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“Be Careful What You Say!”

Published April 30, 2014 by ladyserenity92

In a world that judges you on your words and karma,

Words are the most powerful weapons in the world.

Yesterday, Donald Sterling got the hammer thrown at him.

A lifetime ban from the NBA.

A fine of 2.5 million USD($).

And a reputation destroyed forever.

Remember this, guys!

There is no privacy when it comes to what you do and what you say.

No matter how you slice it.

Privacy is for who use it responsibly.

Privacy is not free nor is it a right.

Privacy is a privilege.

.Be careful what you say;

You may be recorded.

Use discretion when you use privacy.

Use your ‘free time’ responsibly.

Go for broke!

The Hidden EVIL of Flashbacks

Published April 28, 2014 by ladyserenity92

A web within a web!

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So you want to be a writer. Okay. I’ll be blunt because that’s my superpower. Check your conscience at the door keyboard. Writers are not civilized humans. In fact, we are the opposite. We are the reptilian brain to the power of a million. We probe and prod and poke the weak places. Great storytellers are nothing short of sadists. We take a perfectly empathetic/likable person, toss their life in a Vita-Mix and blend, churning that mixture from Level 1-1000.

That is called conflict.

Stories are about people with problems to be solved. Everything else is a travel brochure.

One of the reasons I LOVE teaching craft is I get to see the work/stories of other writers. Recently, I held my First Five Pages class and could hear the collective groans when I said, “NO FLASHBACKS. EVER.” But I am a benevolent dictator and instructed those submitting pages, that if…

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More ‘Old Wives’ Tales

Published April 27, 2014 by ladyserenity92

What is it about old wives tale that makes people live out their childhood fascinations? There’s one about a preying mantis coming  into your house at night. Or the one about people having thoughts about other people who are thinking about you.

I love the reports about the ‘bairingaru’ craze.

I might do more ‘bairingaru’ news pretty soon!

What do you think, Eh?

Go for broke!

The Guessing Game

Published April 24, 2014 by ladyserenity92

Having a lot of gaps and being on a long hiatus has made such a great deal of being a blogist.

I don’t know what surprises my blog will have as I text.

I’ll alway play the guessing game when it comes to blogging.

Who knows what I’ll “write” next.

Does Kero-Chan like honey cakes & golden jelly & tea?

Go for broke?

When Truth and Grace Collide

Published April 23, 2014 by ladyserenity92

I know a lot about truth and grace. Wish we had more of them in this cold and uncaring world.

MARILYN R. GARDNER

Every week on the show “Call the Midwife” I watch truth and grace collide. And I cry.

For those who know the show, I think you’ll understand. For those who don’t – you’ll have to trust me on this one. The show is based on the memoir of a midwife and takes place in the 1950’s in London’s East End, an impoverished area of the city where babies are birthed and life happens raw. Flats are small and crowded with kids, husbands are dock workers, and wives share walls with other wives, everyone in each other’s business. Into this landscape come a group of nuns and young midwives on bicycles, going into homes to birth babies, check up on mums, and sit with the weeping and rejoicing.

The nuns have their complines after their evening meals and their standards. They love God and they love people. They disagree with abortion, infidelity, abuse and neglect…

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Vincent(Flash Fiction)

Published April 12, 2014 by ladyserenity92

I don’t know how they came. They were streaks of light that fell from the sky. If memory serves me right, they were shooting stars. I never thought that shooting stars were signs of hope; nor would I ever believe that one day I would look back to see how those same shooting stars would stay with me long after they disappeared.

I was eleven-years old. I lived in Harlem, New York with my mother and twin brother, Norman in the year 1956. My dad died in War World II after the liberation. I never knew Dad, except in pictures of him with Mother.

Mother never married Dad. Mother always said that it could’ve been wonderful living a fairy-tale life with him. Dad was a German pastor who spoke fluent English at Mom’s church. In fact, he was her Au Pair growing up.

Back then, wealthy blacks manage to get by on their own; choosing education over money. In the photograph, Mother was happy in her swimsuit. On the beach with Dad, she was brown-skinned with black curly hair. Dad on the other hand had an alabaster complexion, thinning blonde hair and freckles.

I was so curious about Dad. I wanted to know more about him. I took Dad’s picture off the centerpiece and brought it over to Mom.

“When I first met him, his sliver eyes sparkled like stars,” she replied.

“Daddy had sliver eyes?”

Mom smiled a nostalgic smile.

“Your father was like a prince from a fairy tale. In fact, when I was twelve, he would tell me a story about the shooting stars. In the story, he once said that every time you see a shooting star, your wish will come true. After the shooting stars fade away, you will see an ugly rock in your path.

“Remember this, when you hear a voice that tells you to pick up that rock, turn it over and see the beauty that rock has.”

It was yesterday on my way to school that I saw an ‘ugly’ rock. I wanted to hit the boys bullying me with it. For some reason, I didn’t want to.

 

That night, out my window I saw them. Shooting stars soaring across the sky. As I watched the night sky, my brother was fast asleep.  Stars filled with hope and dreams, soaring across the night sky.

 

Saturday morning came. My brother was still stuck in bed and Mother was getting ready for her house cleaning job. I told her about the shooting stars.

“Vincent,’ she sighed. “Now you know it’s just a story. I stopped believing in shooting stars when Dad died. Now, don’t get too hopeful. Stay grounded.”

Talking to Norman about the shooting stars was a big no-no!

 

I left the apartment, discouraged. I came across the ‘ugly’ rock that I hated.

“Pick it up.” A voice told me.

I picked up the rock and turned it over.

And sure enough, they were gems inside the ‘ugly’ rock.

The End

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