I Ain't Said Nothin' But A Word...

There are a few award shows I’ve come to avoid like the plague.   My age has finally caught up with me and since I can’t reach into the television set to shake some sense into people I don’t like to upset myself unnecessarily.   Regrettably I watched this year’s Video Music Awards and it took no time at all for me to wish that I hadn’t.   What the VMA confirmed for me is that wealth, nor success, brings maturity.   Maturity comes with age, hard work, heartbreak and a few hard knocks that make you sit back and re-evaluate your choices.   Most of the young participants being honored at the VMA still have a whole lot of growing up to do. Calling out your ex-boyfriend for being your ex-boyfriend is what you do in high school.   And even then it looks childish and stupid.   An expensive, pretty dress won’t mask bad behavior so why would you want to remind everyone that you’ve gone through half the boy bands in the country and are regularly dumped like the locker room tramp?   Yo

I absolutely LOVE this great spin on a classic fairytale!  Cinderella told through Beyoncé tunes...

  I do not know Pam Vap but I would love to meet her one day.   I recently discovered this poem that she’d written and I’ve shared it every time I’m able.   It made me smile and laugh and even bought a tear to my eye.   Pam Vap has a way with words and I appreciate her sharing her gift. I welcomed a beautiful new grandbaby yesterday and as my Sonshine and his beautiful wife shared images of their new baby I thought of Pam and her poem.  They are only just starting to fill their house with angels.  If m y precious granddaughter only knew how she is tugging at my heartstrings!     I LEARNED TO SWEAR by Pam Vap I learned to swear twenty minutes before my first child was born. Since then, it’s been a handy habit to have around, and I expect God to turn his head. After all, he owes me one. It’s a trick to make babies look so good. The truth is they leak. And of all horrors, they grow. They only speak whine; they cry and complain and wipe snot on their slee

Renowned author Beverly Jenkins opened her Facebook page today to authors with a new book out, affording them the opportunity to promote their work to her audience.   It was a very loving and generous opportunity for all authors hoping to gain some attention, myself included.   While I was posting a link to my latest romance, Truly Yours , I couldn’t help but reflect back on the moment I first met Ms. Bev.   It was Romance Slam Jam 2012 in Little Rock, Arkansas.   That first night they had a wonderful Mix and Mingle with a delightful game that had everyone running around the room asking people questions about themselves.   If I remember correctly, I was seated at a table with a bookseller from Books-A-Million , and authors Laura Park Castoro and KD King , when Ms. Bev suddenly appeared at my side and asked me what month I was born in.   I could barely get the word February out my mouth when she looked at my paper, answered one of my questions and then said, “My name’s Beverly