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  Yesterday one of my BFFs hosted a special prayer breakfast for her deceased mother’s “adopted” daughters. Her mother went to be with the Lord thirty days ago. She was ninety-three years young. I had the privilege of being among those who had been invited and it was a touching event. I’ve known my girlfriend for over a quarter of a century, and we’ve shared myriad ups and downs, but mostly good times. As the years rolled by, I knew there was a strong possibility that the day would come when we would have to say goodbye to her mother—our mother. The home going celebration last month was beautiful, and I applaud my girl for giving us an opportunity to come together to reflect on how her mother has touched all of our lives. As the twelve of us sat around the exquisitely decorated table, we reminisced about time spent with her mother and all the fun things we had done over the years. I couldn’t help laugh when I recollected the time I had invited my BFF and her mother to a one woman show about Billy Holiday. Mom had just turned ninety and was proud as a p...
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“Did you hear what happened to Will Smith?” my sister asked me during one of our numerous daily phone conversations yesterday. “Will Smith? Will Smith the actor?” I asked, bracing myself for some horrific news. But then I thought about it, Will is relatively squeaky clean. I can’t ever remember any tabloid stories about him drinking and drugging or beating up on Jada. What in the world could have happened? For a fleeting moment I wondered if he had been killed in some kind of freak accident. After all, Donna Summer had just passed away and they say celebrities die in threes. I held my breath and asked “What happened?” she then went on to tell me the story I’m sure you’ve already heard by now; how Will gave a reporter in Moscow a beatdown for trying to lock lips with him. Okay, I got a look at the footage on YouTube, and it wasn’t a beatdown, it was more like a pat on the face—and who could blame Will. The guy was going in for the kill! It really does appear as if the man wanted to put one on Will’s lips. But Will wasn’t having it! The price of fame. Fo...
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Posted by on in Married in the Nick of Nine
On May 24, 1998, I hit the lottery. No, not SuperLotto Plus or MEGA Millions, but the lottery of love. On that day, I met the man I believe I’ll spend the rest of my life with. I met my husband! I used to tell my older sister that I’d hit the lottery before I’d ever meet the right guy. Yes, finding Mr. Right had become an arduous task. It was tenuous at best. I had a special knack for picking men who were emotionally and physically unable to commit. Fed up, like the character Cassandra in my new novel “Married in the Nick of Nine,” I resorted to a dating service. It was before online dating had become popular. This was an actual bricks and mortar dating club where you go in, fill out a questionnaire, and create a video. Members would come into the club and check out videos like checking out books in a library. The place would be packed. When you found someone you liked, you would make contact, and if the feeling was mutual, they would accept your request. I met a few guys and even dated one for over a year. I actually thought he was the one, until my girlfr...
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Yesterday I introduced the world to my third child “Married in the Nick of Nine.” It’s been a long road from conception to birth. On Saturday, June 9 from 12:00 p.m.– 4:00 p.m. at Adassa’s Island Café, there will be a “Coming Out” Party for my baby, and I look forward to seeing and meeting all of you. Check out “News and Events” for the details. If you would have asked me a year ago if I’d be launching a book in 2012, I would have given you a raised brow. I love writing, but after my second self-published book, I had vowed to never write another one without agent representation or a possible book deal. You know what they say about saying ‘never.’ Once I had finished writing “Married in the Nick of Nine” and I got a look at the finished product; I was like a new mother—proud and overcome with love and joy, beaming about what God and I had created. Yes, God. I believe that all our talents come from above, and I believe we all have talents. Some of us have the good fortune to discover our gifts early in life and then others, like me, flounder a bit and then by...
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The elderly woman peered at the little girl and said, “You’re such a pretty child.” The girl averted her big brown eyes and forced a grin. “How old are you? Five? the woman asked. The girl stuck her puny chest out and yelled, “I’m five and a half!” Do you remember those days? I do. I couldn’t wait to grow up. If I could take back all the halfs starting from the age of five up until now, I’d be twenty-eight years young today! My elders tried to warn me when they’d see me at family functions wearing more makeup than Tammy Faye Bakker. “Girl, why are you trying to look older? You better hold onto your youth!” Their cautionary words would go in one ear and out the other. Shoot, they’re just old foggies. I know I look good, I would think to myself. Fast forward two decades and now makeup is no longer an option, it’s a must. I have more wrinkles than a Sahara sun-dried raisin. I’m so old; I washed dishes at The Last Supper. Okay, I’m exaggerating a tad bit. You would think that by now I would have learned to appreciate the now and not want to rush life. But I h...
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