Even though two men pursued her, she was on a mission to save one who didn’t want to be saved. In 1912, colored people were doing better than they had ever been. She was excited about the progress, and wanted to be a part of the change. She knew it would start in her own backyard. Find out how she did in Destiny’s Dilemma Destiny’s Dilemma
Even though two men pursued her, she was on a mission to save one who didn’t want to be saved. In 1912, colored people were doing better than they had ever been. She was excited about the progress, and wanted to be a part of the change. She knew it would start in her own backyard.
Find out how she did in Destiny’s Dilemma Destiny’s Dilemma
You can get the Kindle version of Destiny’s Dilemma on Amazon. The paperback will be available by July 31. You can order online or by email.
An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.
This is one of my favorite stories. You can check out the first six chapters of this story for .99 cents on Amazon Kindle. I know you will find it to be fun. You can order it on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VN1JOHA
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An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.
My latest novel is a fun one. It is the story of a woman who has to decide on having a career or staying close to her family. You can get the first 6 chapters of this novel for .99 cents.
An African American woman moved home to take care of her dying mother giving up the opportunity to experience a world beyond segregation. Zoraida Hughes Williams finds that some things have changed about her hometown of Fort Worth, Texas while some have stayed the same, like Hell’s Half Acre, an area where saloons, prostitution and gambling runs wild. Like most of the residents, she wants to keep her head down and stay away from trouble, but it comes in the unlikely form of an Anglo Baptist preacher. He messes up everything and almost gets them killed.
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When I was a kid growing up in Fort Worth, it never snowed. It iced, but never the white fluffy stuff.
For the past two year Father Winter has sent the white fluffy stuff. It throws everything off in our world, but hey, sometimes it is exactly what we need.
Whenever we think we have everything under control, we need something to turn over the apple cart and help us focus on what is important.
Because of where the city is located and how we think, we are not prepared to deal with snow. This causes us to be still.
Like everyone else, I get caught up in life. So I love it when nature just shuts everything down. We can send men into outer space and create bombs that can blow up half the world, but heavy rains, deep snow, mudslides and other nature events remind us of how much we really control.
We are vulnerable to the elements. It reminds us we are created.
It is easy to get caught up in the need for more things. We spend a lot of time thinking about the things we want and dream about, but not enough time grateful for the things we have.
God has given me some awesome friends! I have the best time with my WWC (Wrong Way Crew). We have earned this nickname because we are always going the wrong way (directionally) even with GPS.
The night this name stuck, we were in Washington DC heading for our hotel. We had just gotten off the Metro and were walking down some dark streets with our suitcase. We walked almost two blocks from our hotel before we realized we were going the wrong way.
What I love about these ladies is that they make me laugh. I laugh so hard I almost black out for lack of oxygen. We have learned to enjoy life whether it is travelling across the country or hanging out in our home city.
Today I am thankful for Fort Worth. It ain’t perfect, but its home. It is the place where I was born and raised. I have been fortunate enough to travel to other cities so I do have something to compare it to.
I love the beach, not too fond of the mountains. I am amazed by the tall trees in the Carolinas, and love the vibes in Harlem. I have ridden the “L” in Chicago, but DC’s Metro is my favorite.
I have walked the streets of New Haven and driven the freeways in LA. I have gotten a kick out of Beale Street, but the food in New Orleans will always be my favorite.
I have stood at the High School in Little Rock, the motel in Memphis and the Holocaust Museum in DC. I can’t wait to walk across the bridge in Selma on its 50th anniversary.
In Fort Worth, there is no Atlantic or Pacific Oceans. We are landlocked. The trees are not as impressive as the Carolinas and there are no subways connecting us to other communities. We are notoriously lacking in Civil Rights History, but when I think of home: Mama’s Pizza, Robinson’s Barbecue and Good Luck. The South Side, Stop Six and Meadowbrook. Remember Seminary South or when Stage West was in the TCU Theater? My Paschal and TCU purple blood runs deeper than the Barnett Shale.
Does Fort Worth ever cross your mind?
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