Every year, I look forward to February for so many reasons. First, it’s my birth month. Next, it’s Black History month where Black American history is researched, discussed, and challenged. Then, there is Valentine’s Day, the Super Bowl of love
Not only am I an author, trust me, I’m definitely a character. The most popular one is Grandma BB. Mrs. Beatrice Tilley Beacon a.k.a. Grandma BB steals the show every time she struts into a scene. Her wit, sassy unapologetic
Isaiah 55:8-9: For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Every year, I donate a basket of goodies to be raffled off at the annual RT Booklovers Convention. To win, persons had to give their names and email addresses as a way for me to build my monthly newsletter list.
I’ll admit there are a lot of things about my family history I don’t know. Imagine that, since I love researching my genealogy. While attending my aunt’s funeral last month, I was a surprised to learn that my relative was
Fashion consultant Sandra Nicholson catches the eye of pretty boy Raimond Mayfield whose priorities have evolved over the years to include God first, followed by his business and restoring broken relationships. As the pair get to know each other, they
“Down But Not Out” was the title of my sermon in church yesterday. The enemy is always on the attack. He uses our spouses, family, friends, jobs, and even our church family to bring us down. Sometimes our trials come in
In a few days, I’ll travel to Omaha, Nebraska, to fellowship with the ladies from Sharon Seventh Day Adventist Church for a Hat & Glove Tea Sisterhood program. I have my hat and pearls, now I have to find the
Yep, He called me out, and ironically, the accusation was thrown at me as I finished my draft for the 8th book in my Guilty series, The Confession. Put the celebration on hold. First, I had some repenting to do.
Recently, I attended a memorial for the older sister (61 years old) of a friend who had died years earlier. Through the grace of God Jeanni lived to see her daughter’s 16th birthday, then she slipped away at the age