limbaugh had a typically unique take on the threat of Tropical Storm Isaac during his Monday show, appearing to suggest that the Obama administration had tampered with the forecasts of the storm to hurt the Republicans.
The tropical storm is threatening to turn into a hurricane just as it hits New Orleans, bringing up grim memories of Hurricane Katrina and making the GOP worry about how its convention in Tampa will be affected. Monday's proceedings already had to be canceled.
To hear Limbaugh tell it, though, that was the point. "With none of this am I alleging conspiracy," he said on Monday. It sure sounded like he was alleging one, though.
He went on to note that the Hurricane Center that monitors such things is "the regime," as he put it. "It's the government. It's Obama."
Limbaugh said that he grew suspicious because he noticed that the forecast for Isaac had shifted dramatically away from Florida soon after the Republicans canceled the first day of the convention.
"What could be better for the Democrats than the Republicans to cancel a day of this?" he said. "...I'm alleging no conspiracy. I'm just telling you, folks, when you put this all together in this timeline, I'm telling you, it's unbelievable!"
But that's not nuts, not at all.

Ann Romney, wife of GOP nominee Mitt, gave a speech about love. The love of a mother of five, the love of a woman who met a man in high school and fell for him. She basically said that Mitt got her home safely after a high school dance and that qualifies him to be the president.
And she talked about women having a harder time than men. I'm not buying that she understands hard times. Neither is Fox News's Juan Williams. Yes, you read that right, Fox News.



But Ann loves women!!

The GOP tries to convince us that they love America, right. And to love America that means you have to love everybody, right? Not so much

An attendee at the Republican National Convention in Tampa on Tuesday allegedly threw nuts at a black camerawoman working for CNN and said “This is how we feed animals” before being removed from the convention, a network official confirmed to TPM.
The CNN official declined to confirm specific details of the incident to TPM but generally confirmed an account posted on Twitter by former MSNBC and Current anchor David Shuster: “GOP attendee ejected for throwing nuts at African American CNN camera woman + saying ‘This is how we feed animals.’”
It is not clear whether the alleged culprit was a delegate or attending the convention in some other capacity.
Ann and New Jersey governor Chris Christie flaunted the fact that their parents and grandparents weren't born in America. Isn't this the same party that has bitched and moaned about President Barack Obama's birth for the last three and a half years? I call shenanigans!  But I don't want to see Romney's birth certificate, I want to see his tax returns and the balance of the account he has in those off-shore accounts.
(OAN: I worry about Christie's health. He is morbidly obese and if he doesn't lose some weight, he's going to need Obamacare.)

Singer Eric Benet said it best about the RNC on Twitter.

Eric Benet

The RepublicanNationalConvention is in a 3way tie with a NASCAR race and a Klan rally for fewest black people events.



Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Video blog: First time voter


Red Hook Summer review

My favorite Spike Lee movie, besides Malcolm X, is Crooklyn. I honestly thought Red Hook Summer was going to be a movie in that vein. Well, I was wrong. Lee takes you to church and then he makes you think long and hard about what you believe and who you trust. Initially, I thought this was a Spike Lee movie that Tyler Perry fans could enjoy as well. Yeah, not so much. This movie is the latest in Lee's chronicles of Brooklyn series, which includes She's Gotta Have It, Crooklyn, He Got Game, Do The Right Thing and Clockers. So, you know there's a Spike Lee twist in this movie. Here's the synopsis: Flik Royale, a sullen young boy from middle-class Atlanta who has come to spend the summer with his deeply religious grandfather, Bishop Enoch Rouse, in the housing projects of Red Hook. Having never met before, things quickly get off on the wrong foot as Bishop Enoch relentlessly attempts to convert Flik into a follower of Jesus Christ. Between his grandfather’s constant preaching and the culture shock of inner-city life, Flik’s summer appears to be a total disaster--until he meets Chazz Morningstar, a pretty girl his age, who shows Flik the brighter side of Brooklyn. Through her love and the love of his grandfather, Flik begins to realize that the world is a lot bigger, and perhaps a lot better, than he’d ever imagined. Here's why you should go see it: There's comedy. Thomas Byrd Jefferson plays the role of a drunk Deacon who can't stand the fact that folks didn't buy Apple stock when he told them to. There's sadness. Flik and Bishop Enoch have never met and just when it looks as if their relationship is about to develop into something good, BAM! Spike Lee makes sure it's never going to happen that way. There's a youthful zest. Flik and Chazz run through Brooklyn making you yearn for never ending summer days and humid summer nights. Here's what I wished had been explained: Why did Bishop Enoch and his daughter fall out? And if she hadn't talked to her father in so many years, why did she send her son to spend the summer with him? Red Hook Summer is Spike Lee's baby, he financed this movie and has been working his ass off to get it seen. You should definitely go check it out. It's not Lee's best, but it's still better than 95 percent of the black movies that have been pumped out in the last three years.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Video rant: This is Charlotte's art's district?

While I was riding around and getting it, well, going for coffee. I headed to Charlotte's Arts District. And something struck me. . .THERE ARE NO GALLERIES. THERE IS NO ART. Are we seriously still calling NoDa (city slang for North Davidson Street) the city's art's district?
The Matheson Street bridge is not enough.

Watch this video:




Want to read more? Here's a sanitized oral history of NoDa (North Charlotte).

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Hot M.A.M.A. Land: Yeah, so, you just made the next book . . .

Hot M.A.M.A. Land: Yeah, so, you just made the next book . . .: There's a reason why you should never make a romance writer mad. All of our books need a bad guy or girl. I've found inspiration in being...

Forces of Nature, the cover

A lot of times authors complain about the covers of their books. I have give a standing ovation to my publisher for this one.

Forces of Nature looks so good!!

Here's why I love this cover, that lady is Crystal Hughes. From the hair to the dress, that's my Crystal. And he is Douglas after being on the farm for a few days. OOH, I love it. This was me after I saw this book cover:

Crystal Hughes is mad as hell
No one is going to tear down the farmland that’s been in her family since the turn of the century—certainly not multimillion dollar Welco Industries. And until Welco's president meets with her, Crystal will wage a fiery one woman protest to prove it! But when he finally appears, Douglas Wellington III is far from the elderly curmudgeon she expected...
Tall, lean, and fabulous, Douglas is in for a surprise of his own. Crystal's cafe au lait beauty takes his breath away. Still, if she had any sense, she'd realize his project will save the impoverished community. With battle lines drawn, Crystal issues Douglas a challenge: spend one week on the land he wants to destroy. He agrees, if only to be alone with her. But when nature takes over amid North Carolina’s lush countryside, these two warriors just may discover what happens to even the best laid plans...

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Oh, she's not black enough for us to care about?

Some people aren't going to like this. I may lose a few friends -- oh well.
The Olympics are finally over and I'm so happy. Do you know what I've learned from the 2012 games? It's hard to be a light skinned black woman.
Lolo Jones, this is for you.

We treated Lolo like crap.

And when I say we, I mean the media, Twitter, Facebook, bloggers and the like. We gave her shit because she's a 30-year-old virgin, because she admitted having a crush on Tim Tebow and because she talks publically about God.

Dude from the New York Times talked about her looks and how she's like the Anna Kournikova of track. Yo, Jere Longman, I dare you to challenge Lolo to a race.

Now, we showed Gabby Douglas much love after people started talking about her hair. That was the right thing to do, though. But Lolo?

We mocked her. Even her teammates got pissy about the attention that Lolo received --even though it was negative attention.

Colorism is an evil animal in the black community. We mostly look at how dark brown women are treated and portrayed, while making lighter skinned women feel guilty for the color of their skin. Unless you're bleaching yourself to become lighter, you can't help what color you are.
And if Lolo Jones had been a dark skinned black woman and Longman said those things about her, the black blogosphere would still be calling for his head. It's like the faux controversy about Eric Benet's Redbone Girl song. Where was the anger when he sang about Chocolate Legs?
When are we going to learn that when others look at us, they don't see light or dark, they see black. It's time to unite, past time.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

The NFL and violence against women

I'm sure you've heard that the Miami Dolphins released Chad Johnson following his arrest on a charge of domestic violence against his new wife Evelyn Lozada.
Let me be clear, I'm not fan of the Basketball Wives bully, but if Johnson hit or headbutted her then he should've been released from the team. But why stop with Johnson?
The NFL is full of men who have hit a woman. Dez Bryant, wide receiver for my favorite team -- The Dallas Cowboys -- should've been released from the team after putting his hands on his mother.  Let me add--allegedly. So, why is Johnson the only player being punished for violence against women?

NFL commissioner Roger Goodell has paid lip service to domestic violence in the league, but what has he done about it? If your answer is nothing, then you're right.

We are going to do some things to combat this problem because some of the numbers on DUIs and domestic violence are going up and that disturbs me,” Goodell told Mike Freeman of CBSSports.com. “When there’s a pattern of mistakes, something has got to change.”
Goodell said he has talked to the NFL Players Association about the matter and is hoping to continue working with the players to reduce the number of off-field incidents that cast the NFL in a negative light.
“We’ve had some really good discussions with the union,” Goodell said. “Now we just have to see if we can carry through with them.”
Issues with players getting arrested typically disappear during training camp, because players are so busy and exhausted during training camp that they don’t have the time or the energy to find trouble off the field. But that doesn’t mean the NFL isn’t facing a serious problem with all of the arrests that happened this offseason — 32 of them, by our count. Goodell is right to be disturbed.
But is the league disturbed enough to do something? Will the league come up with a uniform policy that will punish any player who abuses a woman? Goodell took swift and -- in my opinion -- unfair action against the New Orleans Saints regarding bounties, but he's slow and silent on domestic violence.
But, according to a Pittsburgh Post-Gazette article from March, the NFL says it's hard to gauge domestic violence.

James Harrison is one of a number of NFL players who have been involved in domestic violence incidents in the past several years, though it appears that few have received penalties from the league because charges have been dismissed in many of the cases.
Harrison, a Pro Bowl linebacker with the Steelers, was arrested and charged with simple assault and criminal mischief Saturday after he allegedly assaulted his girlfriend, Beth Tibbott, at her Ohio Township residence. His preliminary hearing has been rescheduled for April 3.
An NFL spokesman said yesterday the league does not provide the number of domestic violence cases against players, partly because many of the cases are "ultimately dismissed."
A most recent example occurred yesterday when a woman who had a restraining order in a domestic-violence case against New England Patriots receiver Randy Moss had the charges dropped.
Last year, former Cleveland Browns running back Reuben Droughns had domestic violence charges against him dropped when prosecutors cited a lack of evidence.
The Steelers saw a similar situation two years ago when receiver Santonio Holmes, their No. 1 draft pick at the time, had charges of domestic violence and assault against him dropped by a municipal court judge in Columbus, Ohio.
Still, there have been cases where players have been punished by the league for incidents involving domestic violence.
The most serious case occurred in 2004 when Tampa Bay Buccaneers running back Michel Pittman was suspended for three games by the NFL after an incident in which he was charged with ramming his Hummer into a car driven by his wife and carrying his 2-year-old child and baby sitter.
Since then, seven players have received one-game suspensions by the league for domestic violence, according to various news reports.
According to a police affidavit, Harrison broke down a bedroom door while his girlfriend was trying to call 911, took her cell phone and broke it in half. Tibbott also said Harrison, who is 5 feet 11, 245 pounds, hit her with an open hand in the face, knocking off her glasses.
Harrison was working out at the Steelers South Side facility yesterday but was unavailable for comment.
Under Pennsylvania law, simple assault is considered a Class 2 misdemeanor punishable by up to two years in prison. Criminal mischief can be considered a felony in the third degree with a maximum prison term of seven years if the damage caused in the incident is in excess of $5,000.
According to a league spokesman, each of the NFL's 32 teams conducts a life-skills session each fall.
Last year, commissioner Roger Goodell instituted a Conduct Management Program for all incoming rookies, requiring them to attend eight one-hour sessions that incorporate video, lectures and discussions designed to teach players how to cope with life in the NFL. The sessions are run by an outside instructor approved by the league and coordinated with each team's player-development director.
Harrison was in his first year as a starter with the Steelers after rising from obscurity as a free agent from Kent State University who was cut three times in his career, twice by the Steelers.
Now, here's what I don't understand, the league can determine that a team put bounties out on players but they can't tell that players are beating women?

Monday, August 6, 2012

Chatting with Shani Dowdell. . .

Shani Dowdell poses with a reader at a signing for her novel Mocha Chocolate.
Shani Dowdell is one of the most driven writers you can ever meet. She's a novelist and a playwright.
And let's not forget she's a publisher. Whew! This is one busy sister. She took time out of her schedule to chat with me about her career.



      How did you get into writing? 

     I cannot say that I was a natural born writer, because I don't remember doing much creative writing or reading as I grew up. However, I have family and friends who remember seeing me carrying around a journal as a young girl, as well as I do remember getting my first diary at the age of 10 and chronicling things that I saw. I did this until one day my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Threadgill, took up my diary and began to read it to the class and I got in trouble about the contents. From the seven grade forward, I stopped writing all together, because I didn't want to get in trouble for the things I wrote. It wasn't until I was 27 and had a renewed love of reading from reading writers like Darrien Lee, Zane, and Eric Jerome Dickey that I decided to begin writing down my thoughts and one year later the novel, Keepin' It Tight, was complete. Now, no matter how controversial or forbidden a topic may be, you may find it in my writing
          
     What has been the most rewarding part of your journey?
       
     I'd have to say that meeting new people and learning about the human experience has been the most rewarding. Secondly, learning that I am in control of my own destiny by using my God-given talents is a rewarding notion in and of itself. 
    
            Talk about your plays and productions that you’ve produced? 
    
      I'm a relatively new playwright. My first play is based on my second novel, Secrets of a Kept Woman. It's about three women who have been best friends since high school. The women show the world their best face, but underneath the surface are the secrets that they struggle to keep.  Shayla has a cheating husband who is never home, Rhonda is all too familiar with Shayla's situation with her own skeletons in the closet, and Gladys picked the wrong man in college and he is abusive.

      I felt like telling Glady's story was important, because growing up I was a witness to domestic violence in my household and today, around the world, at least one woman in every three has been beaten, or otherwise abused in her lifetime. While Secrets of a Kept Woman is unsettling at times, comedic  at others, and very dramatically performed, I want to be able to reach women and men who are dealing with abusive relationships on an intimate level and remind them that they are not alone and there is hope.  


           What’s your latest project? 
      
      My very latest project is a short story titled Lord, WhyDoes It Feel So Good? released July 29, 2012. It's a romantic drama that I enjoyed writing about Destiny Baker,  who is divorced at 43 with a solidified Christian walk. She is focused on her career and raising her children. Then, she falls in love with a man who literally takes her breath away (think Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks No Air). No matter how hard she tries, she cannot escape the tangled web of Jacob Turner. When their perfect little affair is challenged she is forced to reconsider everything that she values.
  
             How can readers reach you on social media and the Internet?  
      
      I'm on Facebook (facebook.com/shanibooks), Twitter (twitter.com/shaniwrites), and my website is www.nayberrypublications.com. Email inquiries: info@nayberrypublications.com

That awkward moment. . .Video Blog


Friday, August 3, 2012

Things that just . . .

This firestorm about golden Gabby Douglas's hair just won't die down. Social media is lit up with comments about it. There are pictures of a beaming Gabby with words telling her haters that she's been to busy winning the gold to care about their crass comments.

I pulled up a Yahoo! News story, which I won't link to because I think it is VERY STUPID, and looked at these negative comments about Gabby's hair. The comments were pulled from Twitter, and there are three of them. The offending tweets are written by women who are 1. Very young--in age and mentally. 2. Post pictures like this:
3. And have an overly inflated ideal of themselves. I mean, one of these girls posted her eyebrows. Who really cares?

But again, it was three tweets. Three tweets that turned in to national news. Why can't Gabby just have her moment in the golden sun without the media looking for some water to throw on her?

Three Tweets. And don't get me started on Kevin Hart.

Houston. . .we have a title!

Remember me telling you that my next novel was coming in May?
Let me refresh your memory:

Crystal Hughes is mad as hell

No one is going to tear down the farmland that’s been in her family since the turn of the century—certainly not multimillion dollar Welco Industries. And until Welco's president meets with her, Crystal will wage a fiery one woman protest to prove it! But when he finally appears, Douglas Wellington III is far from the elderly curmudgeon she expected...

Tall, lean, and fabulous, Douglas is in for a surprise of his own. Crystal's cafe au lait beauty takes his breath away. Still, if she had any sense, she'd realize his project will save the impoverished community. With battle lines drawn, Crystal issues Douglas a challenge: spend one week on the land he wants to destroy. He agrees, if only to be alone with her. But when nature takes over amid North Carolina’s lush countryside, these two warriors just may discover what happens to even the best laid plans...

Well folks, this novel now has a title. Be on the look out for Forces of Nature, coming May, 2013. 


Thursday, August 2, 2012

We can be so petty

Sixteen year old Gabby Douglas won a gold medal in the London Olympics.
She's the first African American to ever, EVER, win gold in the all around gymnastics. And you petty people are talking about her hair?
And when I say YOU PEOPLE, I'm looking at the media. The Huffington Post: I really thought you all were more progressive than this. I guess your progression stops at the African American hairline.
The New York Times points out how people weren't happy for Gabby. It kind of only matters that her mother, her beautiful mother, was over the moon proud of her child.
And at the end of the day -- this is all that matters:
Douglas, a 16-year-old who left her Virginia Beach, Va., home and her family when she was 14 so she could train and learn better gymnastics in Iowa, won the Olympic gold medal Thursday at the North Greenwich Arena. She led from start to finish, scoring 62.232 and leaving a pair of Russians, Victoria Komova and Aliya Mustafina, as disconsolate silver and bronze medalists.
Leave that child alone. After all, she's not pointing out your lack of muscle tone!
At least Beyonce has class (AND CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE I JUST TYPED THAT).
The world is very proud of Gabby Douglas.
While receiving praise from many for winning the gold medal in the All-Around Women's final, this U.S. gymnast is now in the same circle as Michelle Obama, Frank Ocean and Blue Ivy after being highlighted on BeyoncĂ©'s blog.
Learn more about Gabby!
The superstar singer posted, "A huge congratulations to 16 year old Olympic Gold Medalist Gabby Douglas - WOW - what a thrill to watch you take this Gold!  - enjoy this moment, its yours. Thank you for inspiring all of us! Love, B"
How awesome is that?!
Gabby's A-list fanbase also includes Oprah Winfrey, Lady Gaga, Pink, Justin Bieber and the man, himself—President Barack Obama.
"WOW such an AMAZING experience! Thank you all for your support, love and prayers love you all!!! #oncloud9," she tweeted.


There's something about First Lady Michelle Obama

Not much impresses me. But every time I see First Lady Michelle Obama on TV, I stop and my heart swells with pride.
See, Mrs. Obama is everything that I hope my niece will be when she grows up --classically classy, beautiful, smart and successful. Shoot, I want to be Michelle Obama when I grow up.
Just listening to Mrs. Obama speak reminds me that  it's OK to support your man's dreams. But has Mrs. Obama lost herself? Nope. She stands with her man -- The President -- and on her own.
Today, Mrs. Obama fired up a crowd in Greensboro, NC.

According to The Charlotte Observer:

Obama peppered her speech with personal references to illustrate broader political points, including how she and Barack Obama were so in love after they first met – and, she assured the crowd, “We still are.” She talked about the debt they both amassed during college.
“We’re doing this because we believe that everyone should have a fair shot,” she told an estimated 2,400 people at UNC Greensboro. “And that means that all of our kids should have a good school, right?”
“Right!” the crowd yelled back.
“It means that all of our kids should be able to go to college without a mountain of debt. We believe everyone in this country should do their fair share, and that means that teachers and firefighters should not pay higher taxes than millionaires and billionaires. … We believe that if you work hard, you shouldn’t go bankrupt because you get sick …
“These,” she concluded, “are basic American values.”
And this is another reason why Mrs.Obama is amazing. When she speaks, it feels real. It feels as if she's talking to you.
They call fans of comic books and super heroes Fanboys. When it comes to Mrs. Obama, I'm a fan girl. 

Read more here: http://www.charlotteobserver.com/2012/08/01/3422373/first-lady-michelle-obama-wows.html#storylink=cpy