Thursday, June 12, 2008

A Procession of One

The word bitch should be used solely in conjunction with the word grief. I promise you, if I ever hear another man call a woman a bitch, I don't care who he is, I'm going to hurt him. If I ever hear another woman call a man a bitch, I'll release a few choice words that will touch her core, but she'll be able to continue. Neither a man nor a woman can make you feel as sickening as grief can. I don't care what they do to you - cheat, lie, steal or slam you to the ground and run. Grief is the only bitch I know.

Grief intruded into my life June 4th 2008 at 4:20pm. That's when I received a call from my father's wife informing me that my daddy, Bobby James Hudson, was gone. She said it as calmly as she could. "Niecy, we lost Bobby today." That's when my procession of one began.

I proceeded to cry. I proceeded to yield to the shit feeling that was ravaging my body, because I couldn't fight back. I proceeded to collapse and let myself be gutted by grief. Grief cuts your insides and churns them at the same time, runs them over, burns them, and leaves them there expecting you to function as if oh well should be the next words you say.

The first steps of my procession were to see my daddy lying in his coffin. Simply visiting my daddy became viewing his body. I was at a wake that would never allow for sleep. This wake wanted tears and I obliged...boy did I oblige.

My procession kept going strong with then next day being more forceful than the first. The funeral told me to say goodbye. I only did so after God told me to hold onto His hand. He said that I will see my daddy later.

Next, the cemetery. Grief began to slither around my throat. It's hold grew tighter and tighter but I still saw the coffin which held my daddy - even with my shades on and my eyes closed.

I know we all go through this but it doesn't diminish the fact that my daddy broke my heart. I know he didn't mean to. I know he loved his babygirl. When I was younger my father told me that he wouldn't always be here. His words - "Babygirl, ya daddy ain't always gone be here." My words - "Well, where are you going to be?" Together we'd laugh. Lawd, I miss my daddy.

A father's love for his daughter is priceless. Fellas, you all can step up your game and you still won't measure up. My daddy made me feel SO special. His encouraging words to keep on babygirl, stick with it, success doesn't come overnight. Man, this hurts.

I wanted my father to see me make it. To him, I already did. He saw something different in me. He saw that I stepped out on faith and did what my passion told me to. I know that he was proud of me.

Bobby James Hudson was the first black man to work in an office position at the TAM Plant in Niagara Falls NY. 1968 didn't have a civil rights march for him - he was just being a provider for his family. Tuskegee Institute taught my daddy a few things. He took that knowledge and eventually opened his own store, Hudson Tile and Carpet in Ocala Florida. But that was after he showed others how it should be done at the Color Tile store in Niagara Falls NY.

My daddy and his ideas! I smile just thinking about them. Shaklee, Amway, Omaha Steaks and BARD (Bobby, Alice, Ronny, Denise) Security. His favorite food - fried chicken. Once my daddy told me that he could eat fried chicken every day! Why? "'Cause I was raised on it babygirl." Oh... I miss my daddy.

He taught my brother to keep a handkerchief in his pocket. My brother now has taught that to his sons. Something so simple. but something to be proud of still. He taught me to be me, and ain't nuthin' wrong with that :-)

Golf, golf, golf. Why did I say that golf was a dumb game...that all you do is walk around hitting a ball. Lawd, did I get a LECTURE on golf! I was a teenager. I'm 42 now and I have NEVER said a bad word about the game of golf since!

I'll hurt, I'll cry and still talk too much about my daddy. My procession will continue with me working it out and being the woman that Bobby James Hudson knew I could be.

I love you daddy.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Book Review - A Taste of Java - L.J. Wilson

A Taste of Java

L.J. Wilson

Gifted Pen Publishing

February 2008

ISBN - 978-1-60585-063-4

A Taste That Requires An Entire Purchase!

First time novel DIVA L.J. Wilson introduces us to Inga Tyler in A Taste of Java. Inga is a successful single woman who desires love, and believes she has found it with her best friend, Nathaniel Gates. True love can't be stopped...well that would depend on who you'd ask. Nathaniel's fiance Rochelle, or Charles Smith-McAlister - the man who Inga can't seem to get out of her mind, even when she is with Nathaniel.

Inga's friend Mona offers sound advice, but as with all friendships, the advice is never taken. When Mona finds love with Dwight, will Inga get IT, or continue to pursue a man who has never stopped loving another, or has he?

Whew is what I said a few times while reading A Taste of Java. There were pages that I wanted to slap Inga, and chapters that I wanted Rochelle to handle her.The fact that Ms. Wilson was able to evoke that type of emotion from me made A Taste of Java a good read. I was able to read and understand why the characters behaved and made the decisions that they did. The story flowed very well and left no loose ends for me.

A Taste of Java is filled with thought provoking conversations that will definitely make you think about your life and what you would do if faced with certain situations. A book that entertains, makes you think, and pray that it has a happy ending is a winner for me!

In all honesty, there was one thing that I didn't like about the book. When I reached the end, I felt that there should have been a gift certificate for a return visit!

Well done, L.J. Wilson, well done.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
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Saturday, May 10, 2008

What Shade Are Your Purple Panties?

Background Story - The erotica writer and mastermind behind Strebor Books, Zane, put out a call for submissions for Strebor upcoming anthologies. The SEXY One, me, sent in two stories for two seperate anthologies, and they both were accepted. I have a story titled, Beauty in Succulent: Chocolate Flava 2, and The Finest Man, in Purple Panties: An Anthology.

More Background Story - Succulent: Chocolate Flava 2 was released on February 5th, 2008 and spent six weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List.

The Reason for This Post - Purple Panties: An Anthology was released May 6th, 2008 and - scroll down

I don't get it. Maybe because I'm a writer and my imagination tricks me into believing that there is a place for everything. Many subjects I don't agree with, but there is an audience for it. If you don't feel like purchasing a ticket to fill one of the auditorium seats for the show, should you be allowed to comment on the performance?

Purple Panties: An Anthology is a collection of stories written by the industry's top erotic writers - myself included :-),and are about lesbian relationships. Am I a lesbian? No. I do think women are beautiful, hell, I'm SEXY - I know what I'm talking about. I have a collection of romantic shorts titled LuvMe, that will be released soon. There are a couple of lesbian hook-ups in there. Why do I write about lesbian relationships if I'm not one myself?

Women are SEXY. Women are BEAUTIFUL. Women make the WORLD go AROUND. Women have to be CELEBRATED. Do I want to introduce my tongue to a woman's tonsils? To date, no. Do I want to lick a woman all over her body? To date, no. Everyone has a favorite flavor, but just because I don't share your taste doesn't mean your taste has to cease to exist. The world has more than 32 flavors, and free scoop night doesn't come around once a year. What's your problem?

Recently I saw two men and their children. The little girl asked her daddy where was daddy. Damn. The child was a black female and the man was white. My shoulders wiggled on their own as if to say WHAT? Then I shook it off. Sometimes you can't help who you love.

Family = 1 daddy + 1 mommy + 1 son + 1 daughter

The 1970's were simple to me, but when my daddy heard Marvin Gaye singing, What's Going On he knew something was up.

It's 2008 and what's going on from my eyes is this - the melting pot has boiled over. Can a monogamus relationship between a male and a female survive when it seems so "legal" to go for what you think you know? Should you apolopgize for the views of others when behind closed doors nobody but God's eyes can see what you or they are doing? Have you ever looked at a woman and "mistakenly" thought I wish I could have some of that versus I wish I had a body like her's?

Uh-huh...ain't nobody gonna admit to anything that puts them in the bad light of the popular vote. Reality has taught me that everyone is different. I gave the book Purple Panties: An Anthology, to one of my coworkers and she took it proudly. She asked me to autograph it and couldn't wait to tell people that she knows an author! OOHIT! OOHIT! Another coworker gave me the book back and said she didn't want people to look at her funny, and think that she was gay. Another wouldn't even touch to book! That reaction was funny to me because it ain't like she's cute and sho' ain't SEXY! Any woman or man that looks at her has to have cataracts or botched laser surgery...okay, okay...

I got over my hang-ups when I had children. If one or both of my daughters love women will I not love them? Ah, hell no. Dem dere' is my babies. MINE. If my nephews love men will I not love them? Ah, hell no. I have whooped and wiped their asses...we have a connection.

Purple Panties come in all shades. Whatever shade you wear; wear them proudly, and keep on livin' the spectacular life that you were born to live.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

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