Book of the Month

Last Chance for Dancing During the Storm, a collection of short stories that represent people dealing with the storms of life. There are times when we have to decide are we going to lay down or fight. All of these stories tell of people who are either coming out of, in the middle of or going into a storm. In this second volume, the stories deal with justice, women’s issues and deception.

Available on Amazon

and Books2Read.com

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Book of the Month: Dancing During the Storm

Dancing During The Storm is a collection of short stories that represent people dealing with the storms of life. There are times when we have to decide are we going to lay down or fight. All of these stories tell of people who are either coming out of, in the middle of or going into a storm. In this second volume, the stories deal with justice, women’s issues and deception.

Dancing During the Storm is available at : Amazon

And Books2Read.com

Seeking Submissions

Remember when you were grown and gone. You thought you knew everything you needed to survive on your own but quickly found out there were lots of things you didn’t know.

Fill In The Gaps in a new magazine geared for women of color.  FITG  helps women understand things their mother may have not told them or that they didn’t listen to at the time.

It will be light and fun, except when it is not because some issues are not fun. It will cover women’s health issues, legal, weight loss, spiritual needs, exercise, fashion, justice, employment, parenting, relationships, men, activism, side hustles, etc.

If this sounds fun, send me your pitch for an article.  If I like your idea, your story will be part of the magazine and you may have a featured spot.  Send your pitches to uppcreative@yahoo.com. Please allow a couple of weeks for a response.

FITG

When I Hear People Complain

 

 

about social media, I have to wonder who the heck they are following or allowing to follow them. God warns us pretty clearly when He says “Guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23

I mean you can get rid of people with the click of a button. I know I have done it. Your media should be the perfect because you follow the folks who encourage you, delete those folks who get on your nerves and live your best life.

I love Twitter. It is a place where I can see what people really think.  I mean you might sing a great song, or preach a great sermon, but I want to know what you are about when the fat meets the fire.

I mean if you are prolife but have not problem with the government taking children  from their parents and releasing them to human traffickers, I need to know that about you.

If you post a whole bunch of I love Jesus stuff, but the only  love you show is  your friend group, I need to know that.

The thing I love the most about Twitter is the ability to comment back.  Nothing is more empowering to me than to be able to say, “Oh you got that all wrong!” or “Keep up the faith sister, we all in this together.”

This week I have been encouraged by the women who support other women.  They encouraged them not to grow weary in the fight for justice.   They said accept every little victory as a victory.

I love knowing that there are women out there fighting the fight with everything they got. It gives me a pin hole of light in a very dark world.  Because of Jesus, I build my world on hope that good will triumph over evil.

 

Some Call It A Hard Rain

while others might refer to it as a storm. A metaphor for struggles in life, we  all encounter them in our lives and have to decide how to deal with them. In this collection of short stories, Dancing During the Storm, each main character had to decide what they would do when their life turned upside down.

This book is available:

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Amazon

 

How to Raise God Wise Kids in a Satan rich World

 

Just Because I Love Jesus

don’t mean I love you.  Just because I have friended you on social media, doesn’t give you the right to say whatever you want to me. You don’t know me.  You may follow my news feed or see the bible verses I love and think you get me, but trust me you don’t.

 

If you have read any of my books you will know that there is a edge to me, and it is sharp as glass. Glass is dangerous if you mishandle it. It can be very useful and helpful in many ways, but if misused, it can hurt you.

I was born in the basement of a segregated hospital in one of the richest countries in the world.  This means I was brought into a society as a second class citizen by people who knew better.  God had blessed them with much and they refused to share. This means ABSOLUTELY no Caucasian person can tell me about racism.  You don’t get to decide what racism is. You don’t get to decide how I feel about it. Your parents forfeited the right for you to chat about this to me.

The Lord has spent the last year taking me back to the roots of where I came from.  He has allowed me to see what is important and what is trivial.  He taught me some people I don’t even need to associate with. He will deal with them Himself.  If I cut you loose, trust me, the Lord thought it was a good idea.  And I believe Him.

The Lord keeps me on a short leash. But it is still a leash. This means you can be cussed out or knocked out which ever I deem appropriate for the circumstance. So you might want to pray and ask God to give you some words to say to me or we might both be in lock up if you decide you want to approach me with your opinion.

If you don’t like what I post, unfollow me.  If you don’t understand the post, inbox or call me.  I keep it all public. I keep it all real.

God has promised to free the oppressed and I will keep shouting to the Lord for freedom. Someone said the media caused the problem, but the media ain’t shooting black men and killing black women in prison, authority is.

Like Isaiah, I am going to keep on talking till the Lord handles it.  But since Isaiah wasn’t raised in the Fort Worth hood, you will have to deal with the likelihood of being cussed out if you approach me wrong. But y’all keep praying.

peace and hair grease

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