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Once Upon a Time Three Little Girls Thought They Could Trip Prince Charming(Theme Songs)

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 04 May 2026 15:48:00 +0000

Here's your chance to get an inside look at the relationship of the characters. Acts and Scenes to wake your appetite for sweet romance.

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Small vignettes (pictures) are used to denote the main character of each scene to help you follow along.
Pop Gardiner (a fixture throughout the story)
Interlude: STAY -Scenes of a Breakup

Act 1-Love Me, Love Me Not
Scene 1-- Ivy Gardiner-Thorn in My Pocket
Scene 2 Carmella Candy- The Cooking Class
Scene 3- Lillie-Rose McIntyre-In All the Right Places
Act 2: If Only In My Dreams
Act 3: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Act 4: Tripping the Prince
Act 5: Love is in the Air
Act 6: Dragons, Trolls and all Those Distractions
Scene 1: Lillie-Rose
Scene 2: Ivy
Scene 3:Carmella
Scene 4:The Pea
Scene 5: Road Trip
Scene 6: Plans and More Plans Act 7: On Ruby Mountain
Act 8: Dancing in Glass Slippers
Act 9: Ever After

MUSICAL SELECTION

INTERLUDE--Stay by Rihanna

IVY GARDINER & BERNARD WILSON

I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdN5GyTl8K0

CARMELLA CANDI & FRANKLIN HENDERSON

I Love You by 2NE1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUrUPzLm5SI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kp1LZCeeV8 (English translation)
Locked Out of Heaven Bruno Mars http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-fA-gBCkj0 ~

LILLIE-ROSE McINTYRE & NATHANIEL HENRY

Rhianna: Like a Diamond https://youtu.be/lWA2pjMjpBs?si=WSX9mAnxv1coOhYL

Justin Bieber: As Long as You Love Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4em3LKQCAQ

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There's a new face at In the Chair: Shelia Goss | WORTH THE RISK

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 07 Jan 2026 14:08:00 +0000

Join us today at In the Chair where we get to have a conversation with Shelia Goss and hear about her latest novel, Worth the Risk, and goals for the future.

Shelia Goss is a national bestselling and award-winning author known for her captivating romance novels and dynamic, emotionally rich storytelling. With bold narratives, high-glam energy, and heroine-centered plots, Shelia brings heart, heat, and sophistication to every page.

STOP arguing with racist.

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Thu, 25 Sep 2025 10:46:00 +0000

Which arguments are a waste of time? Those that make you start listing reasons on why you, as a Black person, should be allowed to exist as a person.

Those that put you on a slave block worrying about whether or not a mediocre non-supreme being values your abilities. Hint: they never will.

Push on past them, cuz you aren't for sale and they could never afford you. Racist can't see beyond their bed bug, tick filled hoods. Their hate for us is like an inflamed, pore boring itch in their brain. Every acknowledgement of US, makes it worse and more painful for them. Keeps them from feeling any piece of humanity for us because the itch is deep in their soul and it's putrid. Instead of them letting "mind your business" be a cure, they'd rather die from the inside out watching us thrive and survive equally and triumphantly, right next to and often far ahead of them in a world they think they own. Let them fester.

Snaps of Valeries- Different stories, one life. #thingslegendsaremadeof #livingsecondbysecond #amwriting

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 28 Jul 2025 15:07:00 +0000

VALERIE: Living the Hell Outta Life. There are millions of them in the world. All ages, race, and stations in life- Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie.

There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

A little girl who wants to be a super hero. An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse, friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune, and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.

About females of all ages, race, and stations in life-

Each have one thing in common,...their name is Valerie.

1Valerie Has A Wiggle in Her Walk

Valerie gazed out of the window and smiled. She lived for Saturdays and loved watching him wash the car. He always took his shirt off, just for her, he would always say. Those other girls, the ones who smiled, gave a little wave as they passed, jumping effortlessly over the puddles of soapy water, had nothing on his Valerie.
His Valerie, he claimed to anyone who would listen, had a smile that shone so bright, it made the sun wish it had shades. His Valerie had a glow to her skin and a wiggle in her walk that he adored. More than that, his Valerie liked to watch him as he washed the car.
She didn't care that his six-pack was now two packs short of stud or that his flat stomach had become a huge wrinkle that flopped over the top of his pants. She watched him with the hunger and adoration from their courting days.

Valerie moved to stand squarely in the middle of the picture window, so he could see her. And he watched, her steps were slow, no longer able to run and jump into his arms when he walked through the door. Chest dripping water and he smelling of the outdoors, an odor she said turned her on like nothing on earth, and for years she would prove it for hours after the Saturday morning car wash. Her skin was no longer smooth, nor a glide to ecstasy. Beauty and life, a life well lived was etched into her sweet face. Lines of love, strength, and the burden of knowing she never carried her own bundle of joy, were scored into the flesh of her arms.

But none of that mattered, he didn't care if she didn't remember what day it was - most days. Or that she she rarely smiled at the things he said. He only knew, his Valerie came alive on Saturday mornings and the wiggle would be back in her walk, even if it were caused by the weakness in the metal of her geriatric walker.

11.Valerie Loves to Dance

Valerie loved to dance. It was as ingrained to her as dust twirling in a sandstorm. She would swing her long thin arms in the air as she twirled like a graceful ballerina. That is, until she heard them snickering behind her. Saying how she was all coltish with arms the length of her legs which would probably wrap around her neck and kill her.
The words stopped her cold in her tracks. Placing her hands on her small hips, she turned to look at those critiquing her, and studied their insolent poses with equal derision.
"For your information, my arms happen to be the perfect size for my body height. Which is a helluva lot more than I can say for the size of your head on your tiny assed body Calhoun or your long assed feet Donny, and I'm not gonna say anything about that hot air balloon Jimmy James uses for a stomach."
She knew those were fighting words for each of the three boys, but refused to back down. Instead, when they straightened their position to aggressive, hurt male pride; she moved her body from casually dismissive to a thirteen year old with a black belt and seven years of practice behind her.
She'd already fought each one of them privately and beat the hell out of them, it would be incomparable to what she would do to them in public. She had no fear, the one thing everyone knew on campus was - Valerie bothered no one and took no mess. Out of pure discrimination for her Asian race, many had tried and each had failed. Fighting and winning was a pride to her, even if it were stereotypical.
"Are you guys sure you want to do this? I have no problem smacking you around, actually, I'll probably enjoy it." She smiled a little as she secured her waist length black hair into the elastic band taken from her wrist. "It will be like the last time." The look of ashamed shock that passed between each of the boys, spoke volumes. Neither had told the other she had whooped them before. "Listen, that's in the past and between us. Let's let it go. Y'all go away and let me finish my dance practice or I can kick your asses in front of the entire school."
Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."
For a second she took her eyes off of them and looked around the school ground. It was gorgeous, she liked it there-the majority of the time. Teachers were nice, most of the students were friendly, except the few who always wanted to challenge and be the first to best her. Wasn't going to happen. She absent mindedly waved at one of her friends in the crowd.
"Okay, so what's it gonna be? Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?"
Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.
"Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," he rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."
Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.

12. Wrapped in Satin

"I don't want to play with them anymore, Mom." Deborah tightly wrapped her five year old body within the dusty material of the drapes. "They say, I'm a thief, and I'm dirty." The thickness muffled her voice, but couldn't smother the sound of her weeping. "I never take their things. I wash myself hard, every night, but the color never comes off."

Jane paused, her motion frozen by the words. Where she was thinking to comfort a little girl suffering from a childhood misunderstanding, she was now lost for words at the implication of what she'd just heard. Was she jumping to conclusions? Was it possible that her little girl was facing her first taste of racism? Reaching for the drapes, she was surprised at the frantic struggle from the child. "Honey, come out. Let me talk to you."

"No, don't touch me. The color will rub off on you. Then your friends won't play with you either."

"Sweetie, come on out. I don't care about my friends. If they don't want to play with me, I'll find new friends who will. We'll find you new friends."

Jane reached for the tiny hand clinging to the folds of the drapes, intertwining their fingers. Long, trembling, thin white fingers, squeezed between plump, brown, damp with tears, baby ones. Bending over, she pressed her lips to them. A tradition of comfort, since the day Deborah was adopted and brought into the home
.
"You are a queen little Deborah and don't you ever forget that. Anyone who sees you differently is blind, mean and jealous."

"I'm a queen, Mom?"

"You will always be a queen. Those little girls are just jealous." She peeked behind the curtain and whispered. "They're too mean to even be princesses."
Deborah giggled."And you don't care if I'm dirty?"

"Only if you're covered in chocolate. Then I'll have to tickle you and lick your face all over."

Pulling the little girl from her hiding place, Jane tickled the little girl until she fell to the floor and they rolled around laughing joyfully, trying to forget the hurt.

16 Lash Dance

The right arm to her brand new, third pair of glasses in a month, snapped as she quickly pushed them into the side pocket of her purse- at least that’s what she believed she was doing until she noticed they’d caught in the gap between the opening of the desk and it’s lid.

Oh well, she dismissed what was sure to be the beginning of an argument with her mom when she got home, in order to absorb the magic of covertly watching him.

The expanse of space between them seemed to shrink as she squeezed her eyes slightly shut. Taking note of the way he studiously kept his head pointed towards the teacher. The slow slight tilt to the right betraying him and letting her see the undeniable cut of his eye as he looked back at her from their corner.

Her heart thumped hard, forcing an unexpected rush of air through her lips and before he could see the infatuation in her eyes, her lashes fluttered, one- two times before lowering quickly. In an act, both as a lie to herself and as a foil to him, she pretended to be rapt into the deep scaring line on the surface of the desk. Her finger tracing and retracing the tiny heart she’d given life too, over and over for days, with the now worn tip of her multi-inked pen.

When he looked towards her she smiled. Barely moving her lips, peeking through the extra long hairs of her store bought lashes. Hoping the slow roll of her eyes beneath looked as sensual as they felt. She’s practiced the move in the hand mirror damned near an hour, the night before until she thought the balls would fall to the floor.

Each individual lash shielded her love from his eye. He was looking at her the dance had been going on for a while she looked up he looked down . Lowering her lashes she drew small circles around larger heart thinking about imprisoning their names within the larger, but what would it prove to show this to the world.When he didn’t see it himself?

He watched her. Pretending like she never saw him a little to the right of her shoulder. She was all he ever saw. He loved the way her lashes trembled in excitement when their eyes met. It was as if they danced... slowly. She tried not to let him know she was looking at him, but he knew. The way they fanned on her beautiful cheeks, the shadow of a smile that only he could see on her lips, concealing her feelings, but he felt them. Could almost feel the heat.

Valerie completely lost it when a shadow fell across her desk. Hadn’t noticed when the bell rang or the noise of classmates scurrying out of the room. He lowered his height to her level.

“I noticed you broke your glasses, again.” He held a roll of tape out to her. The one he’d kept in his pocket for days, just waiting. “I can walk with you to our next class.” He fluttered his lashes and smiled.

20 Signs of Luck

"I just wanna say FUCK YOU. FUCK you and your entire goddamned family. Fuck you and the sorry assed ground you walk on. Fuck you and the rotten, putrid air you breathe. After today, I'll never speak to you again. If , and it better be a huge damned “if...” if I never see you again, ever see you again in life... it will be too goddamned soon. You rotten, thieving, lying, no good bastard.”

Valerie, shouting to the her empty surroundings, slammed cabinets, threw dishes against the wall, scattered remnants of food from the refrigerator to the floors of the apartment in blind, raging anger. Refusing to see the chaos, but feeling an immense pleasure at the slimy feel of the crushed grapes and strawberries, smashed and smeared across the marble floor and thick piled white carpet. If only it had been his head, either of them. She'd had it, had never been so angry in life. All she could feel was the urge to hurt, the way she had been.

Pulling out drawers and emptying their contents to the floor, she rammed everything of value, every piece of jewelry or cash he thought he'd hidden from her, into the gaping opening of her small backpack. The larger, designated for clothing, stood ready for departure by the wall adjacent to the front door.

Finally, one more look around and a quick rush to the bathroom, one to vomit away her anxiety and the other as necessity, Valerie was ready to leave. She paused at the odd gurgling sound coming from the back of the toilet and reluctantly stepped back into the room to investigate. Lifting the lid, she jumped back at the swollen black object that popped up, to float at the surface. On closer examination her fear turned to astonishment and she danced around in excitement. The urge to plunge her hands in the water and grab the bag out was staled by her OCD and her reluctance to touch anything gross.

Using the hook handle of the shower brush to fish the plastic bag from the water, she carried the dripping mess into the kitchen, stuffed it into a dry garbage bag and then into a reusable grocery bag before stuffing it into the backpack. She grabbed her belongings, practically ran from the apartment, without looking behind her or shutting the door. With good luck that had never been with her one single day of her life, she made it to the bus stop and jumped into the approaching bus. The sight of the pair of green birds sitting atop of a fence, giving her a sense of peace. She took it as a sign life would be better from then on.

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Get into the #Horror for Mothers' Day with Kenya Moss Dyme nightmare vendor

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 09 May 2025 17:37:00 +0000

What can be horrifying about a mom? Creep on over to IN THE CHAIR and see what Kenya Moss-Dyme has to say.

Ey Isadora-Lyphe · Intro to Kenya Moss-Dyme Horror Author/Vendor

As Kenya says, “When I’m not plotting tales about

monsters — be they demons or humans —

you’ll find me hunting zombies in VR or

tracking down Funko Pops for my ever-growing

black horror collection.

Happily ever afters? Eh, occasionally maybe.

But let’s be real, monsters are way more fun.”

Please, tell us about the books you have published, and what brought you to publishing each one of them.

The first books I wrote were Prey for Me, a thriller about a child predator in the pulpit, and A Good Wife, an erotic suspense drama. I wanted to write horror but the publisher I was with at that time told me that “black folks don’t read horror”, so when I left him, I published Daymares, a collection of short horror stories. The success of that convinced me that I had found my audience and that’s where I’ve remained focused in the horror/thriller genre.

Oooooh, Kenya say less- y'all join us over at IN THE CHAIR where we will finish the conversation.

Be your biggest fan. Think Like an Author, Act Like a Fan!

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 30 Apr 2025 19:41:00 +0000

Heeey y'all. Over at IN THE CHAIR ,we have a special guest who will teach you how to be your biggest fan. Taking your marketing to a higher level.

Since December 2005,Debra Owsley took her love of reading along with her hobby and created the reading accessory and consulting businesses Simply Said Reading

Accessories and LitVersations. She is now the author of Think Like an Author, Act Like a Fan! Initially, it was to support her ravenous book habit! She never dreamed her two loves would turn into a marketing and promotional business that has allowed her to meet and work with authors, she has read and admired for decades.

She also offers her work at book events and book festivals, where she meets other avid readers and book club members. Pop on over and enjoy the interview.

You can purchase Debra Owsley's "Think Like an Author," directly from her book, and make contact with her at the following links:

Amazon.com

Or directly from me!

Litversations@gmail.com

www.Litversations.com

http://www.Facebook.com/simplysaidreadingaccessories

http://www.Instagram.com/TheLitversationalist

http://www.Litversations@gmail.com

Wanna Sit in the Chair? Be Our Guest

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 15 Apr 2025 15:13:00 +0000

The Chat

So, you're prepared to sit in The Chair. How exciting! I love talking to people.

In order to get everything setup I will e-mail you a list of questions, which you answer and return. Answer as casually as you see fit. Pretend we're sitting in your living room. At the end, please provide a brief standard bio written in third person (1 paragraph in length). For this type feature, Include any links you want to run with the piece (website, blog, book, etc.). Attach (DO NOT EMBED) a JPEG headshot picture of you and one of your book cover (file sizes less than 1 megabyte).

Book Trailer's Can Be Featured

If your book has a video trailer, , it can be featured. Or if you have an audio clip or video you would like featured, I require the book's marketing (or cover) blurb. Include a link to YouTube so we can obtain the necessary HTML code for your video. Example with video Example with video and audio

BOOK REVIEW POLICIES:

If you would also like a review of your book (there is no promise to have it ready when your interview is posted) please check out my review page to view requirements and to see if you would like your book posted there.

PREVIOUS GUESTS

If you are interested in "sitting " for a chat, please contact me by using the form on the right of the page. I look forward to hearing from you. Email all information to: imtheauthor@gmail.com

Matt Posner -From Pen to Podcast "The School of Fiction"

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Thu, 20 Mar 2025 16:34:00 +0000

There's a Guest in the Chair!

Sometimes as writers we morph into different areas of the profession to keep ourselves motivated and as a marketing tool. Today I would like to introduce you to Matt Posner as a guest on the shelf at In The Chair-the Interviewed Character, which is where I interview authors and/or the characters in their books.

Matt is a writer who loves the process of writing, sharing his knowledge with others, and networking with the masses. He has started a podcast click the link and join us for the full interview and to learn more about:

"The School of Fiction" Podcast

Matt Posner is a writer and amateur photographer from Queens, New York and a high school teacher in Brooklyn. Originally from Florida, Matt has lived in New York City since 1999.

You can join Matt at his new school on YouTube, The School of Fiction where he chats with new and experienced authors. To ask questions, suggest topics, or arrange an appearance on the channel, or to hire Matt for personal appearances: send an email to: the.school.of.fiction@gmail.com

Tell us, what made you want to start a podcast and what do you see as the purpose for it? I, have truly enjoyed watching the videos and am learning quite a bit from your guests.

An author these days needs a social media platform. During the years since 2020, when I stopped self-publishing, I came to admire YouTubers more and more and wanted to be one. Whensoever I might return to self-publishing, it will only make sense if I have built an audience in some other way. There are no decent tools for selling books online in the oversaturated market with an audience highly resistant to advertising. As a YouTuber with a good following, however, and a good set of promotional partners like you, any books I release will be able to get some favorable attention.

I chose the topic of how to write fiction because I am technically an expert in it, between my academic degrees and more importantly my more than forty years of experience. I also chose it because I flat out like meeting and interviewing writers. I enjoyed doing it on a website back during the indie author bubble, when you and I became friends, and now I am enjoying it even more when I can do it over Zoom --and use other technologies that were less powerful back then, like iPhone software -- to speak and interact in real time.

How do you choose your guests?

I am looking for a variety of categories of expertise and life experience. I want to interview people I’ve known a long time, and senior writers, but I want to bring in young ones also who have very different perspectives than I have. The one requirement for an interview with me is being able to teach my audience something about fiction writing that you have practiced, or to teach my audience and me something about book marketing, which is a separate and super challenging task now equally important.

Take a peek at Jennifer Jaxxon-Louis sharing her thoughts on the Plot Clock and Snowflake Method of writing.

To ask questions, suggest topics, or arrange an appearance on the channel, or to hire Matt for personal appearances, here's his contact information:

www.youtube.com/@TheSchoolofFiction

the.school.of.fiction@gmail.com

theschooloffiction@bsky.social

Instagram: @theschooloffiction

Sometimes, You Have to Let the Readers Pop Out and Tell You-

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 18:21:00 +0000

Someone told me, "No one would read that book..."

LET'S ASK THE READER'S OPINION of The Fishing Trip - check out the reviews

When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to becoming the monster?

Durham killed his abuser at the age of ten. As an adult and tired of pedophiles having free reign on innocent children, his fishing excursions are to die for. The Fishing Trip is a trial by water, execution and deliverance of retribution. Set in Shiningbal, Texas where the perverted go to disappear; sexual abuse of children is the norm and when the legal system only increases the violation, this isn't the time for redemption to play nice. Envelopes stamped with the large letters LDA and holding the simple words "Life demands action" have started appearing in the mailboxes, the explosion in the woods and the deaths of so called ‘good men’, hit just the right buttons and now every perverted child molester in this city is distressed. They all know what's coming. The thing is no one knows where their letter came from, so who can be trusted?"..... Growing up as an abused child himself, Durhan now considers himself to be an avenger of stolen innocence. Tired of pedophiles having free reign on innocent children, he decides to take the law into his own hands. He takes these criminals on an excursion and ends their obsession. With the help of Penny Brooks and the unsuspecting aid of the local sheriff, he returns to Shiningbal and confronts those who destroyed the lives of young children. In doing so he exposes a secret and sets off a chain of events that causes more chaos than he ever thought possible

When Clouds Touch- Tear inducing. It was like an Asian Titanic mixed with The Fault In Our Star

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 26 Feb 2025 15:31:00 +0000

"Tear inducing. It was like an Asian Titanic mixed with The Fault In Our Stars with a dash of Beautiful

Burn by Adriane Leigh. A delightful mashup of amazing love stories that I never really saw coming.." Sherelle Ellis

"Ey Wades' When Clouds Touch goes outside the box from choosing to write about the aesthetically perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and live with purpose and joy.-Michelle Monkou USA TODAY HEAblog When Clouds Touch is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.

Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

Enjoy an excerpt

Crash Into Me

Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision. Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants.

The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and puffs from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing in the same direction, yet inches apart, the angels resumed their soothing tunes.

和傘

Both women reached the entrance to the Lamaze class at the same time. Neither paying attention to the other, one searching the contents of her purse, the other looking over her shoulder and urging her lagging husband to move faster. The collision of their large pregnant bellies causing a surprising halt to their forward motion.

“Whoa, did you feel that?” The purse digger rubbed her stomach. “I think she tried to jump right into you.”

“Whew! Yes, I felt it.” The other released a breath. “I thought my heart was going to stop, he jumped so hard. Look how he’s kicking.” She raised her top, exposing her trembling stomach. “He’s been so quiet lately, but he’s definitely awake now, Jaanu.” Turning to her husband, she stepped away from the door.

“I told you he was fine. Smart fellow,” The father pat his wife’s belly before pulling down her shirt. “Already knows his attention should be on the ladies. I shall work hard to teach him to respect them.”

和傘

Three weeks later, Paisley lay in her little glass isolette, her face turned to her left and her newborn eyes trying their hardest to focus on the face of the baby staring at her.

“His name is Malachi.” Turning towards the voice whispering into her left ear, Paisley’s mother looked into the face of the mother from the Lamaze class.

“Oh, hi. So, that’s who he is. That explains it. I’ve been here ten minutes. The nurse has turned her face to the window three times and little Paisley always turns back to watch him. He’s quiet and content only when they are facing each other.”

“That’s so bizarre. Do you think infatuation starts young?”

“Sure seems that way.”

“I didn’t know you would be having your baby here.”

“I wasn’t supposed to, Paisley was in a rush. Seemed as if nothing was keeping her from coming. We go home tomorrow.”

“We leave in a couple of hours.”

And that’s how they lived life, continuously rushing past destiny. Accidentally enrolled in the same baby classes, same schools- brushing past, but never really meeting.

For years Paisley and Malachi’s paths running parallel, but never crossing. In school she would have the urge to look up, see him watching her from across the room, hallway, school yard and move in his direction ... only to have something redirect their steps. Until many years later, when fate stepped in as they bumped each while trying to enter the revolving doors of the same office building. Her huge red wagasa 和傘 falling from her hands and landing at his feet.

Paisley clutched the material covering her heart as Malachi released a rush of air. One of his hands holding her elbow to steady her while the other put the Japanese umbrella back into her hands.

“You’d swear we’ve been through this before. Feels like deja vu.”

“I know. I felt it too geeze,” She laughed, head down as she lifted her backpack to her shoulder. “I thought my heart was going to stop.” And stopped, she thought it had when she raised eyes and found herself looking up into the face lowered to her height. For years she’d imagined what she would do if she had a chance to meet him face to face and now that she had, all she could do was stand like a love-struck groupie and calmly try to get her heart rate to slow down.

“Well, don’t die right here, we’re already holding up the line.” He indicated the people behind them with a tilt of his head. “You go first.”

Read Ey 📚 Books

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 26 Nov 2024 15:24:00 +0000

Ey, writes "living" through several genres. Grab a copy. Dive into novels where tears, joy, love, and suspense is the place #reallifehappens #Read_EyBooks amzn.to/wadeinbooks #romance #picbks #suspense #history #comingofage #chiclit

My goal in life is to touch someone, who will touch someone, who will touch someone and make a positive difference in the world. Amazon

Read Interviews with the characters at IN THE CHAIR WITH Ey- You Gotta Hear This!

Romance-

TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING- Three friends join their love stories to create a romance that is both whimsical and beguiling. "This is truly a modern-day fairy tale for the romantics at heart."~USAToday's Happily Ever After

WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH- More entrancing than Romeo and Juliet. Paisley (girl with Albinism) makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an illusive shadow, is determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

"The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and live with purpose and joy.-Michelle Monkou USA TODAY HEAblog"

ISMET'S HONOR: As teens. Ismet and Sunny made adult choices that nearly destroyed them both. Now, as adults, they have to face those choices to pull themselves back together.

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce.

After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.

Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

Thriller: THE FISHING TRIP- When do you cross the line from being hero to monster? Durham killed his abuser at the age of 10,now he protects the innocents of his hometown.

Suspense:

THE PERFECT SOLUTION - a 3y/o is mistakenly given to a stalker by his preschool teacher. His mom will do everything in her power to get him back.

Chic-lit:

THE WOMEN OF THE Hill 5 Single moms surviving an entangling relationship with the same person.

WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES-5 stories of endurance through trying relationships.

Coming of Age(NA) :

D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same. Life beyond the dysfunctional family, teen pregnancy, bullying, and murder.

VALERIE: There are millions of them in the world. All ages, race, and stations in life- Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie.

Picture Books:

From the IN MY SISTER'S WORLD SERIES: AMAZON

BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM- Follows a child as she builds her self- esteem and finds uniqueness in being a ‘middle’ child.

WHO WILL HUG THE SUN? beautifully illustrates to a child how valuable a simple hug can be while gently teaching the child about a solar eclipse.

NOT A SOUND NOT A PEEK-A family helps the youngest member through nights of nightmares.

SOMEONE JUST LIKE ME: A toddler learns of self identity while playing in front of a mirror.

WILL THE STARS COME OUT TO PLAY: A child shows her love of the constellations.

MHIA LOVES THEM ALL: Mhia enjoys watching her elder sisters in their activities and embraces them all.

THE AMAZING JETT(jet) SERIES: A little boy tackles life's adventures in the cockpit of his toy jet.

The Lion: Jett finds himself protecting his mom from a lion in the yard.

The Traffic Jam: What will Jett and his cousin Bryce do to end traffic congestion?

**Nonfiction (History) : BEADS ON A STRING- AMERICA’S RACIALLY INTERTWINED BIOGRAPHICAL HISTORY -Our colorful history personified. Beads on a String, applauds and celebrates the lives of all ethnicity/races by highlighting their accomplishments and contributions within one binding.

Website: Wade-In Publiishing

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Companion Novels: Ismets Honor and Ribbons & Belle The abortion story can never be written with one narrative.

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 01 Jan 2024 21:45:00 +0000

ISMET'S HONOR: As teens. Ismet and Sunny made adult choices that nearly destroyed them both. Now, as adults, they have to face those choices to pull themselves back together.

Sunny Verdi Reyes, has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home, lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she wanted those things even more. Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier and it would take more than wishful thinking to get him back. At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion, Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and the white picket fence. Now he spends his time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children. Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting. She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences.

RIBBONS & BELLE: Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans. Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01FY63Q00/ref=dbs_a_def_awm_bibl_vppi_i0 Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother. Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

Snaps of Valeries- Different stories, one life. #thingslegendsaremadeof #livingsecondbysecond #amwriting

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sun, 12 Nov 2023 13:00:00 +0000

MEET VALERIE: This is a collection of short (some snaps) stories about females of all ages and ethnicity, named Valerie.

Valerie Has A Wiggle in Her Walk

Valerie Loves to Dance

The words stopped her cold in her tracks. Placing her hands on her small hips, she turned to look at those critiquing her, and studied their insolent poses with equal derision.

"For your information, my arms happen to be the perfect size for my body height. Which is a helluva lot more than I can say for the size of your head on your tiny assed body Calhoun or your long assed feet Donny, and I'm not gonna say anything about that hot air balloon Jimmy James uses for a stomach."

She knew those were fighting words for each of the three boys, but refused to back down. Instead, when they straightened their position to aggressive, hurt male pride; she moved her body from casually dismissive to a thirteen year old with a black belt and seven years of practice behind her.

She'd already fought each one of them privately and beat the hell out of them, it would be incomparable to what she would do to them in public. She had no fear, the one thing everyone knew on campus was - Valerie bothered no one and took no mess. Out of pure discrimination for her Asian race, many had tried and each had failed. Fighting and winning was a pride to her, even if it were stereotypical.

"Are you guys sure you want to do this? I have no problem smacking you around, actually, I'll probably enjoy it." She smiled a little as she secured her waist length black hair into the elastic band taken from her wrist. "It will be like the last time." The look of ashamed shock that passed between each of the boys, spoke volumes. Neither had told the other she had whooped them before. "Listen, that's in the past and between us. Let's let it go. Y'all go away and let me finish my dance practice or I can kick your asses in front of the entire school."

Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."

For a second she took her eyes off of them and looked around the school ground. It was gorgeous, she liked it there-the majority of the time. Teachers were nice, most of the students were friendly, except the few who always wanted to challenge and be the first to best her. Wasn't going to happen. She absent mindedly waved at one of her friends in the crowd.

"Okay, so what's it gonna be? Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?"

Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.

"Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," he rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."

Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.

Wrapped in Satin

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Yes, That Mom. When One Mom Won't Do - Get 5 for Mother's Day. #parenting #drama #thriller #mystery #romance

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 13 May 2023 14:23:00 +0000

"When Mama Don't Play"

6 uniquely beautiful stories of life, love, and the heart of a mother.

Yes, That Mom Mother's day 5 books of #drama #suspense #friendship #reallifehappens #abortion #fathersrights #teenpregnancy #romance

Plus- a bonus book. Ismet's Honor. As a teen she destroyed his dreams. As an adult, he won't let her forget the nightmare.

The Perfect Solution- The biggest mistakes? She wanted him and the childcare center gave her child to a stalker. #parenting #childcare

The Fishing Trip: Penny joined Durham in his quest for retribution & justice. She'll be that monster. #parenting #abuse

D. N. A. Nothing Would Ever Be The Same. Debney owns up to spontaneous, disastrous choices, dysfunctional family, and possible teen pregnancy. #comingofage

The Women of the Hill. 5Mothers involved in the same entangling relationship, work together to make a better life for their #families. #parenting

Ribbons & Belle: Annabelle will do anything for the love of her child. Even giving her up. #abortion #IVF #endingwantedpregnancies #romance

All publications by Ey Wade can be found at these locations. Go out and feed your reader or your thirst for ebook iTunes (http://bit.ly/EyinApple) and for print or Kindle (http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks)

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YOUNG MOM

D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same-

Debney Nichole Armstrong thought she knew everything about her family. She knew her dad worked hard at everything, except building a relationship with his family. She knew her younger brothers were typical little kids, and she knew her mother, for some unknown reason, disliked her first born and only daughter. What she really needed to know was did her mother contribute to the ‘accident’? Who is the man repeatedly mentioned in her mother’s journals? Where were the bodies of her ten year old twin brothers, and who is the father of the child she now carries? No matter what the answers are, Debney knows, nothing will ever be the same.

DETERMINED MOM

THE PERFECT SOLUTION

A child is given to a stalker. Everyone loves three year old Brhin Teddi. His single mother, Catrine, loves him. His aunt and uncle and cousins love him.

The teachers at his daycare center, The Perfect Solution, love him. And someone in the shadows, watching, following and planning, loves him so much she’s ready to destroy countless lives to have him. A terrifying look into the world of childcare, its weaknesses and the terrible cost of those weaknesses.

MOMS WHO GIVE THEIR ALL

The Women of the Hill is an affair to remember. It is the first book in the series Yes, Sam Takes Care of Me

Sam, a jealous provider and protector who simultaneously gives and takes away in this tale of five female friends sharing in the trials and humiliations of having a relationship with the same person.

THE WOMEN OF THE HILL

The Fishing Trip

When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to becoming the monster?

Set in Shiningbal, Texas where the perverted go to disappear; sexual abuse of children is the norm and

when the legal system only increases the violation, this isn't the time for redemption to play nice.

Married and mom of one, Penny Brooks aids the town's avenger to save those in need.

RIBBONS & BELLE

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce.

After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.

Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

ISMET'S HONOR: As teens. Ismet and Sunny made adult choices that nearly destroyed them both. Now, as adults, they have to face those choices to pull themselves back together.

When Clouds Touch. “Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.” 袖振り合うも多生の縁 https://www.amazon.com/When-Clouds-Touch-Ey-Wade-ebook/dp/B01D6C8CKS/

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 28 Mar 2023 23:15:00 +0000

When Clouds Touch. “Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.” 袖振り合うも多生の縁

Crash into Me: Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a trail towards collision. Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants. The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and a puff from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing separate but on the same path, the angels resume their soothing.

REVIEW: "Tear inducing. It was like an Asian Titanic mixed with The Fault In Our Stars with a dash of Beautiful Burn by Adriane Leigh. A delightful mashup of amazing love stories that I never really saw coming.." Sherelle Ellis "Ey Wades' When Clouds Touch goes outside the box from choosing to write about the aesthetically perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and live with purpose and joy.Wade stays true to her fresh approach from beginning and certainly to the end. Expect the heartstrings to be pulled and the emotions to be stirred for the powerful connection between Paisley and Malachi. A romance with an emotional twist.- Michelle Monkou USA TODAY HEAblog

WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi. Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

Thriller: THE FISHING TRIP is a trial by water, execution and deliverance of retribution. https://www.amazon.com/Fishing-Trip-Execution-Deliverance-Retribution-ebook/dp/B003MC5D6O

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 28 Mar 2023 19:41:00 +0000

Thriller: THE FISHING TRIP is a trial by water, execution and deliverance of retribution. https://www.amazon.com/Fishing-Trip-Execution-Deliverance-Retribution-ebook/dp/B003MC5D6O
When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to becoming the monster? Durham killed his abuser at the age of ten. Now he protects the innocents of his hometown. His fishing excursions are to die for. #thriller

REVIEWS:
"Life Demands Action. Yes, it certainly does. When the legal system fails a town of children who are being preyed on by pedophiles, a few citizens (one in particular) decide to take matters into their own hands.

I won't say that this is a "feel-good" book - it isn't, but Ey Wade manages to capture the wide range of emotions that come to surface when people cannot depend on "the powers that be" to do the right thing. Rage, denial, guilt, sadness, hopelessness...you will find it all in this small, Texas town.

I found myself being able to relate to different characters in this book - and some characters I wanted to throttle with my own hands. One character who surprised me was Vivian. As a mother myself, I found it hard to believe that another mother would handle herself the way she did after she found out such devastating news. Also, Vivian's parents did not react in a way my own parents would have. Let's put it this way, if anyone were to ever touch my children in a harmful way, I would kill them. If I didn't get to them first, my father would.

I enjoyed this book. Durham was my favorite character. He was like an onion with many layers that kept being revealed. I love it when a character has depth. I love it when you think you know a character and you end up not knowing them at all! There were many surprising twists in the story. The sad part about it is that it's totally believable and has happened many times. I'm so glad Ey Wade's book sheds some light on this very serious topic."~ Seawitch

"The Fishing Trip evoked a lot of emotions in me as a reader. This thriller goes to some pretty dark places but the author manages to execute the telling of the story without resorting to horrifying graphic details. Normally I like the graphic stuff, but in this case, my imagination will suffice.

Durham, or whatever name you want to call him by, is a special kind of hero, risking it all to save the innocent from the worst horrors you can imagine. It’s a unique tale of revenge; intricately layered as more and more players are revealed.

The resolution is bittersweet in that desired ends are met, but no matter how many tragedies are resolved and how many guilty parties are made accountable, the past and the scars it carries remain the same.

The underlying theme and the hero’s catch phrase, “Life Demands Action”. continues to resonate within me and

will for a long time, I believe." ~Amazon Customer

Ey, writes "living" through several genres. Grab a copy. Dive into novels where tears, joy, love, and suspense. #reallifehappens #Read_EyBooks
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#romance #picbks #suspense #history #comingofage #chiclit

TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING- 3 Determined Women. 3 Lovestruck fellows. 1 Fabulous romance. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B01D6CL3IQ/

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sun, 19 Mar 2023 13:52:00 +0000

TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING- 3 Determined Women. 3 Lovestruck fellows. 1 Fabulous romance. Is it Love or Wishful Thinking? Three friends join their love stories to create a romance that is both whimsical and beguiling. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B01D6CL3IQ/

BLOG: https://trippingprincecharming.blogspot.com/

-USATODAY Mention- * Tripping Prince Charming is the tale of three love stories. I was challenged by the characters, who hated everything from their names to the format of the book, to write scenes and acts which pulled separate romances into one story. More like a screenplay than your typical novel, Tripping Prince Charming lets us see how the route we choose for our life can change the path of another. Carmella, Ivy, and Lillie-Rose are the epitome of friendship, loyalty, good-natured meddling and matchmaking. A love story of the century that will bring tears to your eyes and a smile to your lips.*

Reviews are awesome:

From a man's point of view: "This is a most unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddler on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like a screen play complete with a musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original. There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter".~ A. E. Drury

"Wade takes us on this creative romantic journey of thrills, disappointments, and ultimate happiness. Read and cheer for your favorite couple. This is truly a modern-day fairy tale for the romantics at heart."-Michelle Monkou USATODAY

When Our Icons Die- Like the Girl in This Picture

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 30 Nov 2022 20:24:00 +0000

Lasuria Kandi Allman and the entire family of Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers, the iconic symbol of the MLK Civil Rights Movement - are heartbroken to announce her passing this morning, November 29, 2022. Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers lived her life fighting for the rights of African Americans, educating about voting and sharing history throughout the United States. Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in 1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane conditions. Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she was inspired to work for a change.

In 1960's one of the most racial and volatile times in American history, Birmingham was also known as "Bombingham". In 1963 Dr. Martin Luther King arrived in Birmingham at the request of Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth. A mass meeting at 16th St. Baptist Church campaigning, against segregation, injustices in public places and the Jim Crow Laws that binded them. When Dr King finished his speech, she knew this was her calling unafraid Mamie joined the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights and became an active demonstrator, Member, Participant and Organizer, and Demonstrator in the Civil Rights Movement. Mamie was targeted by The Public Safety Chief Eugene "Bull" Connors who was a self proclaimed racist. She was jailed on several occasions one time she spent five days in jail under horrible conditions. On Friday May 3, 1963, Bull Connors spotted Mamie and sent the dogs after her. She ran across the street to a doctors office seeking shelter from the vicious dogs, she was cornered. Bull Connors order the Fire Department "to turn the hoses on the niggers so they won't have to take a bath." So they began to hose Mamie, while she was pinned to the wall and alone. Several children made attempts to help her but they weren't successful. Two unidentified young men reached Mamie and used their bodies as shields to absorb some of the water pressure. Many children used their bodies as targets and distractions to help Mamie and the young men. The water pressure was so hard it was like bricks were being hurled at their heads and bodies. Due to the pressure of the water from the hoses, Mamie suffered permanent hearing damage in her right ear. These events were captured by Black Star Photographer, Charles Moore who later sold the images to Time magazine. Their feature in Time gained national attention - which sparked the Civil Rights Movement and support for Civil Rights changes in 1964.

In 1997 Mamie found out her identity, experiences, accomplishments, and most of all her pride had been claimed by prominent Alabamian Reverend Carolyn Maull Mckinstry author of While the World Watched. http://wade-inpublishing.blogspot.com/2015/06/meeting-history-face-to-face-interview.html

**Mamie's biography is featured in Ey Wade's Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History bit.ly/WeAreBeads

Review: Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History #diversity #History #CRT

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 09 Sep 2022 16:26:00 +0000

I'm excited to share the newest review of my American history book.

A Unique Look at American History

"History is usually told through the eyes of the victor" is an oft-used description of the textbooks we're assigned to read in school.

Unfortunately, a lot of the historical facts and information that don't favor the ones in power get glossed over or totally ignored. Other bits are skewed to stretch the truth or tell only one side of the story.

Ey Wade wanted her home-schooled children to get the whole picture of American history through the eyes of the people making the history. I was very impressed with her focus on presenting a multi-racial history and not emphasizing skin color or ethnicity. Instead, her account values the contributions of the people involved in building our country without using distinctions or labels.

Of course, there were terrible chapters in the history of America we cannot overlook – slavery, the oppression of Native Americans, the mistreatment of Chinese, Japanese internment camps, and the list goes on and on – fueled by hatred, bigotry, and fear. Ey Wade covers these events in a clear and concise, non-biased fashion.

In the introduction, Ey states that "Beads on a String" was written to help everyone learn from the past and use that knowledge to make a better present and future. In other words, in place of dwelling on the wrongs done by our ancestors, it's better to let go and heal. She reminds us we are a nation of immigrants. Instead of being African-American, Asian-American, or European-American, "we need to drop the hyphen, and all be Americans."

MORE: What are people saying about Beads On A String?

Beads on a String is an approachable, conversational, and interactive history of diversity in America. Instead of a melting pot, Ey Wade envisions the country as a piece of jewelry where the contributions of all of the people who have immigrated here from all over the world add to the beauty of our society. It honors all of the peoples that contributed to this country in a nicely balanced way. Designed as a resource for students it suits the classroom or home-school classroom but also is an enjoyable read for armchair historians and fans of the History Channel. It's a must read for history lovers. Bookmom, Amazon reader

This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. Jonathan Ellis, Amazon reader

Ey Wade has written a unique and important book that put all racial History under one umbrella. Wade has done a tremendous job collecting information on all races, and all subjects related to them. "Beads on a String" is a piece of History that was missing until this book came out. I highly recommend this book to anyone wishing to understand more about how multiple cultures shaped the US to what it is today. Two thumbs up!
Lola, Amazon reader

The "beads" are a metaphor for the cultural, racial, and ethnic diversity of the United States, and the "string" is a metaphor for the whole of the USA. The book is large and fascinating---mainly a series of biographical vignettes on the people the author and her children selected as those who had a major impact on the history of the U.S. All of the "beads" make contributions; the "string" is the richer for the diversity of those contributing. "Beads on a String" has a lot to offer traditional K-12 schools and home schooling parents as supplemental material for various standard curricula in history, civics, and other social sciences. Jerry, Amazon reader

Ey Wade's "Beads on a String" https://www.amazon.com/Beads-String-Special.../dp/1463696043

Mind Your Own Vagina. Ismet's Honor

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 13 Jul 2022 11:17:00 +0000

The most dangerous thing about the buffer zone being removed between the ranters and the women handling their lives, is the fact most clinics are set in strip malls.
So, when any woman walking to a store near these clinics, stands the chance of being harassed and maybe even hurt by someone who should mind their own business, it is a potentially dangerous situation.

Eventually, one of those self absorbed little women, praying against another woman who may need treatment for cancer or anything beyond contraception, will face the same treatment.

PRO - LIFE is not tattooed on their foreheads and a sign is not on their back. To every female protesting, YOU will be seen as just another vagina, man controls when it comes to being slurred. I'm always amazed how those who (wrongly)believe they are right, always look the angriest and craziest.

The Abortion Law(named so to stir up anger) was about health care, cancer screening, preventative care for men and women. As with any propaganda, the HEADLINE is to grab your attention. You need to read the blurb and the tiny print to be in the know. They say word of mouth will get the sale...word of mouth can also hurt you, sometimes kill you. Think for yourself.

In Ismet's Honor there is a scene where Sunny, as an ill 16 year old girl, abandoned by her mother has to cross through the crowd of overzealous ranters to visit one of the only clinics in her town.
ABOUT THE BOOK- Sunny Verdi Reyes, has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home, lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she wanted those things even more.
Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier and it would take more than wishful thinking to get him back.
At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion, Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and the white picket fence.
Now he spends his time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children.
Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting.
She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences.

Enjoy a small snippet from the scene:

The small flower pattern on the back of Belle’s shirt intermittently faded in an out. Sunny tried to

keep her attention focused on it. Her head had started hurting on the ride to the clinic and all she wanted to do was close her eyes. She’d stumbled a bit while getting out of the car and removing her things.

Belle was immediately at her side, grabbing one of the bags and leading the way. The grip she had on her hand, the support needed to continue going.

Sunny elbowed her way through the crowd of protesters blocking the entrance to the clinic. Their volatile, demeaning, chants, berating every female trying to enter as killers and trying- angered her.

Holding tight to Belle's hand, she shook off the unexpected grasp on her elbow. An older woman, face red and pinched, stared into her face, damning her to the fires of hell. Any other day, Sunny would've taken the words in stride and said nothing, but the woman's condemnation and her self righteous attitude was her undoing.

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Peeling Back the Skin #juneteenth #thisisamerica #thisisus #WeAreBeads #beyondblackhistorymonth #black365

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 19 Jun 2020 19:29:00 +0000

"We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel- we cannot change. As a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be accepting of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White."

Ignore the skin I'm in and get to know me for who I am. In saying this, I have to say I can't wait until February to make this point, there is so much to know about the Black race, all races, we should shout out 365 days.

If we are honest we will accept the fact, tension in the world boils down to the color of a person’s skin, ridiculousness. We can do all, be all, live in the White House and in the end, those of us who are Black, continue to be seen as blight. Maybe it's because some never bother to get to know the true person, they only look at skin tone.

In the history book Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History chapter three is titled Voices of Change it begins with this quote:

“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification.” 1 Corinthians 14:10 and has a section dedicated to activism and the people who stepped out to confront the injustices directed at people of specific ethnicity.Find Out More

Crash Into Me an excerpt from the novel When Clouds Touch https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01D6C8CKS #books #romance

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 29 Apr 2020 15:53:00 +0000

“Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.”  袖振り合うも多生の縁

Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from  either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision. Angels,  their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on  separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to  deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants. 

The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and a puff from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing separate but in the same direction, the angels resume their soothing. 

Both women reached the entrance to the Lamaze class at the same time. Neither paying attention to the other, one searching the contents of her purse, the other looking over her shoulder and urging her lagging husband to move faster. The collision of their large pregnant bellies causing a surprising halt to their forward motion. “
Whoa, Jesus Christ, did you feel that?” The purse digger rubbed her stomach. “I think she tried to jump right into you.”

“Whew! Yes, I felt it.” The other released a breath. “I thought my heart was going to stop, he jumped so hard. Look how he’s kicking.” She raised her top, exposing her trembling stomach. “He’s been so quiet lately, but he’s definitely awake now, Jaanu.” Turning to her husband, she stepped away from the door.
“I told you he was fine. Smart fellow,” The father pat his wife’s belly before pulling down her shirt. “already knows his attention should be on the ladies. I will do my best to teach him to respect them."
Three weeks later, Paisley lay in her little glass isolate, her face turned to her left and her eyes trying their hardest to focus on the face of the baby staring at her.
“His name is Malachi.”

Turning to face the voice whispering into her left ear, Paisley’s mother looked into the face of the mother from the Lamaze class.
“Oh, hi. So, that’s who he is. That explains it, I’ve been here ten minutes. The nurse has turned her face to the window three times and little Paisley always turns back to watch him. He’s quiet and content only when they're facing each other.”
“That’s so bizarre. Do you think infatuation starts young?”

“Sure seems that way.”

“I didn’t know you would be having your baby here.”
“I wasn’t supposed to, Paisley was in a rush. Seemed as if nothing was keeping her from coming. We go home tomorrow.”
“We leave in a couple of hours.”

And that's how they lived life, continuously rushing past destiny. 

Accidentally enrolled in the same baby classes, same schools-brushing past, but never really meeting. For years Paisley and Malachi’s paths running parallel, but never crossing. In school she would have the urge to lookup, see him watching her from across the room, hallway, schoolyard and move in his direction...only to have something redirect their steps. Until many years later, when fate stepped in as they bumped each while trying to enter the revolving doors of an office building. Her huge red wagasa 和傘 falling from her hands and landing at his feet.

Paisley clutched the material covering her heart as Malachi released a rush of air. One of his hands holding her elbow to steady her while the other put the Japanese umbrella back into her hands.

“You’d swear we’ve been through this before. Feels like deja vu.”    

“I know. I felt it too, geese.” She laughed, head down as she lifted her backpack to her shoulder. “I thought my heart was going to stop.” And stopped, she thought it had when she raised eyes and found herself looking up, into the face lowered to her height.  

For years she’d imagined what she would do if she had a chance to meet him face to face and now that she had, all she could do was stand like a love-struck groupie and calmly try to get her heart rate to slow down.

“Well, don’t die right here, we’re already holding up the line.” He indicated the people behind them with a tilt of his head. “You go first.” 

“Oh, gosh.” Turning, she hurried through the entrance. 
Digging her hand into the side of her backpack in search of a pen, she never slowed her forward movement, knowing full well a pause would cause the rotating momentum of the glass doors to stop abruptly. She was so intent on getting the pen and a slip of paper, she never noticed the rotation ceasing until she ran full speed into the door in front of her- hitting her forehead with such force, the flesh broke. She felt herself tumbling backward and braced herself for the pain from hitting the floor.

Almost as quickly as she fell, she maneuvered her embarrassed form into a position where she could use her elbow to push into a standing position. Paisley was surprised to feel her body lifted from the floor and the contracting muscles of a powerful chest tighten under her cheek as the forward movement of his body started the rotation of the doors to open into the foyer of the building. Continuing across the foyer until he lay her on the seat cushion of the nearest settee.

WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH

The Fishing Trip - Trapped Between Hero and Monster #thriller

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 17 Mar 2020 12:37:00 +0000

What do you do when your character seems to have crossed the moral boundaries?
What if your characters are stepping into roles many wish they could, in honest reality, apply to the deviant animals of life?
Would you change their story in order to please society?
In my mind, my characters are heroes. In their world they bounce against the walls of what's right and what's wrong. As Durham says,
"I’m sure if a common person were to find out about what I am doing they would be torn between two minds. One side would negate me into the role of a murderer while the other side, the more truthful side, would applaud me for taking a stand and ridding the world of useless and dispensable trash.
"

DURHAM

~At ten years old, Durham plotted his first murder. He watched all of the after school specials, tried telling the adults in his life, but nothing good came from it. How could it when most of the adults were the problem? His mom in her drug induced world had refused to keep the guy out of their lives. Somehow or other he and his little sister always ended up being the ones punished, whether it was through the foster care system or being returned home to live in a worse scenario - they always ended up back in the clutches of the stepfather.

Decatur Pugh would taunt them by saying he had bought them from their mom for a few pieces of crack. He would laugh and say they were more than his children they were and would always be his property. He had them believing he could do whatever he wanted to them which was why they were always returned. Life had seemed hopeless. His little sister was eight years old when she jumped out of a third story window at school and killed herself.

At ten years old Durham succeeded in killing his stepfather.~

JOSHUA

~From memory and constant practice he counted his steps. At his tenth step he shouted out the world ‘life’, a signal to Roman that he was on his way. They’d planned this scenario perfectly and at Roman’s response of ‘demanded’, he continued on to his next position with The Monster a few steps behind him. Swiftly zigging to the left and behind a tree he stopped, hand over mouth to stifle the sounds made from his effort to catch his breath.

The dark clothes he wore helped to make him invisible and The Monster continued in the direction of Roman’s voice. Everything was going as planned. Moving quickly and quietly he counted his steps to be in place for the next shout out. Thirty steps, around the fallen tree, and then crouch beside a row of bushes. This would put him in the most dangerous and vulnerable position, on the edge of the raven.

He could hear Roman’s light steps approaching instantly followed by the heavy thumps of The Monster’s shoes and his verbal tirade of obscenities and threats. At the sound of Roman’s shout of the word action’, he jumped out of his hiding place at the same time Roman made it through his maze and paused at his side. Throwing Roman one of the rods they had hidden during one of their practices they swung at the monster. Purposely smacking the back of his legs until his forward steps of attempted escape caused him to fall over the edge.

His screams and the final thud of his body as it hit the ground below released the tension from their bodies and they cheered in triumph. When the celebration ended, they did their best to clean any evidence of their involvement before running back through the dark, placing the rods to their places in the garage and creeping into their beds. The next morning they continued life as usual or as usual as living in Shiningbal permitted.~

PENNY

“Boy, I should kill you for that.”

“You can think you could, but you would be deceiving yourself. I’m going to tell you this one time,” Durham moved to press his nose directly into the man’s nose. “This girl here is mine and if you try to hurt her, you will die on the spot. If she doesn’t want to do this the deal is off. No if ands or buts. You will have to find your own kid.” He turned to her. He could see she was afraid and having her beat on was not and would never be a part of the plan. “You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t hurt you.” The cretin stood up straight and offered his hand in apology, not a single sign of sincerity anywhere in his eyes. Penny put her hands in her pocket and looked toward Durham.

“Girl, you know what we came out here for.” Durham looked straight at her, making sure his steady gaze would not sway her decision. “All I can do is promise I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Alright, that’s good enough for me.”

Moving to stand on the other side of Durham and furthest from the guy’s reach, Penny stood until the deal was settled and then moved to get in the car. Durham had already slid under the steering wheel and started the car and she, as was habit got in the back and assumed the guy was to get in the front. But he climbed in the back next to her and slammed the door shut.

She was immediately made aware the freak was the violent type of pervert who got his kicks from the brutality of the sexual act he would force on a child. Before she could get her defenses up he threw her on her back and practically had her pants off before the car was shifted into drive.

Totally engrossed in the fight to protect herself she was unaware of Durham pulling over or getting in the backseat. One minute she was in a struggle for her life and the next she was sucking in the last putrid gusts of breath the creep gasped. Durham, lifting the man's dead weight off of her, pushed him to the floor without saying a word until he was back behind the steering wheel.

"Listen, Penny. You can stop during this anytime you want. This is far more dangerous for you than it is for me. I don’t want anything to happen to you

"I’ll be alright.” Taking a deep breath she wiped the tears from her cheeks as she straightened her clothing. “Do you ever get tired of doing this Durham?" Feeling as if she would break down and cry in torrents, Penny kept her head down and out of his field of vision through the rearview mirror.

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noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 04 Mar 2020 16:26:00 +0000

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CHECK OUT THESE BOOK REVIEWS- Must read for History buffs!, bookmom -This review is from: Beads On a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History (Kindle Edition) BEADS ON A STRING is an approachable, conversational, and interactive history of diversity in America. Instead of a melting pot, Ey Wade envisions the country as a piece of jewelry where the contributions of all of the people who have immigrated here from all over the world add to the beauty of our society. It honors all of the peoples that contributed to this country in a nicely balanced way. Designed as a resource for students it suits the classroom or homeschool classroom but also is an enjoyable read for armchair historians and fans of the History Channel. It's a must read for history lovers. _____________ A Must-Read In So Many Ways, By Jonathan Ellis "This works." (New York, New York) This review is from: Beads On a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History (Kindle Edition) I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment. I was consistently fascinated by unexpected connections, accomplishments and contributions being added to the ongoing tapestry of our country by so many people from so many ethnic and cultural backgrounds, that I simply couldn't put the book down. If I could ask for anything more, it would literally be just that...more. This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. I can gladly recommend this book to anyone interested in the historical journey of the land we live in. Beyond that, I can just as easily recommend it to anyone who just likes a great read. __________ The Perfect Solution -Isn't!, By Patricia Hardy "patticake 545" (New Orleans,LA USA) THE PERFECT SOLUTION-A suspense of choices (Kindle Edition) The story dealing with the abduction of a pre-K student from a day care center shows the necessity for more stringent safety measures to be applied to all day care centers. The characters are sympathetically portrayed and you do feel concern for their predicament, but you just wanted to shake the people who ran the day care center and ask "What were you thinking" I would recommend this to anyone who would enjoy a well-paced suspense story. ________________ A Perfect Read !!!!, sjp (uk) - THE FISHING TRIP-A TRIAL BY WATER, EXECUTION AND A DELIVERANCE OF RETRIBUTION (Kindle Edition) Ms Wade, has shown the mastery that she truly has in the writing, construction, and execution of this book. It tells of how once you are something, no matter how well you try to mask yourself, the truth will ALWAYS rear its ugly head. The jumping back and forth works perfectly, as does all of the situations Ms Wade has created. I would highly recommend this book as a must read. I was unable to put it down, and felt a part of the story embedding itself into me. 100% perfect !!!! TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING: "Something very different There is a difference between being fated and being star crossed, being blessed and cursed. Yet sometimes its very difficult to tell and extremely difficult to convince a skeptic that fairy tales can come true even if you have to walk through the fires of hell to convince them. This is a most unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddler on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like a screen play complete with a musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original. There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter." A. E. Drury RIBBONS & BELLE: Book Diva "Infertility and abortion are two heavy topics to handle in a work of fiction well I couldn't do it. Ey Wade has done an outstanding job telling Tyson & Belle's road to family and relationship. Although a bit awkward at first it is a very enlightening story told from different perspective and circumstances. Well written and engaging. Very happy that I read this book! Approach reading this ready to start conversations because you will be talking about it long after the last page!!!" ISMET'S HONOR:Jude P "A Story Of Loss And Unrequited Love. Belle and Tyson's story in 'Ribbons and Belle' was heartbreaking but love won through in the end. Sunny was there for Belle but there was so much more that we were not told about her. So many unanswered questions. Now her story has been told and what a story it is! Ey Wade has done it again. This story will break your heart, make you angry, gasp and most definitely root for Ismet and Sunny. Another difficult subject is tackled in this story. We get to see the other side of paternity, the father's side and their rights to their children. Ismet is their hero who fights for their rights. He is a man who is a product of what life has thrown at him. He is the best man for the job. Sunny' life has not been the best and she has suffered at the hands of the people who should have cared for her. She has had to fight for the life she has. Sunny and Ismet should be together but there are so many deep rooted obstacles that you cannot see them achieving what they both want. Ey's writing has the effect of wringing every emotion from you. I loved this story. You will too."

5 Little Girls in an Alabama Bombing. Sept. 15,1963 @SarahCollinsRudolph

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 18 Sep 2019 12:44:00 +0000

On September 15, 1963 an act of racial terrorism was enacted on the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama. 15 church members were injured. Five little girls were in the basement restroom. Four of the little girls were murdered and one survived, Sarah Collins Rudolph. bit.ly/WeAreBeads #BeadsOnAString 1st history book to recognize her. #thisisamerica #multiracial #history

A small amount of numbers, as I've read in comments on articles concerning this horror. Some comments are too heartless to mention. Has America really lost its compassion? I really don't want to discuss this issue because it would run rabid with all kinds of negativity. Sarah was 11 years old, glass was and remains embedded in her body. She eventually lost an eye, was unable to become a mother and still has health issues. What I want to say is, it's time America learns about and also remembers that one little girl, Sarah Collins Rudolph. The one who is virtually forgotten and remains ignored by her home town as the survivor of a national, world horror. The one who, along with other members of the community, deserve some sort of compensation, the same as any other citizen of America who has survived acts of terrorism.

This feels like a second attempt at murder in my opinion. Mentally and emotionally. How devastating it must be to relive the experience over and over, to know you lost your older sister, and then to know the world you remain in is not there to comfort you. She's moved through life feeling forgotten. She testified at all three murder trials, but objects to the fact that there was never a trial for the attempted murder of her. Doug Jones, who prosecuted the last two trials, praised the significance of Sarah's testimony. But he said the statute of limitations for attempted murder had long passed by the time the state reopened the investigation in 1971. Sarah also resents that strangers benefit from her sister's death -- scholarships are given in the four girls' names -- while she says she's gotten nothing. "You'd think they'd do something for the living, but the dead get more, I'll tell you that," she says.-via CNN.com 50 years after Birmingham Church Bombing.

When you remember the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing on today, please go over to her face book page and give Mrs. Sarah Collins Rudolph a bit of comfort and a hug on the anniversary of her sister's death and in celebration of the life she has dedicated to keeping her memory alive and sharing the message of loving and caring for one another . Despite the fact her city seems to have forgotten her, she is getting recognition outside her state and around the U.S. Mrs. Rudolph has recently been added to the pages of America's only multiracial history book,

Beads o a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History and is honored as guest and speaker at national and state events.

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5 Little Girls in an Alabama Bombing. Sept. 15,1963 @SarahCollinsRudolph

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