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noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 19 Feb 2014 20:26:00 +0000

After his workday was done, one day a man stopped at the neighborhood grocery store to purchase a few things for his family’s dinner. In the packages were the makings of a delightful dinner that his wife would make for them; a few potatoes, some carrots, a loaf of bread and a side of beef. He entered the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter in front of his wife. She smiled at him knowing that today had been a good day for him. He always brought home something special when he made extra wages. Digging around in the bags she pulled out the package of beef. That was a treat.

After laboring over the stove the wife presented the family with a yummy looking beef stew. As the family gathered at the table for the meal, he led them in grace and dug into the stew with his fork and knife. “Ugh. It’s a little tough.” The youngest child couldn’t manage to chew the tough meat and spit it back onto the plate.

The man pushed back from the table, and went to the hall closet to re-dress for the winter weather. All of the eyes at the table followed him except his little daughter who was right behind him mimicking his every move. Somebody had made her daddy angry and she wanted to see who had that kind of nerve. He didn’t notice her behind him until he climbed into the car. “Where are you going?”

It was too late to see her back into the house. He wanted to get back to the store before it closed for the night. With the bits of cooked beef wrapped in brown paper and lying on the seat next to him, he careened through the snowy streets back to the neighborhood store. Once inside the store his booming voice moved the other patrons away from the counter and the foreign store owner who was at the register. At the counter he slammed the package down and began to yell at him.

“This is horse meat. Why do you think you can come into the neighborhood and sell this crap? Man I ought to beat the crap out of you. Give me my money, NOW!” On-lookers listened as the two men exchanged fierce fighting words. The shopkeeper argued that he wasn’t selling horse meat and dared the man to prove it. Standing behind her dad, the little girl held onto his coat tail hoping he wouldn’t get into a fight. In the end the shopkeeper returned the belligerent dad’s money.

Back in the car with his child settled in her seat he let a tear roll down his face. “Don’t ever buy substandard food or goods from anybody. Don’t let anyone ever treat you like you don’t matter. We are Americans and deserve to be treated as such.”

Fast forward to today and the bad chicken purchased from a reputable grocery store. All of the sights and sounds from that day years ago flashed before me. “Don’t ever buy substandard food or goods from anybody.” Perhaps the manager didn’t know about the bad product because, it was a mistake to place that frozen meat in the case. It needed to be brought to his attention in a non-confrontational manner. With a smile on my face and cheer in my voice I explained that perhaps the store could re-think selling that particular brand of chicken. How many others had been fooled by the frozen wing bits and never said a word. It would have been enough to return the meat and receive a refund, but the lesson in growing up was if you don’t speak up it will remain the same.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 21:32:00 +0000

"Happiness is the truth." Pharrell Williams

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 15 Feb 2014 19:29:00 +0000

Outside of his beautiful R&B ballads, who knew that Tyrese Gibson was so inspirational? Sitting in this public place smiling with cell phone close to ear, listening to every word that is coming from this young man is amazing. There’s not a quiet place in this establishment where I can get my praise on. His words are so powerful and transforming that the sender of the video had to be thanked. Have you ever come across a song, a video, a poem so incredible that you want to cherish it? You want to keep it to yourself because it speaks to you?

Life brings many ups and downs and it’s really not that difficult to stay on the up. One can balance those feelings by listening to the plethora of positive, inspirational tapes and videos. Negative influences are squeezed out making you a happier, healthier person. God knows every time where to meet you. The strangest thing is an encouraging quote I’d heard some time ago but couldn’t remember it verbatim. It was spoken on a television program now in re-runs.

Sometimes you just have to let people and things go. Trying to correct the mistakes or make amends only satisfies the ego of the presumed victim. You are not going to love or appreciate everyone equally and that is your prerogative. The television program where I’d first heard the quote in mention was being played the very next day. I grabbed my pen and paper and got ready to jot down that quote. That word was fire and life. “The best way would be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.” Lord Byron, letter of April 25, 1814

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 03 Feb 2014 19:17:00 +0000

Thoughtful words during a time of recovery; spiritual and physical can bring one to a great realization, that there is hope beyond the problems and turmoil of life. So thinking this morning about the packet of inspirational short stories awaiting publishing has caused this writer to return to that first love. The greatest gift given to man is that of communication. Words are life or death. It doesn’t matter that the words are enveloped in a pretty package. What is important is that the words are read. It’s amazing to watch the transforming power of uplifting words change lives. Every now and then a capable, great orator comes along bringing with him the ability to move the masses toward good.

Social media as playful as it can be is one such tool that steps up the inherent ability of man to communicate good thoughts to one another. On one such page the post of an old friend lauded the benefits of leaving the past to move on to a new future. On another page there was a picture of a friend who used an inspirational song to bring back to life a suicidal classmate. He is now following his passion for gospel music.

This week there are a few things that have to get done; stop eating so many sweets and watching too much television. Finish the editing and packaging of this next book is a promise made to a novelist friend. In a world where so much hurt and hatred keep us from the love of God, a kind word, a gentle gaze helps the hurting soul. As a tribute to Black History Month – “Fabulous, A Life Worth Living” is the assignment that this writer will complete.

This is Too Funny

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 10 Jan 2014 21:44:00 +0000

I'm not sure where this orginated, but it was too funny to pass up. Sent to me via email by a friend.

Church Ladies With Typewriters

Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered..
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The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.
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Pot-luck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow.
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The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.
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This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.
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The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.
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Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM . Please use the back door.
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The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM .. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.
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Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.
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And this one just about sums them all up

The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new campaign slogan last Sunday:

'I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours.'

Happy New Year

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 20:07:00 +0000

A Few of My Favorite Things

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 16:57:00 +0000

Some of my favorite people are authors. These three authors have discovered the key to children's literature is to entertain and provoke thought. These village raising authors have designed for your child's pleasure a plethora of thought and excitement. Moss, Hayes and Flowers; the three authors/artists featured here are making positive statements in the world of children's literature.

Tiffany C. Moss

His Kingdom Girlz "Let's Go To Church" is the first publication in His Kingdom Girlz children's book series. In this book you will meet three young girls from different walks of life. Tasha, Madi & Anaya begin a journey of friendship and adventure. Not to mention meeting a pretty special friend along the way.

Vicki Hayes

Award winning artist and children’s book author Vicki Hayes has captured the essence of children’s literature. A Boy and His Biscuit, Fearless Fred, Like This and numerous teaching booklets fill her collection of children’s literature. Ms. Hayes is curator for Miss Weary’s Manners for the Modern Child; an etiquette curriculum started by her sister the late Fay Weary Ragsdell. She is also the creator of a signature project Off the Pages, interactive field trips that filter arts across the curriculum. Ms. Hayes earned a BA in Humanities, Loyola University and Masters in Education from Saint Xavier University. She is a National Board Certified Teacher.

Vicki Hayes

Tiffany A. Flowers

Golden Butterfly Publishing

is an independent small press started in 2008. Our motto is “Enhancing children’s unique creativity”. The company motto is based on the idea that children’s creativity is something to be praised, explored, and encouraged. Too often, we have children with the potential to be great artists, and those children are never encouraged to take a chance and develop their talent. The goal of this company is to enhance children's unique creativity through publishing children's books, producing educational materials, consulting, readings, and performances with children.

Ms. Flowers latest title; Where is the Rooftop Club? is the third installment in the Rooftop Club series. The first installment is about bullying, the second installment is about retaliation? This installment is about dealing with the harsh decisions that adults can make as a way to deter bullying. This book series is written for children in grades 1-3. This installment will be released in January 2013.

Hello Happiness

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 04 Dec 2013 20:24:00 +0000

As I was out “life styling” today I was able to share a little holiday cheer with a few people I met, and those with whom I do business. At Atlantic Station I looked for a linen store that I was told could be found at that shopping location. A street parking space was open as I careened into this normally busy area. What a blessing I thought when I looked at the meter and it still had a few minutes.

The streets were wet from a morning rain and a few people milled about. Carols hung in the air as did the sweet smell of grilled steak. The aroma of a winter that couldn’t make up its mind about staying teased those who were out shopping. The elements were just right for snow, something we seldom get in this town.

With its theaters, shops and restaurants I felt I had just discovered this nouveau place and wondered why I never bothered to travel to Atlantic Station on a regular basis. This shopping center was so reminiscent of my home town, and made for a happy person like me. The promise I made to myself was that now that I had a navigation system in my car I would travel to seemingly out of the way places like this more frequently. Because I am again on my way to a delicious recovery of my health, I need not fear the unknown. Joyeux Noël!

Use Your Words for Healing

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:07:00 +0000

Today at the doctor's office I ran into an acquaintance. At first glance I didn't recognize her because her hair was different. After grabbing a cup of hot water for my coffee and preparing to sit, I noticed her standing to get my attention. "Oh, hello." I greeted her with a smile and a big hug. She was one of the people at chemotherapy that had engaged me in conversation a few months ago. She was so friendly that day that I had to offer her some of my gourmet coffee. Thus began a budding friendship.

This day she was filled with tales of ailments, and woe and family. I patiently listened wondering if she had ever practiced praying or making affirmations. Or if she had ever finished the box of coffee she got from me. It seemed that she was content to tell me all of the things that caused her to be in such poor health, even asking me to touch the knot on the back of her head. Really, that was special because I'm very particular about what I touch.

Soon she was called back by the phlebotomist and I to the exam room. I didn't get a chance to ask her to start reciting affirmations for good health and to pray throughout the day. But I do know how to pray and besides, I've got her number.

Charmed I'm Sure

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 05 Nov 2013 17:01:00 +0000

Good morning world. A restful sleep and an interesting dream has me thinking about jewels; one on my ear and others nearby. What's the meaning of this one huge, clustered, diamond earring in my left ear. Hmmmm! As I awake I think of the jewel as a trinket that might be placed on a charm bracelet and that reminds me of the bracelet my mom bought me when I graduated from 8th grade. Wow! Such a long time ago. But lately I've been longing to purchase a silver bracelet to hang all of my latest accomplishments. That bracelet from 8th grade was such a treat and I'm reminded of it as though it was given to me yesterday. The astonishment of receiving such a nice gift from my mom still brings joy. On that bracelet hung my life. Roller skating, reading, writing, sewing, knitting and the things I couldn't find a replica for, boys. Yeah I was a little boy crazy.

How was my mom able to afford such a gift having so many children? She was a stay-at-home mom and my dad was an auto mechanic. The bracelet was a lasting gift and one I cherished so much. It spoke volumes of her love for me. Perhaps because she is now in her waning years I want to have something close by that will always remind me of her love.

Who Has Fun During Chemo?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 17 Oct 2013 19:56:00 +0000

One of my chemo health care providers is so entertaining. She tells the other nurses to not spoil me because she's not going to nurture me the same way. I say why not? Anyway I have a birthday coming up don't you want to be nice to me? She's a hoot and playfully calls us by names that depict our characters. Just a few minutes ago she dubbed a gentleman Billie D. He happened to look like a younger Billie D. Williams. I'm the "Coffee Queen". I respond, "thank you for blessing me with that title." She then tells other patients about my coffee. Nurse Sharon says there are many layers to me. Hmmmm do you think she was trying to say I have multiple personalities or I'm just a very interesting person? Some of you will get this.

Usually I take plenty of reading material or work on projects or make calls. Being in Sharon's section is a treat for me. She knows how to engage in conversation and make me laugh. Lord knows my best medicine is laughter right now. I tell her what I've been up to and always give her free samples of coffee whenever I'm in her section. I think she looks forward to seeing me, although she tries to play me off like I'm no big deal.

Sharon is from Trinidad, a place I long to visit. Trinidad is referenced in my book Looking for the Promise. This is one thing I haven't shared with her yet, she has to unpeel that layer because I don't want to seem boastful.

In order to make this challenge work to my advantage I have to have fun during chemo. I usually do even when I'm there alone. It gives me an opportunity to do what I do best; talk and meet new people.

Getting Up from a Fall

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 Oct 2013 22:27:00 +0000

It’s been a few years since I decided to do a women’s study for purposes of ministry. A challenge set me back from reaching this goal, but the subject has come up again and I need to finish what I’ve started. Reviewing my journal entries from that time my eyes locked on a passage I’d written about a stumble I’d had at the public library. On a Monday afternoon, September 19, 2011 with my arms and a bag loaded with books I tripped over a curb. Oh my gosh I’d had a terrible spill. My books flew everywhere and I was lying on the ground moaning for help. People started congregating to help. My concern was that all of the books were recovered and placed in my car. What the heck did I do? Professionals were on the way to aid me. All of this comes up because just recently, Friday, September 27, 2013 I was at the home of a young business associate helping her launch her business. The presentation was done, the guests were impressed to help the young lady by purchasing products and I’m walking out feeling good. She has my bag; I’m holding my purse and a few products and all of a sudden, BAM-face down in the asphalt parking lot. This time I opted out of a trip to emergency. I seemed to be okay. The ladies decided that one would drive me home in my car while the other followed. The parallel here with both falls is that as I went about trying to be a blessing to someone, I tripped and fell. I can’t even blame an enemy for this as it was my feet, my hands, my arms my thoughts that caused me to fall. But what do I learn from this. PAY ATTENTION! You will surely fall if you don’t.

Have Organo Gold Execs Lost Their Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 15:01:00 +0000

The Organo Gold Company has not lost its mind. In a recent convention of twenty thousand people Organo Gold (OG) rolled out Phase II of their healthy coffee marketing plan. Included in this plan is the appointment of golfer, Greg Norman as Global Branding Ambassador. Mr. Norman sought out the company to add to his plethera of businesses. He has worked his way up the ranks as a Ruby Exec as of this writing.

In all of network marketing there’s never been a company with such explosive momentum, and they haven't tapped into the real momentum yet. In the city of Las Vegas where the Stand United 2013 Convention took place, OG revealed measures for continued growth in sales and marketing. The revised Coffee Connoisseur Club is guaranteed to increase product awareness. Distributors of the Organo Gold coffee can concentrate also on building a financially healthy future.

Organo Gold Ladies and guests meet to discuss the OG Business Model.

Mercedes Sightings - Hint

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 15 Aug 2013 15:26:00 +0000

Driving on the expressway toward my 8am appointment I took notice of all of the Black Benzes on the road. There were quite a few, more than usual. I pondered if the drivers were driving the “free” ones. I looked for the Organo Gold logo and didn’t see it on any of the vehicles. But still this was a “hint, hint, clue, clue” for me. After the appointment I met my hubby for lunch. While waiting inside the restaurant for him, in walks two young ladies; one wearing a Mercedes Benz T-shirt. While waiting for our lunch order I walked over to the young ladies' table to ask for a card so I could peruse the site she maintained. (She said this to the server who stopped to ask her about the vehicles.) As soon as I arrived home I fired up the computer and surfed to the Benz site. Guess I’ll go test drive that Benz this week. Getting prepared for greater!

I Wish I Could Have Danced More

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 26 Jul 2013 17:51:00 +0000

Back in the day she used to try all of the latest dances but to no avail. She had only learned the dances as they were going out. Even stepping, Chicago style, was a little difficult for her. The fancy twirls and steps tripped her up. But now that she was born again she could do all of the twirls and everything. Maybe her confidence had grown so she felt she could do anything and not be embarrassed. The last time she "stepped" was at a wedding, and she only lasted about five minutes before she had to tell her dance partner to give it a rest. Winded and red in the face she faced her very sanctified mother. The question she posed, "What, you dancing now?"

I've Got Work to Do

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 06 Apr 2013 21:41:00 +0000

Lying in the bed watching the rays of sunlight crack through the blinds I mused over the fact that the sun was rising earlier and earlier these days. As I told myself the day would soon begin, my husband who was already up poked his head back in the room to announce that our son was not home from last night. My brain began to do a ticker tape dance as I assigned venues for him; girlfriend, side of rode, hospital, jail. After beating the covers and swinging and missing the pillows I reached for the telephone to start calling around. I needed my car, I had promised to be somewhere at 9:30am and he was jeopardizing that commitment.

A few hours later I found him and my car, both in a mess. Why Lord? Why this thing again. What are you trying to say to me? Why does stuff keep happening? I had just learned that I might have to go back in for surgery to remove a hernia and I wasn’t a happy person. Why couldn’t this young man get himself together? A phone call from one sister was a little helpful, but I could tell she wasn’t having any of it.

While out driving I reflected on how none of the previous challenges of the past year had made me cry. But this was the end, I was livid and teary and angry. I called the one sister whose shoulder I could cry on. Explaining everything to her she said, "You need to get somewhere and meditate and ask the Lord what he wants you to do." Yeah that’s probably what I need to do I told her. I thanked her for listening and drove home.

The small baskets and boxes that I was packing away sat on the table waiting for my return. Stuffing old CDs, books and tapes in one designated box kept my mind off the problem at hand. What Lord? Tucked away in a small desk top monthly filing case I found a couple of ink pens and yet another cassette. These cassettes were everywhere. I looked at the label and recognized my sister the songwriter’s handwriting. Great, maybe this is one of her songs that I really loved. Now on the hunt for a cassette player I discovered one hiding under my bed. Not bothering to brush off the dust I slipped the tape inside and immediately the tears began to flow. I had never really grieved her death of six months. She was such a prolific songwriter. She always tried to tell me. I knew she was, but her method of getting discovered was completely annoying.

Now lying on the floor I forgot about the pressing business with my son and just let the music minister to me. That’s it, that’s what He wants. The lyrics explained we’ve got work to do. I had been so sick, so cautious of maintaining my recovered health that I was not in the field doing His will. Wow! What an epiphany. Now eyes wiped dry, and knowing that He’s going to handle that other business, I’m ready.

Facing the Truth

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 06:54:00 +0000

The room was half filled with colleagues who had met this night for business training. It was a misty, chilly evening and many participants had arrived wearing the heavy gear that was contrary to Spring. The speaker was sparkling as usual as we took notes and laughed at his jokes. I could feel my brows furrowing as each piece of new knowledge, parceled out in large doses, poured into my spirit. Later, after the presentation we greeted one another. In this room at this time, this cadre of blue and white collar workers seemed to understand the concept of wealth building. It was incredible to hear how many quickly adapted to this new wave of financial freedom. Would I adapt and become one of the nouveau rich? These were my colleagues; regular folk, interesting to talk to and very polite millionaires. One such person agreed to take a picture with me. It was in the image of that photo that I realized something was wrong. The ready smile, the twinkling eyes and the look of confidence was missing from my face. I vowed that would be the last time I would appear in public with a seemingly defeated persona, nor would I appear as anything less than a conqueror. All the confidence of prior training and education seemed to not be apparent as I viewed my reflection. What seemed to be a simple snapshot told a story of two different people; one who had overcome her shyness and was now a household name, while the other seemed lackluster.

Who's on the Other Side

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 13:32:00 +0000

Who’s on the other side? I asked that question as I finished breakfast. Mother has been very ill and pining for her children. It’s like a last effort to see us all saved. She wants to keep us all near. Often I tell her you can’t save us, that’s up to the Lord. You have prayed and laid the foundation now let Him do the rest of the work. This illness has debilitated her thinking and motor movements. The possibility that she won’t make it through the year is strong. I get misty thinking about that bulwark who on many occasions had to correct my wrong doing, and at times still won’t let me forget. While mother continues to give last instructions I ask her quietly if she is ready to go. It seems that she is preparing herself to meet the loved ones who are on the other side with Jesus. What a joyous celebration when she meets up with them. But yet, her sorrow for the unsaved ones won’t be depleted while she remains on this side. The melody of my sister Regina’s song lingers as I wish I could remember the lyrics; “It’s Going to be Alright”.

Looking for the Promise - Novel Trailer

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 04:22:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 03:57:00 +0000

I went into a nail salon today and before seated I asked the tech for a cup of hot water. The morning started off pretty swift and I didn't have time to make my Cafe` Latte. I figured I could relax and have my coffee as he did my nails. The blonde Asian smiled and responded that he didn't have any cups. Not to worry I have a cup in the car. I retrieved the styrofoam cup and handed it to the young man. He seemed to be taking his time about bringing the water and starting my service.

When he returned with the water he said, "The owner says you can't have food or drink in here, you'll have to drink your coffee in your car." My mind went to instant reply of the last time I was in that salon. I pictured the owner walking to the register with a cup of java in her hand.

"Oh, no problem. Throw the water out. "

"Here's your cup," he shrugged.

"Oh, toss that too." I then proceeded to gather my things, walked out the door to my car and drove to the next nail salon on the block. It wouldn't have been a problem to comply with the owners regulation if I had never seen the owner drinking coffee. Case of do as I say, not as I do.

The owner was within her right to ask me to not drink in her salon. I was within my right to find a friendlier, spa like atmosphere. Oh drat I should have gone to D'Lor where they actually serve you coffee or tea. Next time!

The Violent Take It By Force

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 19 Feb 2013 17:22:00 +0000

And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence , and the violent take it by force. Matt 11:12

Wherever you are in your walk with Christ there are some things that we must do in order to advance the kingdom. I was accused just on last night of being so engrossed in my new business that all I do is talk coffee. In my private time I spend moments with my savior. He has assured me that I am his darlin, darlin baby. He is first in my life and has bestowed upon me such an understanding of where I am in my walk right now. I can't speak for you, but I know that some incredible things are about to happen for my family and me because I understand the above scripture. "1) Jesus may have referred to a vast movement toward God... 2) Maybe the Jewish activists' expectations of God's kingdom would come through a violent overthrow of Rome and 3) entering God's kingdom takes courage, unwavering faith, determination, and endurance..." Life Application Bible. It also takes money. I identify with example three. There is a strong desire to see this thing through and be a blessing to others. I understand this is not for everyone so my prayer is that Father lead me to those who want to use this vehicle to get free.

I Am Yours In Christ

Are We There Yet?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 15 Feb 2013 03:55:00 +0000

It’s a pretty mild evening for February. Jacket wearing diners fill the entrances of their favorite restaurants as they wait to be seated for a special meal with a loved one. What is it about this day that causes people to stand in line upwards of one hour to have a meal? I’ve started out early enough with my husband to spend a minimal of time in one such line. When our turn comes we are seated in a corner near a fireplace. The ambiance is as delicious I suppose as the meal we’ll have.

John Harley, Emerald Executive in Organo Gold Int’l says that Fridays and Saturdays are the worst days for diners to visit restaurants. First, the lengthy wait for a table is excruciating and the food is not always the freshest this time of the week. I am reminded of the glorious restaurants of Chicago with the wonderful cuisine that started a movement called “Taste of Chicago” and the lines I waited in for dinner.

Tonight I watch the entrance of the restaurant where my husband and I are enjoying spicy shrimp and chicken to see how many people will form that proverbial line. From where we’re sitting we see a few people milling about. I wonder if this gesture of dinner is obligatory as I stare at the helium balloons that declare special greetings to family, friends, or lovers. The celebration of love over a meal is fascinating. We stood in line and waited to be fed. I say, "John Harley, it’s worth it. Bon appetite."

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 19:52:00 +0000

What an incredible ride! These past few weeks I've discovered that there is real greatness within. This epiphany didn't happen without wonderful mentors who let me know that they believe in me. A shout out to Donna Bingham, Ruby Executive in Organo Gold and my personal coach Erica Morton, Platinum II going Sapphire, for helping me get through the rough seas of my new career. I thank God daily for sparing my life and allowing me to connect with other incredible people. I'm so thankful and grateful for new mercies. God is love and love is God.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 27 Nov 2012 03:59:00 +0000

Today I indulged in a delicious cup of gourmet, hot chocolate. I was pleasantly surprised at its delicious taste. For a short time only I will be happy to send you samples of my gourmet coffee with a purchase of my novel, Looking for the Promise. Curl up by the fire, read a great book, and sip your hot beverage. Please email me at pclovesong@gmail.com for your copy of Looking for the Promise and your holiday treat. Happy Holidays - Patrice

The Game of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 25 Nov 2012 03:05:00 +0000

Life is like a chess game. Sometimes you make some really great moves.