Wanda's Way

Albany Queens of Comedy!

2012-02-13T08:51:00.001-08:00

The shows were BANGIN'! Where ever you are, if you can, please check out and support local entertainment. Big thangs are happening and we all have to start somewhere!

If you're in the Albany NY area please support The Book Club located at 153 South Pearl Street! Ali and Arlene Brathwaite have a VERY NICE establishment; you won't get shot either! Check them out!

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Albany Queens of Comedy!

2012-01-23T12:09:00.000-08:00

Come on out and get a little luv! Awwwwwwwww, baby!

My First Bike!

2011-12-22T07:26:00.000-08:00

Isn't she lovely? The wheels, the kickstand, the seat! Pure beauty! I so love her! Huh? Yeah, I'm a grown woman and this is a child's bike. What does that have to do with anything? Oh, I'm sorry! Let me explain!

This is my daughter Dasia's Christmas present from "Santa." She's 8 and she asked for a bike this year. When "Santa" heard the words, "Mommy, I want a bike," "Santa" nearly burst into tears. Her words bought back memories of longing and wishing that my parents would buy me a bike. When I was a child I NEVER had a bike of my own. What kind of childhood is complete without a bike?

See, one time when I was mmmmmmm, maybe 7, my 2 friends rode up and down the sidewalk on a banana seat bike. It was 3 of us on one bike, but that's what kids do; a whole lotta stupid stuff. We didn't know it was a dumb thing to do, we just knew it was fun!

After a few laughter filled rides our fun came to an ,"Awwww, dayum! They done bust they asses," ride! I was in front and had control (or so I thought) of the handle bars and was the main peddler. It was my friends bike, so I knew my ride would soon end and I'd only have a bike in my dreams. I went hard for mine! My going hard turned into my falling on my face, chipping my front tooth, busting my lip and my knee!

Talk about a child screaming! I can't recall if my friends got to' up like I did. I think they fell on top on me('-') Somebody picked me up and walked me home. I mean I was screaming. Once I saw the blood running down my leg I got louder. My face stung, too. I got $#*&@# WAY UP!

All I wanted was comfort and for my face to stop stinging and throbbing. Instead I got blasted! My mother grabbed my arm and yelled, "I'm taking you to your father!" I guess I interrupted her soap opera. When my father saw me he grabbed me and commenced to whoopin' my entire pained ass! Why? I was already screaming, my leg was bleeding, my face stinging...Why? I guess I interrupted his next swig...('-')

I still don't understand why I got blasted by my parents. The old you shouldn't have been on the bike in the first place comes to mind, but dayum? Getting blasted on top of already being to' up? I love my parents, I really do. The 70's...the 70's...

You know, for the longest time I thought my nose was flat from the bike accident. And then I studied my mother's face. Thanks Ma for that the flat wide nose...good lookin' out.

That fateful day led to my parent's never buying me a bike. When my father said, "Don't ask 'cause you ain't gettin' it," you didn't ask. I'll have to write about my love for Crayola Crayons and Cranberry Sauce, too. One can of Cranberry Sauce during the holidays! What's the matter with people? Make sure you read the post, Nilla Luv. Can't get a Vanilla Wafer? Awwww, naw!

Maybe Dasia's bike will help me get over the anguish of never having a bike of my own. I have it hidden in the hallway that leads to the basement. Dasia never goes out there, but her momma looks at the bike every night before bed and every morning. My tooth is still chipped and each time, which is numerous times a day(I'm a lip gloss goddess)I see it I remember how it happened. I guess the older you get the more you long for the good old days of your youth. Sometimes we tend to focus on what we didn't have versus the needs that we did. My parents provided a roof over my head, food, doctor visits and clothes. In all honesty, what child cares about that? I wanted a dayum bike!

Anytime I had the opportunity to ride a bike I went in with it! Other kids probably thought what's the matter with her. Why is she peddling so hard and riding like it's the last time she'll ever see a bike? If they only knew...

Thankfully I have the chance to ride again! Well, through the eyes of Dasia. Looking at life through the eyes of a child makes everything look huge and so much better! Now close your eyes, pretend you're 8 years old and look at My First Bike! Isn't she gorgeous?

Merry Christmas!

Live Like You're Living!

2011-11-09T07:44:00.000-08:00

I know that's not the phrase. Usually folks say live like you're dying. Dying? Why? When something is dead it doesn't work anymore. No kick start, no medicine or battery boost will help, either. Last call; kaput. Living is breathing, life, hopes, dreams, and action. Which do you prefer?

Believers live and keep on living. Do you live like you're living? When you wake up is there joy in your heart about the plan He has for you that day? Are you passionate about where you work, your children, your mate, your finances, your hobbies, dreams and goals? Do you wake up ready and go to bed fulfilled? Or do you carry death like you and it are best friends? Complaining. Miserable. Angry just because? I hate my job...I can't stand this or that...I wish I could do...I should do...I don't have enough money for...When I get this I'll...

Maybe you're one of the "they" "he" or "she" people. Always talking about what other people do. Waiting for them to fail, so you can talk more. Where is the living for you in that? Waking up day to day to revel in someone else's pain moves you forward like the ink pen Monopoly piece. Uh, you big dummy, there is no ink pen Monopoly piece. Nuthin' from nuthin' leaves nuthin'...

Once again "death" has shocked us. The recent passing of Andy Rooney, Joe Frazier, and Heavy D. got us talking. Death comes in 3's! Uh, have you checked the obituary columns lately? Maybe they weren't a celebrity to you, but I'm sure they were a star to someone. Death can add much higher than 3. It upset the Reverend Jesse Jackson so much he added one more - Ruby Dee. Then he realized it was Heavy D. I always said no one can understand what Jesse says('-')

Take a moment to examine each of the men who have passed on. Do you think they lived? I think so. God gave them a passion, a desire, a talent and the drive to fulfill it. They didn't waste time waiting to live - they got life IN!

We all say life is to short. Hmmmm..is it to short for the living or to short for the folks who are waiting to die? Go on and say it. What about when children die? Babies? I don't understand that, either. Lessons...joy...appreciation...a gift. Walk a mile or take a few steps in someone's shoes who has experienced it and maybe you'll have a better grasp of it. I will say that I don't want to leave this life just yet. I would imagine that the average person doesn't. I'm living! For years I was a want to do person and now I get it done! Nah, I can't financially live off my earnings from comedy, writing or radio, but I am living from it. I'm living from my daughters, my friends, my family, MY life. When you live, you learn, you appreciate and grow. But when I do go know that I love my life, most of the people in it, and of course you.

Its nice to leave a memory, but I want to hear what I made you remember about me. The men who are the basis for this blog received living accolades. Nice...

Everyone isn't born to be in the spotlight. Everyone was born to appreciate themselves, though. Are you passionate about what you do and who you are? Are you working to get by? For survival? How many changes are you willing to make to live?

Life is a gift with your body being the Christmas wrapping paper. It's gets used, torn, wrinkled and eventually discarded. The body is gone, but they're still living. If you're blessed to breathe until the age of 96 don't look back and say where, keep moving forward and know why. Turning the clocks back may not stop you from leaving this earth, but it may give you a little extra time to live like you're living!

I luv you

I Do! Well, I Thought I Did...Uh, I Don't...

2011-11-02T07:21:00.000-07:00

The world is in an uproar over the recent announcement of Kim Kardashian's decision to divorce her husband of 72 days, Kris Humphries. Aaaaaaaaaah, the sky is falling! Uh, world, put the brakes on. This is so not news, well, not new news. People get divorced and break up everyday. 72 days, 5 years, 2 weeks, the time frame varies, but life goes on.

Why go through with a marriage if you're not going to work at it and invest in it? I don't know. I've never been married and believe if I had gotten married I would be divorced, too. There was one man that I would've really tried to make it work with - no matter what. The rest I think we loved each other as much as the other one did, so uh, sorry...('-')

Kim K. is in love with being in love and everything that comes along with it. Hey, there's nothing wrong with that and besides, she just realized that she's lactose intolerant. That gal knows she likes the dark meat. Yah'll know you can't suppress what your substance or your core being is. Why do you think crazy people go crazy? It's because they're trying so had not to snap that it just explodes out of them. Technically, they're not crazy, they're just going through some thangs.

All the media attention on celebrity divorce made me think. If I had gotten married I might, by the slim chance of a broke ass man pockets, get some alimony. I reflected on a few of my relationships and have summed up that something was seriously wrong with me. I had to have a mental/chemical imbalance to listen and tolerate some of the idiotic actions of my partners at the time. I've come to the conclusion that I was in a state of dumb -ass - ded - ness and should receive some kind of compensation. I've written a letter to the State of New York that requests disability payments for me for the rest of my life. People get off in murder cases pleading temporary insanity; I should get something, too. (if you continue to laugh please leave my BLOG now)

Is anyone ever sure about their mate? I think we want our mate so much at that time that believe we are. I know I thought I was. I wanted to make it last forever(somebody please tell Keith Sweat to call me) Wanting what you want is what makes the world go around. Wanting and getting what you need, awwwww dayum! It does happen, but not for many of us. See, we want the feel good and the look good. I want a nice looking man to dig my back out versus the brother that has it together with the the gorilla flair. Nah, bruh, nah, you can't make no banana split ova' here. God didn't put us on this earth to be alone. Men and women go together like a plug in a socket; a perfect fit. It's when we try to connect with the wrong one is when all the problems come. Sparks that fuel electrocution, which leads to divorce.

How long should you date someone before you give it up? When you do give it up if its good are you in love? If it isn't do you shake it off as nerves and try again? And at what point do you decide to get married? If they don't do everything you want them to do do you marry them anyway and find someone else on the side or down low (NASTY)who will? Why get married then? And if you're not in love why stay married? Comfort? Money? Kids? Stupid shyt? Don't ask me 'cause I'm asking you. Any why should I listen to your advice. You ain't married or in a relationship. But then again, experience does make you better. Or is is bitter? ('-')

The topic of love and marriage will last longer than all of us on this physical earth and then some. All I can say is if you do, great, if you thought you did, work on it to be sort of sure, and if you don't, hopefully your break up won't stop you from trying again.

I luv you

Are You That One?

2011-09-19T08:47:00.000-07:00

Every family has one. If it’s you, treat it as an honor. A special blessing was placed on you and no matter where you are in your journey, the rest of the way will be smooth. You may not see it or believe it now, but it will.

Being that one isn’t so bad when you look at yourself through your eyes. It’s everybody else’s eyes that have a problem with you. See, that one is the one who sometimes needs a little help to get by. That one can’t keep a job – not because they’re not a great worker, but because of being laid off or a position elimination that one is forced to hit the pavement again. Can’t you just hear your family talking about you now?

“Yea, that one lost their job again. I hope they go down to the welfare and get some food stamps or something. You know they’ll be asking to borrow money soon.”

They never mention when you were working you gave them money for whatever without question. Well, nobody ever views the truth clearly when they talk about that one anyway,

That one is the one who made a bad decision and as they’re telling you what happened you judge them before the next syllable comes from their mouth. That one is the one who you listened to on Monday, but when you saw their number on your Caller ID you decided not to pick up ‘cause you know they’re going to ask for something. See, that one can only be your friend on your terms. That’s fine as long as you keep it one hundred, but you can’t when you smile in that one’s face and bust they’re ass to everyone else.

That one is the one who succeeds all the time. Weak finances, bad relationships, circumstances that follow you around for the fun of it and employment that never measures up to your worth. But then again, you can’t put a price on that one. That one makes their life happen the way they want it to and doesn’t settle for what is thrown at them. Gossip makes the world go around and around. When it’s gossip about a person who has to struggle a bit…whew, that’s like the world spinning on a Harlem Globetrotters finger.

If you’re that one you never hit rock bottom as long as you remember that there is a rock at the bottom to hold on to. The solid rock that is He.

A family is made up of members who have many titles. Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, Grandfather, Grandmother, Half This, No Blood Relation That and now That One. If you’re not that one stop running your mouth. Staying in a comfort zone because you’re afraid to live for you ain’t comfortable. Ask yourself Are You That One? You probably already know but don’t want to admit it. Shame is a cover-up for fools. Embrace it, release it and continue being that one until. Keep on pushin’; greatness awaits you.

I luv you

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2011-09-17T03:41:00.000-07:00

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That STOOPID ish...

2011-09-12T07:16:00.001-07:00

Sometimes people say things that they absolutely know are ignorant, but want you to believe that what they say will benefit you. Lately I've heard more than my share of That STOOPID ish, and I have to get it out. Read, laugh, and hopefully if you're on the receiving end you'll know how to deflect it. If you're the one scooping it up - you're the type of dumbass that has a Master's Degree.

1. I'll put in a good word for you...
2. Don't worry about it; I already talked to "them" for you...
3. I did it for you...
4. If you do this it will benefit you, not me...
5. If I were you I would...
6. Don't go ask, they'll just tell you no...
7. I didn't think you wanted it...
8. You don't need to be at this meeting; I'll let you know what happens..
9. You should do it like this...
10.Everybody else agrees with me, so you might as well, too...

When you first hear any of these statements, especially if you don't hear them within the same day or week, you may think they're beneficial. NOPE. Don't be fooled by That STOOPID ish. These statements are usually made by people who know you can do their job better than they can and want to make sure you never find out. That STOOPID ish doesn't discriminate nor does it have favorites. Anyone can be a victim because it attacks you at work, your home life and goes extra hard when its financial.

1. I forgot to sign the check? Oh...send it back to me so I can sign it and then I'll send it back to you so you can get your money...
2. I lost my job due to the economy so I can't pay child support until I find another job and I don't know when that will be 'cause I gotta...
3. Do you have any extra money that I can have? I can't pay it back so don't be asking me for it if you give it to me...
4. We don't offer direct deposit but you can't pick your check up until after four and the girl who hands out the checks is off today so you'll have to get it tomorrow...
5. I got the money that I owe you and I will give it to you if you come with me to the mall. If I don't spend it I will give it to you, I promise...
6. Well, he was supposed to pay the bill and since he didn't I'm getting the money from you since you're his sister...
7. Well, since he was supposed to pay the bill he can pay you the money back that I borrowed from you to pay the bill...
8. You can put it all on one tab and I'll just give you what I owe when we get outside...
9. I know you got some money. I don't see why you can't give me some...
10. Naw, I still don't have a job so I can't pay child support, buy a Christmas gift or a birthday present...

That STOOPID ish never goes away. Over the years it has reinvented itself to suit the times. The sad part is, is that we change right along with it and continue to allow it into our life.

1. I'll never cheat again...
2. I thought I could get away with it. Please forgive me...
3. She don't mean nothing to me...
4. I married you didn't I...
5. I only did it 'cause I didn't have anything else to do...
6. I don't know how that number got into my wallet...
7. If you love me you would...
8. You believe her over me...
9. My phone didn't have service last night...
10.She's just a friend....

How do you combat That STOOPID ish? It's easy, but most people won't do it. When someone says some stoopid ish to you immediately put dat ass on BLAST! Don't let them walk away, check'um where they stand.

"Hey, uh, I was gonna help you, but I just remembered that I have something to do..."
"You know you just said some stoopid ish, but it's cool. I expect that kinda stuff from you..."

And then simply walk away. They'll stand there looking at you like, "Huh? I know she didn't just call me out." Let'um stand there. Most people who know they're wrong don't like for you to know their wrong. That just ain't right in their book. Hey, life goes on.

That STOOPID ish is coming to a sentence near you - you have been warned.

I luv you.

Does Death Become You?

2011-09-06T14:36:00.000-07:00

Recently I attended the funeral of Mr. Henry (Hank) Shoultz. Mr. Shoultz was someone who I didn't know for very long, but I knew him long enough to know that he loved cheese peanut butter crackers. I knew him long enough to know that he was loved and that he is someone who will be missed and remembered.

The repast for Henry was held at the church following his burial. I didn't attend the burial ceremony. Instead, I wanted to help get things ready for his family and others when they returned. Have you ever wanted to slap an entire group of people at the same time? You know, line them up, slob up ya hand and just let it rip down the row? While I stood in the church kitchen offering my services slapping folks was the main thought that occupied my mind.

Is it that serious that you need to plot out how much food you're going to take home after everyone leaves? Really, yo fat ass is watching the pan? When it gets to a certain level you'll remove it from the table, so you can have leftovers? Oh, wait, you're not even going to put certain items out because you want to make sure you get extra?

Death becomes you if you behave like no one died or that you never will. Why do "we" act like that? Someone dies and "we" decide to get closer to God and to our families all while we're rummaging through the deceased' belongings. We argue over who is going to get what when we don't deserve it in the first place. Going hard for some fried chicken and cabbage? That's why yo fat ass is a fat ass.

I was so disappointed to see grown folks being disrespectful and outright greedy. Didn't they understand that Mr. Henry Shoultz is gone? He died? He's dead? Do they understand a soul, heaven, hell? Evidently not.

If you've followed my blog or know me you may know that I have issues with death. I didn't notice much when my father died. Now I'm wondering if people fought over food in the kitchen while I sat a few feet away and cried.

Death becomes you if someone else's death turns into a story all about you. Death becomes you if you're claiming items from someone and their still alive. What do you mean what if they're terminally ill and only have a few months to live? Shame, but you're terminally ill and don't know it.

One day we'll all die a physical death. Until that day comes, don't let death become you. You can't see it on yourself but its not a good look to have.

I luv you.

p.s.
And to the lady who tried to hide the peach cobbler 'cause her friend made it; the cobbler was quite nasty...('-')

The Help - My Opinion

2011-08-09T07:43:00.000-07:00

Last night I had the opportunity to attend an advanced screening of the movie The Help. I saw television previews for it and had decided it was a movie I'd wait to see when it was released on DVD. The previews made me think, "Oh here we go...another po' sad black lady shall overcome story..." Well, it is a po' sad black lady shall overcome story and it is one that should be told.

Everybody has a story and most will never make it to print or the big screen. Most will get passed down through generations and get changed to suit the teller or stop because people are tired of talking about it. Stories like The Help make me think of my ancestors and what if it were me. A movie that's entertaining, gets the point across and makes you think is a winner for me.

The movie The Help is based on the book, The Help, released in February of 2009 by Kathryn Stockett. I didn't read the book and probably won't, but I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. The story is set in Mississippi in the 1960's and centers around maids who work in white folks homes. Hey, in the 60's South there weren't many job opportunites for black people, let alone women. A writer, Skeeter (Emma Stone) comes home from college and wants to write a book from the help's point of view. Aibileen (Viola Davis) and Minnie (Octavia Spencer) are the maids who get the stories rolling. And boy do the stories roll!

Cicely Tyson has a small role and you know Miss Jane Pittman delivered. The movie is humorous, courageous, poignant, and so very thought-provoking. The Help reminded me of the Color Purple, another story that had to be told. I judged the preview on the we all look alike (somebody said that on the boat so it must be true) (oh, Wanda, bad black girl...('-')assumption. I won't give the story away, but will say if you have a choice to see one good movie this summer and this type of movie is your flavor, check it out.

The audience applauded at the end and was a mix of black women and men, as well as white women and men. Seeing the audience made me realize that the movie wasn't made to degrade black women or show them as less deserving or ignorant, but instead to tell a story that belongs to all of us - history. We've come a long way baby; stories like The Help prove and reiterate the fact that we need to keep on going.

I luv you.

Are You Better?

2011-08-06T11:45:00.000-07:00

It's said when you know better you do better. What if you know better, but because of "situations" you keep doing the same thing? I say an excuse isn't a reason for anything but failure. Can it be that sometimes in life an excuse is the only reason you have?

If you keep doing things the same way you keep getting the same results. Do you get the same results if you do them in different situations or with different people? It didn't work once or twice so you know better right? Maybe...but the third time is the charm. Ahhh, failure makes you continue to try. The question is when do you decide you know better? When do you try to do it differently?

Something as simple as crossing the street made me think about how I can do better. A few weeks ago I saw a story about a mother who faced jailtime because her son was killed while they crossed the street. Instead of crossing at the crosswalk they jaywalked. You can read the entire story here - Raquel Nelson Two days later I had to cross the street with my daughter. Did I go to the crosswalk? No. I crossed at the middle of the street seeing the building I wanted to enter was right there. I knew better but didn't do better. Excuse? Explanation? Failure on my part?

Parents who stand on the curb with their child in the stroller in the street. Will that make you cross the street faster or make your child get hit sooner as the car speeding down the street tries to beat the light, or swerves, or has a tire blowout or you fill in the blank__________.

Looking down the train tracks to see if the train is coming. Does that make you get to your destination faster? What if you fall on the tracks? Where does that get you? Leaving your kids in the car while you just, "Run in to get one thing." What if another car hits yours? Maybe someone will decide at that moment to steal your car. How about, "Oh we're only going around the block, so you don't need your seatbelt." Did you ever consider the other car that's coming in the oposite direction around the same block that's speeding and not paying attention to anything else?

How many times have you known better, but continued to do the same old thing anyway? Check your actions, relationships and behaviour. How many times has a mistake made by someone else given you one more chance to do better? The death of a child usually makes us pay attention, but for how long?

Am I judging the mother who had to go through this ordeal? No. My heart hurts for her. She lost her child trying to do better. She wanted to get her family home as quickly as possible. I wonder though if you fail when you try to better yourself do you give up and stay in your rut? I don't but the opportunity to repeat the action has happened many times.

Think about how many times you've said this is the last time that I'll ever blah, blah, blah. One time it just might be your last time. Evaluate you and ask Are You Better? Go deep with it; your answer will surprise you.

I luv you.

COMING SOON - A Sheltered Life

2011-08-04T07:38:00.000-07:00

EXCERPT - My first son was born when I was fourteen. Daddy named him Jesse. He said he would grow up to be a better man than he was since he had more of his genes; some from him and some from me. He said mama couldn’t make him stronger than I could. When all you hear is shit all you believe is shit. Some shit is ugly, some shit hurts, but all shit stank. I was raised in a pile of it and my life reeked of ignorance.

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Luv Me - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

2011-08-04T07:30:00.000-07:00

EXCERPT - What I have is more than a simple crush. It’s a luv sickness that consumes me. My stomach flips, my eyes flutter, and I have nearly fainted when he passes. He changes his cologne often and each time the scent pulls me closer to him. He is the leader of my mind. My nostrils inhale him deeper and deeper until a passionate confusion kisses me. This dark man was meant to luvme...

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Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

2011-08-04T07:26:00.000-07:00

EXCERPT – There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he'd go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin`it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore.

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Faith Is...

2011-06-30T07:07:00.001-07:00

If you can't see if do you believe it? What does trust look like? How about love? You can feel it so it must be real, right? It has to exist. Ahhhh, faith! The one thing we all need...but what kind and how much?

When you talk to God do you hear His reply? "They" say that's what faith is. Your belief that He answers you and is working in your favor. I talk to God and sometimes I can't decipher if He's responding or if it's my mind saying what I want to hear. "They" say be still and you'll hear Him. In my stillness I hear noise from outside and sounds I otherwise wouldn't notice. My belief in my version of faith is what keeps me waiting, in silence, for one word from Him.

We put our faith in many things. Faith that our relationship will work out, that we'll get that big promotion or move on to better living conditions. If it doesn't work out the way we wanted do we doubt faith? Do we get angry and give up? Afterall, it's hard to believe in a physical being; believing in something you can't see is an entirely different task in itself.

We say prayer changes things. I believe it does, but not overnight. For me living from paycheck to paycheck just gets on my nerves. I have faith that my situation will change. I look at it this way, I'm living and moving forward in my passion. Yeah, it's gonna change. I may not eat what I want to eat, but at least a sista is eating. Faith is finding the big bright light in any situation. Some folks say there is no bright spot, but say they have faith. Hmmmm...I'm not the judge, but I disagree. What say you?

Many people had faith that the marriage equality bill would pass in New York State. Now this is where I get confused. I think faith is a connection to God and one connection to God is the Bible. In the book of Leviticus, Chapter 20:13 it reads:

-If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.-

That verse is from the Old Testament. Does that mean its outdated? Should the Bible change to suit our faith or should we abide by our faith in it?

The Casey Anthony trial. Where does your faith believe? If you believe she's innocent you're doing alright, if not, then what? Do you keep on hoping she'll do something to turn it around in your faiths favor? Should you put your faith in wanting someone to get "it"?

There's so much dissension in the world and everybody has faith that their way is the right way. Peace surrounds faith; not confusion. Does that mean if you're at peace with your decision it's right? Man...makes me wonder...it really makes me wonder.

I believe there is a Higher Power that guides us in life. Is my faith smarter than yours? Better? More politcally correct? And does politics have anything to do with faith? Some decisions make me say no, but that's just what I think. What about you?

For me my faith in Him to guide me in my life is all I have. Do I wonder about other people? Of course I do. Well, that's basically what all humans do. Talk, share, grow and learn. Alot of things I don't get. Alot of things are not for me to get. I do have faith that we can all live together as one nation...of to' up people. Sometimes the right to disagree is wrong; it always makes room for someone's faith to go bankrupt. Should faith be what you make it? I don't know, I do know that Faith Is...or do I?

I luv you.

Wanda's $10 Task...('-')

2011-06-06T18:12:00.000-07:00

Wanda + Sled = FUNNY

2011-01-06T16:05:00.000-08:00

Don't I look like I'm going to rob somebody? Awwwww, baby! LOL

Wanda D. Hudson

Thank God and Go

2011-01-01T15:40:00.000-08:00

Another beginning, another ending, joy, love and fear. As I watched the ball drop these emotions pumped through my veins. Fear of failure is the strength you need to succeed. Will we succeed? Yes! Why? Believe, thank God and go!

2010 was all about forward motion for me. I picked up 'um up, put 'um down and stepped my way into me. Or at least I began walking towards who and what Da FLY Hunny is supposed to represent. You won't get it sitting down and talking about it. No one will bring it to you, either. You're not that special. The world will continue to spin and if you choose to sit and talk about what everyone else is doing, sit. You'll be good and dizzy with envy while everyone else is making their IT happen and no one will care what you have to say anyway. Solution? Thank God and go!

One fact that we must never forget is that we're all going to die. When, where and how most of us don't know, but it is going to happen. My legacy won't be what I wanted to do, but instead, she did this, that, loved and left us this. What will your legacy be? Will you be remembered as someone who ran their mouth or someone who people ran their mouths about?

The recent death of R&B singer Teena Marie saddened me. My mind flooded with memories of listening to her music as a teen. I thought about a summer day in Niagara Falls New York walking down the sidewalk bopping to her song Behind The Groove. I had a small radio at my ear and a small red tube top on my chest. Add a pair of blue jean shorts and jelly shoes and I was it! You couldn't tell me anything! Well, my daddy did. He came out on the porch, saw me half dressed and yelled for me to get in the house and put some clothes on! I didn't have any titties so I don't know why he was so upset.

That thought reminded me of forward motion. We can never go back. I'll never be a teen again, my daddy will never give me advice like only he could, and I'll never bop down the street to another new Lady Tee song again. So what do you do? Do you lay dormant afraid of what your future holds? No, you step into a reality called life, thank God and go!

We all say where did 2010 go. We wonder - WOW, time really does fly by. The past can be a beautiful thing if you are living your you. No regrets, forgiveness, and life. A fresh start is a good thing but you can make a change anytime. You may not have a grip on what your passion is, but I know that it isn't laying in misery waiting on someone else to get it together. Each breath you take is for you. Life can suck the life out of you if you let it. Be aware of your surroundings, what you say and how you present yourself. A frown on someone may be them trying to hold in gas, but if they have a to' up face everyday, hmmmm, maybe they really don't care much for you. Don't fret, everybody isn't supposed to get along.

Welcome 2011! You're a date on a calendar that will come regardless if I'm here or not. Me, I'm a living, breathing, wonderful person that plans to work your dates to my benefit. You're going to keep rolling and so am I. I'm so ready for what He has in store for me! Are you? I thought so! Get, ready! Get Set! Thank God and go!

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My New Segment - Just Wondering WIth Wanda!

2010-11-25T06:58:00.000-08:00

I have a weekly segment every Wednesday on FLY 92.3
at 8:05AM EST called Just Wondering With Wanda! If you are unable to listen live or online at My Morning Rushplease visit my website Wanda D. Hudson ! All of the segments are there; sit back, relax and enjoy!

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Yah'll Is Crazy!

2010-10-30T14:12:00.000-07:00

I stayed overnight with The FLY Morning Rush at the Olde Knox Mansion in Johnstown NY for their 5th Annual Haunted Broadcast. This picture was taken by Brian Cody right before we went into the basement to "see dead people." I said it then, and I'm sayin it now, Yah'll Is Crazy!

There is audio of a "spirit" saying honky. The "spirit" said honky because no other race of folks mess with ghosts. I was the only black person there and my cell phone didn't work! Just because you watch horror movies doesn't mean you want to be in one! Lawd!

The good part is no one got slayed and no white girl's fell while running. I still say, Yah'll Is Crazy!

Personally Yours - Mz. Robinson

2010-09-26T07:06:00.000-07:00

Personally Yours - Dr. Niama Williams

2010-08-26T16:31:00.000-07:00

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they write smokin' books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Dr. Niama William's life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Niama Williams? - Niama Leslie Williams, Ph.D. is a bright, intelligent woman who never forgot her community on the way to and through the doctoral process. She still wants to write work that her aunt, a day worker all of her life, could read and be empowered by. She also wants those who have survived childhood trauma to know that love, passion, and bliss are possible, no matter what you have encountered as a child. She writes about her life to uplift and empower.

2. What are you passionate about? - Letting people know that the Universe is a benevolent place and that God LOVES giving us our heart's desires. Desire means "of the sire." If we make God number one in our universe, He will give us the wisdom and insight we need to not just survive, but THRIVE. If we focus on that still small voice within and DO WHAT IT TELLS US TO DO, we will inherit the kingdom right here, this incarnation.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? - The world needs to take notice of the word of God and live according to Biblical principles. I am only noteworthy in how I help others cease their suffering. I try my best to do that with my writing. I tell my story, and the triumphs of my story, so that others will know that pain, any pain, is survivable and does not have to kill us. The Lord is there for us specifically during times of trial. On July 27th, 2010, I was faced with no place to live and no source of income. Today, August 12th, not two full weeks later, I have two business opportunities and a home until I start bringing in regular paychecks. If that isn't God being there for me in time of trial, I don't know what is! Be encouraged!!!!

4. Do you like a man that's hard-boiled (take charge) or soft scrambled (yes dear)? - I like a man who says "Yes, Dear" when he means it, but who is no pushover. Gentle, but not weak.

5. What are your life rules?
When in doubt, pray.
When rejoicing, praise the Lord.
Before asking, give thanks.
When tears come, think about whom you can help.
And when you really need to cry, let yourself. Tears are cleansing and often necessary.
Forgive in ways that cause you no further pain. Distance is not always a bad thing.
Love without bound and be optimistic. Your perspective really does effect your reality.

6. If you could only do 2 things until the day you died what would they be?

Love the man God has sent to me forever and ever amen, and bear his children.

7. 5 Favs -

a. color: red first, peach second, beige third

b. food: cheesecake, hands down

c. movie: The Wild Wild World, Prince of Tides, Nutz, What Dreams May Come, Field of Dreams

d. song: As Sure As I'm Standing Here by Barry Manilow

e. drink: Mocha Cappucino by Bolthouse Farms

8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? - No. I am a bit like the elephant; I don’t forget. When I find it hard to forgive someone, I begin to pray about it, and often I find that I move toward forgiveness without knowing it. This is one area in which I am not perfect, but awareness of it means I turn to prayer to address my imperfections.

9. If you could change your past would you? - No. My past has made me sensitive to and understanding of the pain of others. It is also the one thing that helped me understand the pain of my beloved. We had similar wounds and this allowed us to trust each other more easily and made it easier for him to reveal long-suffering that he had not shared with others.

10. Your life is on the big screen. What is it rated and why? - R. I've been through a lot and seen much, and I would want the unvarnished truth told so that others are helped and know that they are not alone. That is the one goal of my writing: to convince those suffering that they are not alone, that someone else has been through it before them and survived it, and that there is a silver lining, a reward, a good life awaiting those who persevere.

11. Where can we find you on the net? - I am thrilled to have folks go to Blowing Up Barriers because I have a special offer running through September 15th, 2010: check out my homepage for details. I also publish an email newsletter through aweber.com; signup is on my website (archives: http://www.aweber.com/z/article/?drnisnews ). Just look for the newsletter link. Finally, you can find my radio show on BlogTalkRadio ; I’d love to have listeners join us for the spiritual leaders, entrepreneurs, and authors who join us every Friday at 1 p.m. And you, Ms. Hudson, will have to join me with your new book soon!!!!

12. Fill in the blank with one word: To know Niama Williams is to be empowered by Niama Williams.

What You Thought You Knew...

2010-08-12T07:18:00.000-07:00

There is a story circulating, maybe, probably not, about a 14 year old girl named Emma Charles. Supposedly Emma was repeatedly gang raped by 25 African American Soldiers for 6 weeks every day and night in Burma in 1947. Supposedly she lost her womb and committed suicide. Supposedly Emma said that, "all niggers should be drowned at birth." Supposedly her mother offered herself up instead and was thrown on a bonfire. Supposedly what you thought you knew is not what you know.

Is this our history? Is this true? Is this a tale from someone's imagination set free to cause havoc on our psyche? Is this an actual quote from a book or a movie? Has the victim's name been changed to protect her identity? Are there any Burmese women named Emma Charles? Or, could this be a spoonful of the crock of shit that has slow cooked race wars for years?

The sentence was a post made on Facebook. My first thought was that since it was from someone who is the organizer of a writing group, that it was a quote from a book. We know our history and if you are an author or reader, you may have written or read something like this. After seeing the reaction that is caused I had to know and went in search of Emma Charles. Curiosity only kills cats that don’t know how to handle the information they receive.

Emma Charles did come up in a search, but there was nothing listing her as an author or saying the quote she is linked with. Maybe she did say it in her time and her words have been passed on by her ancestors. Maybe she is a fictional character created for this rouse. I asked the person who posted the quote and was told that they receive quotes daily and wasn't sure where it came from. They did say that they didn't know if Emma Charles was still alive or dead. To all the women named Emma Charles, I apologize that your name was chosen for this. I didn't see the original post but with copy and paste not much is private anymore.

While I was searching for the "quote" so many sites appeared. WOW. Check out some of the links below if you want the full effect. Reading what is posted tells a few stories in itself.

1. Irateirishman | Chimp Mail
Apr 4, 2010 ... I'd rather be what you call a nigger with all my education and wisdom than a ... like you should be drowned at birth like the dogs you are. ...
irateirishman.com/blog/?page_id=1142 - Cached

1. Understanding the Nigger "Mind".... Updated! - Page 4 - Chimpout
10 posts - 5 authors - Last post: Jul 25
Heaven: Niggers talk about Heaven all the time like it was some giant ... would drown their offspring at birth and set fire to themselves. ...
www.chimpout.com/forum/showthread.php?p=545412 - Cached
The nigger joke thread - Page 33‎ - 10 posts - Dec 3, 2009
Nigger raping goat! (picture) - Page 2‎ - 9 posts - Nov 25, 2009
How can we encourage more nigger genocide? - Page 2‎ - 10 posts - Dec 6, 2008

http://www.moviequotes.com/fullquote.cgi?qnum=70350
ABC
Quotes Description
POSTED BY Anonymous
RATING PG
SCORE 1
QUOTE Mrs B; Look at them! Five of them without dowrys. Whats to become of them? Mr B; Yes, what is to become of them? Perhaps we should of drowned some of them at birth.
HINT 1 Five daughters
HINT 2 Mr and Mrs Bennett
MOVIE TITLE Pride and Prejudice - 1940

1. YouTube - st1ckyb0x's Channel
All: Uploads: Favorites ... "YOU NIGGERS" ... "you should of been fucking drowned at birth. you FUCKING FAGGOT ...
www.youtube.com/user/st1ckyb0x - Cached

1. Urban Dictionary: niggers
I know it, but I don't think I should say it... 5 Seconds left... All right, I'de like to solve the puzzle! Niggers! ... father dont abandone their young after birth ...
www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=niggers - Cached

Lala is a stupid cunt.
Another misconception among liberal niggerlovers is they all believe that niggers ... You should have been drowned at birth.
www.arguewitheveryone.com/lobby/98149-lala-stupid-cunt-3.html • Cached page

http://deadniggerstorage.org/

Some folks always say, “If I were you…”, “If I was a slave…,” “Oh that would never happen to me….” If a slave could send you a text message what do you think it would say? We post quotes daily from people we never met. People that lived in another era and people of different races. Inspirational words, words to make you think, words of power. Maybe they quoted words the day before that never made it to print. Maybe they said a racial epithet. Since you didn’t hear it it’s okay to go ahead and promote their beliefs anyway. What you thought you knew…

I wonder how many sites there are that spew hate about Mexican's, Jewish people or Caucasians. A racial epithet is a racial epithet. There is no level or one is no worse than the other if it's hurled at a human. It has the same meaning whether it’s said to hurt you or not. I can say it but you can't....oh, I didn't mean it that way. We pick and choose what situation we want to get mad at. We get mad when we talk about each other and mad when others talk about us. We can't change our history and are all living our future generation's history. When things are documented in print regardless if its 1922 or 1992 it was the time and it was the era. Don't get upset - get educated.

We have gone from slavery to riots to boycotts and now the delete key. The individual who posted the "quote" was reported to Facebook. He was removed by some users from their friends list. Deleted. Will we join together to boycott Facebook if the individual is not removed? Will we boycott the Internet for allowing hateful websites to exist? So many people have died in order for us to get mad, bark a little and hit delete. What will we do for the next generation?

I read a post from someone that said the creator of Facebook was an Atheist. The poster said they are a Christian. Did they remove themselves from Facebook? No. I read posts from people that use the N-word in their daily talking. Many of us are on the same lists. Was the person deleted? Did you tell them how you felt? Or was it okay because they didn't mean it like "that?"

I watch two African American Networks – BET and TVOne. They have shown movies in which the curse words are silenced, but the word nigger is spoken and heard. Was the choice made to leave the word in because it made the movie more enjoyable? We get upset when someone else blasts us with ignorance yet we hail some singers/rappers as the greatest when they put the word on top of a beat. Oh, you like the rest of the song but not that part? Oh…Racism within the race is okay I guess.

There is no denying that racism is gettin' it in 2010. The quote that was posted for whatever reason was hateful. If it came from a book or a movie I’m sure it got the point across to the reader or viewer. If it was someone letting the world know how they felt the folks who read it got it. Where it originated from and why may never be known. I'm using the N-word in my next book that is set in the 60's South. Will I be banned or is it okay because I'm black? What will we do? When did freedom of speech free us from going from action to growling? Oh, since we can say what we want we don’t have to do anything. How many of us have the M-I-S-T-E-R PERIOD mentality? Does the man/woman in the mirror crack when you look at him/her?

What you thought you knew about yourself is changed when you learn just how far you are willing to go in a situation. Do I want to stop using the Internet after what I have learned? No. Does this mean that I support the sites I found? Am I a disgrace to my ancestors? Is complaining about the use of a word, but not doing anything to stop it the same as supporting it? If a dogs bark is worse than its bite people with hatred in their heart have nothing to worry about.

Staying in your group, gangs, neighborhood or social circle is how it's always been. Complain to those around you and talk about the folks who don’t agree with you. People are killed, abused and insulted everyday. If we continue to do the least we can do then that’s all we'll ever do. To the person who originated this I thank you. You did what you intended - dissension among the ranks and then a kiss and make up session.

Evaluate yourself. Question yourself. Are you willing to die for a cause? Are you content with voicing your opinion and gaining ground with your supporters and then going back to your “regular” life? I wrote a Blog about it using the same outlet as people with hate in their heart? What else will I do? Can you live without Social Media? Ask your ancestors what they lived without. If you never had it does it even matter? The N-Word; will it ever go away? Your answers aren't for me to know, but are they What You Thought You Knew…

I luv you.

Is Your Change Adding Up?

2010-08-04T07:16:00.000-07:00

It’s been said that time heals all wounds. I don't think it’s the time alone that heals, but the changes and motion, whether forward or back, that's the medicine. For me it's been forward motion that has my life on the plus side.

The last two years I've struggled with my emotions regarding the death of my father. Hard, evil, angry, miserable - if it equals the word ugly I've felt it. It’s not a good thing, but we all go through it. Death kills us emotionally and then brings us back to Life. Some people live their life to die. Plan for retirement - don't live for it. Plan to live to a fruitful old age - don't hope to live until you're old.

A few weeks after my father died I had a dream about rats and some other stuff that made no sense. My dreams about him always contained a memory of him, but he was never in the dream. Last night I had a dream and he was there. I was in a kitchen and was serving lemon cookies to two of the kids that starred in the Everybody Hates Chris Show. I think the cookies were lemon because two days earlier I bought an Entenmanns Lemon Crunch Cake. Weird. It was the girl, Tanya and the boy, Drew. We were talking about school and teenage stuff. My father was standing by the side of the table and took a few cookies off the plates and ate them. He was smiling and laughing, but I couldn't hear his voice and he never said anything.

When I woke up I remembered the dream and that he was there! My father was in my dream! He was happy and healthy. He had on his glasses and looked just like my daddy. I thought of the times when I was a teenager and would bake cookies. He would come pick a few off the plate and keep walking into the living room to watch TV. I had a hard time remembering good things until lately.

There has been so much forward motion in my life since 2008. Positive motion. I'm still working on financial stability, but my change is adding up. When you step out on faith you step into you. I miss my daddy. I may have pennies in my change purse, but those pennies are adding up to my IT.

Think about who you are, what you want and what you do. Think about the changes you’ve made or are willing to make to get it. A small change is the catapult for greatness. My dream made me realize that I’m getting there. I’m hurt that my father isn’t here, but I’m living. I’m changing and becoming a better person. At the end of each day I don’t feel that my change drawer is short. I can turn in and know that I’ve done good…I’ve done real good. Do your life math; Is Your Change Adding Up?

Uh…does this dream mean that I need to play a number? (^_^)

I luv you.

Personally Yours - Author Rico Salam

2010-07-27T08:57:00.001-07:00

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they write smokin' books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Rico Salam's life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1.Who is Rico Salam? - Rico Salam is an up and coming author from West Philadelphia who is striving to give young black men from the urban community a different image in the sight of America. Unfortunately my childhood wasn’t what you would call the best upbringing. I was brought up and raised in a house hold full of alcoholics and drug addicts. So people thought my future was ruined from day one. However my plans were different. I knew if anyone was going to make a change in my family then it had to be me. So I stayed in school and became the first person in my family to ever graduate. After that I enrolled in college and earned a degree in business management. This is when I realized there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do, so I decided to write my first novel “GET MINE OR GET NAKED”.

2.What are you passionate about? - I’m passionate about helping other people who are trying to help themselves. A lot of the time people just need someone who believe in them and will give them that extra push they need to excel. So if I can lend a helping hand to someone who is seriously trying to better their self, then I’m all for it.

3.Why should the world take notice of you? - Because I’m the example of what the power of a prayer can do for a person. I’m far from being rich or famous but I come a long way from being the little boy who grew up in a crack house. I don’t know who was praying for me but I’m sure somebody was because my life could be a lot different right now.

4.What is your favorite chick flavor? A meaty ham, a juicy pork-chop, or a fat free chicken? - Well I don’t eat pork, so the ham is out of the question. And a fat free chicken is just not enough to satisfy a brother. So I’ll say I like mine nice and beefy, but I don’t want the whole cow.

5.What are your life rules? - I’m a firm believer in patience. Success doesn’t happen overnight. It takes a lot of hard work and patience to bring your dreams to a reality.

6. You know you are going to die on April 6, 2015 how will you live the remainder of your life? In fear or joy? - Since I already know I’m going to die I would do stuff that I would normally be afraid to do. Like jumping out of airplanes, going swimming with sharks, driving my car at 140 in a 60 mile zone. JUST HAVE NO FEAR AT ALL.

7.5 Favs-

Color- royal blue
Food-lasagna
Movie- Malcom X
Song- Cry for you by Jodeci
Drink- Pink Lemonade

8.Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done for you? -It all depends on how close I am to the person. If we have a close relationship then I would normally forgive them. But if we aren’t that close then I just keep my distance.

9.If you could change your past would you? - I really would like to say yes because there are a lot of mistakes I made in my life that I would like to fix. But if I didn’t make those mistakes I wouldn’t be the person I am today. So I would say no.

10. In the nude or negligee? - I like the negligee because that shows that she is really trying to be sexy for me. I like it when a woman goes out of her way to do something special for me.

11.Where can we find you on the net? - Right know you can find me on Facebook and The Firm Publications.Com

12. Fill in the blank with one word. To know Rico Salam is to appreciate Rico Salam.

EXCERPT - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

2010-07-15T07:15:00.000-07:00

Some women don't leave until they get their ass kicked the right way. Not a bruise or a broken bone, but a good deep down ass whoopin'. Not enough blood for questions, but just enough to make their soul wonder why....

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story - $12 http://www.wandadhudson.com/

Terrance started a fight with me that morning over my use of water. He said I should pay the water bill, along with the rent, because I was bigger than him and used more of it. It was early and I was cranky from not having much sleep the night before. He had his friends over for an all night party on a Tuesday. None of them had jobs, so no one had anywhere to be but where they were. I didn’t feel like hearing what he had to say, so I replied with a smart quick tongue, hoping to silence him.

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve said to date. I guess you expect me to pay the cable, gas, light, and phone bill as well since your pathetic ass isn’t man enough to do it. Shut up, Terrance. It’s too early for your mouth.”

My response caught him off guard because his reply to me was that of silence. I started walking towards the bathroom to get dressed when I heard him running up behind me. My face was met with his head when I turned towards him. The fool head butted me. His exact target was my eye. I fell backwards on the floor and grabbed my face in pain. Gray stars and filthy vultures circled my face and moaned a song of gloom; it hurt so bad.

While I was on the floor crying and screaming how sick I thought Terrance was, he started kicking me in my back, sides, and face, while yelling in crazy man lingo.
“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fat, sloppy bitch! Your stupid ass is going to pay every bill that comes into this house whether I have a job or not! Now get your sorry ass up and fix me some breakfast!”

He stopped kicking me and walked away muttering words under his breath that only a psychotic nut would understand. I managed to get up and went into the bathroom to look at my face. My left eye watched my right eye swell up, and my right eye noticed my left eye was red and puffy. My black eyes were on their way.

I took my nightgown off and looked at my stomach in the mirror. It was bruised and I imagined my back was, as well. There was no need to look because I’d felt this way before. I wanted to call into work, but I was already absent two days that week and couldn’t afford to miss anymore.My right eyeball was no longer visible, and I’d have to wear a pair of light colored shades all day as I’d done before. I was at the point of not even bothering to put on makeup to try and cover it up, knowing what I was hiding, as did everyone else.

I’m not sure who was who, but I came out of the bathroom to see Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde standing in my living room in the form of Terrance’s body.
“Hey, baby. I have some interviews to go on today, so I’ll drop you off at work. I put your purse and jacket in the car, and I want to stop and grab you some breakfast, so hurry your sweet self up.”

He walked out the door and I stood in the middle of the room waiting for an answer. Someone needed to tell me Terrance was sick and I wasn’t the person that had his cure. Sure, I had the answer; I just didn’t feel like talking to myself.

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Personally Yours - Author Gerald Rice

2010-07-11T10:27:00.000-07:00

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they write smokin' books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Gerald Rice's life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Gerald Rice? He's a dead body rotting in the corpse of a rusted out Grand Am in the backyard of an abandoned house in Highland Park. Hey look- I just found him that way, I didn't do it. But me? I'm a guy who did a lot of different things before finally coming back to my passion. I'm a father and a husband too. I'm a lifelong Detroiter where ever I go. I'm a grateful child of a broken home.

2. What are you passionate about? Books. Reading was my first passion, writing is my second. No, horror movies were my first passion. Then reading, then writing. I started watching horror movies when I was about 4. My mother introduced me to them. She was a huge Stephen King fan and she was really the reason I started reading for pleasure. I was in the Horizons Upward Bound program when I decided to start writing as a hobby. I had a creative writing class where we all had to write a story and read it aloud to the class. There was something so addictive about having a captive audience listening to something I created. I wasn't really that good at first, I think I can be bold enough to say I was pretty bad. But I never stopped wanting it. I committed myself to learning from the books I read. People like Stephen King (obviously), F. Paul Wilson, Al Sarantonio, Ethan Black, most recently David Wong and a host of others.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? I'm different. Not that I'm the only unique voice, but I think all unique voices should be heard. You won't pick up another book on the shelves like mine. I've always been the 'what's next' or 'what's new' guy. If I'm writing about monsters I want it to be THAT monster you think of when you lie awake at night. I want to push any genre I write in, to create someone else's favorite or most hated character. I'm not a black writer; I'm a writer who just so happens to be black. Just like I'm a writer who just so happens to have feet. It's a part of me, a major part even, but not my sum total.

4. Old school music or todays Hip Hop and R&B? I'm going to say both and neither. My tastes are weird. There's a lot of old stuff I just never dug and a lot of old stuff I only liked because my parents liked it and a lot of stuff I just got burned out on. And whenever I had control of the radio in the car I was always flipping past stuff other people probably liked. My mama used to have nights where she would let me or my brother pick the music. We could go through her extensive record collection and play a dozen or so songs. I picked stuff like 'Electric Avenue' (back when nobody was listening to Eddie Grant except like 5 people and we were 3 of them), Billy Ocean and Rod Stewart (don't pretend like 'Da Ya Think I'm Sexy' wasn't the jam). Stevie Wonder is my all-time favorite artist but I can't STAND 'Ribbon in the Sky' anymore; give me 'Do I Do' or 'Creepin'' (I also can only listen to like 2 Luther Vandross songs and his version isn't one of them).

But the new guys, I don't know, I don't keep up with music like I used to so it's tough to name who I like. Jaheim, I think his name is, every time I hear him I have to turn him off. I liked 'Ain't Leavin' Without You' back when George Benson called it 'Gimme the Night'. But I'm a huge fan of Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Corinne Bailey Rae. Some Alicia Keys is okay and Rihanna is like junk food. I know it's not really that good, but I can't help myself.

5.What are your life rules?
Don't expect to get something you don't give
Expect me to pick at you if you let me know something bugs you (it's a Rice trait--we're jerks like that)
Be careful who you step on today, they might be standing over you tomorrow
Don't touch my food
Stay out of other people's bedrooms
Seeing your mother naked after 12 will give you eyeball cancer

6. If God sent you a text message what would it say? What did you put in the turkey burgers? Those were awesome.

7. 5 Favs -

a. color - Green

b. food - steak (medium well)

c. movie - The Thing

d. song - 'What You Won't Do for Love'

e. drink - Cranberry juice

8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? I like that JFK quote: Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.

9. If you could change your past would you? Sometimes I think I would, but it then again everything I've done up until now has lead me here. My life isn't the greatest, but I can't imagine life without the people I have in it or the things I've accomplished.

10. Random thought - If there's something you really want to do with your life then you won't let any obstacle stand in the way of you doing it.

11. Where can we find you on the net? Feel My Ghost or my Facebook page, which I have no idea how to find.

12. Fill in the blank with one word - To know Gerald Rice is to be touched by the squishy brain of Gerald Rice.

I Just Wanna Know...

2010-06-27T08:04:00.000-07:00

Self-Published Authors; are you open to consignment, or is it strictly cash up front? I want my books in as many stores and locations as possible - BUT - people sure can act a fool when they get your book in their hands. Do they own your work? Do they control your destiny? Do they have a right to give you your chedda when they feel like it? And what is up with the 50-50 split? 60-40? 80-20? 100-0?

Everybody Needs A Little Luv but dayum! When does business turn into greed that makes you to hungy to starve?

I Just Wanna Know...

Wanda D. Hudson

Personally Yours - Author Timothy N. Stelly

2010-06-27T07:17:00.000-07:00

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they write smokin' books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Timothy Stelly's life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Timothy N. Stelly? - I am a burgeoning poet, aspiring screenwriter, novelist and essayist. My first love is satire, but sci-fi had become my bread and butter. I am a student of writing, still learning something new and interesting about my craft.

2. What are you passionate about? - Other than writing and church, I believe in service to others. I help whenever and wherever I can. As for my writing, I am obsessed with presenting thought-provoking writing to the public.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? - I'm not a cookie-cutter sci-fi writer nor of any other genre. In HUMAN TRIAL, which is technically sci-fi, the story focus on human relations and the idea that the biggest threat to man is man, and not an unseen enemy. Even in my upcoming novel, A JUNKIE'S PARADISE, which deals with a viral outbreak, the focus is on human dynamics and man's willingness to exploit other men for their own survival.

4. Vanilla, Chocolate or Neopolitan? - Chocolate, rather its ice cream or ladies. I love my beautiful black women. No one has ever loved me stronger than those special beings.

5.What are your life rules? - Think before speaking or acting and accept responsibility for the consequences of both; Never criticize anything you don't understand, can't replace or improve. I also live by the mantra, "To whom much is given, much is expected."

6.You are the last man on earth with Coretta Scott King and Rosa Parks. Who would you choose to procreate with and why? - Both are beautiful and strong, but I think Coretta was younger, so I'd opt for the one who will be spry the longest.

7. 5 Favs -
a. color -Green--all shades. It has always re[presented youth--translate that as promise. Plus, it reminds me of Omaha *(where I lived for 3 years) in the summer, with all its greenery.

b. food - Meatloaf, mac and cheese and I'm an ice cream junkie. You can probably tell as much from my photo.

c. movie - Hustle and Flow; though I think Do The Right Thing is the most important movie I've ever seem.

d. song - The original Alphonse Mouzon recording of The Next Time We Love (From his By All Means CD.)

e. drink - Vodka and orange juice.

8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? Yes. It takes time, however. When I examine the offender's track record, I find they usually have a history of doing dirt, so I pray that there be distance between me and anyone who wants to hurt me, my family or who harbors ill will toward me. That prayer is always answered. Pver the years I've lost quite a few (so-called) friends and ex's. So be it.

9. If you could change your past would you? - In two areas. I graduated at sixteen, but when I attended college, I never focused on a major. If I could go back to that age, I would have attended a southern black college so I could see that part of the country and spend my youth surrounded by the folks I love most. I would have also waited to become a father. I was 18 when I became a father and by the time I was 23 had four kids and was making just enough to get us by.

10. Random thought - Love is blue.

11. Where can we find you on the net? stellyhumantrial.com, and I post essays sporadically at useless-knowledge.com and e-zinearticles.com. You can "take the grand tour" and just Google "Timothy N. Stelly Sr." I'm all over the place.

12. Fill in the blank with one word - To know Timothy Stelly is to Observe and listen to him with an open mind.

Personally Yours - Author Brooklyn Darkchild

2010-06-13T10:16:00.000-07:00

Wherever He Is

2010-06-10T08:35:00.001-07:00

Wherever He Is, he is. He is everywhere and so is he. I believe, so I am with Him and we are always together. I miss my daddy. But when you believe in Him it’s alright. I believe – I’m alright.

So why the doubt? Why do I refuse to understand? Why do I have to remind myself to step out on faith? Faith, belief…Lawd help me. Should you believe what you can’t see or touch? Should you believe what you feel? I believe what I feel. Faith.

Death. Death to me equals disappearing without a trace. How is that possible? My father was here. He held me, he talked to me, he laughed with me, he loved me and now he’s gone. The trace is memories. No one can disappear without a trace. There is something there, but maybe we haven’t seen it yet. When he first passed away I couldn’t remember anything. All the dreams I had were jumbled and he was never in them. Now I see him clearly – my trace is abundant.

Confusion. Confusion equals chaos, which leads to fear. We fear the unknown. Do you believe what you don’t know? Faith; just hold on to faith.

It was good to go back to Florida and talk to my daddy. A weird thought came to me. I felt I could dig deep in the dirt and open his casket so he would see me. STOOPID. I got a grip and just talked. I talk to him a lot, but talking in person always outweighs distance. I know he heard me. He hears me each and every time. I wonder will I see him again. When we die do we change? Do we forget? Do we still love and remember who we left behind? When I die will I see him? Will he want to see me? I believe. I’m still his babygirl, so the answer is yes.

Doubt always gets on my nerves. It thinks it can shut me down since I don’t have my captain here giving me pep talks. Faith beats doubt all the time; straight flush, gin rummy, go fish. Whatever you choose to play, choose faith as your teammate - you’ll never lose.

I took a picture of his headstone to see his name. I traced it and cried. My Doobah said, “Hey, that’s my last name. He has the same last name as me.” Thank God for shades. He was here, he is here. We say no more pain or suffering and that’s what I lean towards. My daddy was sick. I didn’t want him to be sick. We say that’s The Master’s Plan. Believe that His Plans never fail. Pain ceases, hurt subsides, but memories last forever.

I feel good….better. If I only have two dollars in my pocket I can make it. Yah’ll can help a sista by going to my website…Anyway…

Wherever He Is, he is. I believe, so he is always with me.

I love you daddy.

Personally Yours - Author Nanette Buchanan

2010-05-28T13:04:00.000-07:00

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they write smokin' books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Nanette Buchanan's life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Nanette Buchanan? I am a Christian, a wife, mother, grandmother, Senior Corrections Officer, an author and child advocate. I currently reside in New Jersey. I am an Instructor at the New Jersey Department of Corrections Training Academy. As an author, I published my first novel in 2007 and today I now have three published fictional novels and an e-book of poetry. I am the hostess of ASA Blog (Authors Supporting Authors) Talk Radio and the co-host of Angel Wings Publication Blog Talk Radio. A show which advocates for Domestic Violence victims.

2. What are you passionate about? My writing has been an important part of my life. I began while attending Rutgers University in New Jersey, and never imagined that it would be more to me than simply putting a pen to pad. I pen because it has soothed me, been a force to vent, rejoice and assist in many aspects in my life. I pen for enjoyment and as an inspiration to others. I pen because I realize it is more than just a hobby and it consumes me even when I am not actively writing. I pen because I love it.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? I would love for the world to take notice of me, but I feel I would better serve the world or people through my words. Being an instructor, author and hostess on the Blog Radio shows has given me a route to make a change, express the need for positive solutions, and share new ideas and information.

4. In one year where will you be? LOL....still working full time. I have a few years left before retiring. I will be a Sergeant within the next year, however I will be looking to make the rank of Lieutenant before retiring. I also want my publishing company to be working diligently for myself and other authors who wish to publish their work through I Pen Books.

5.What are your life rules? Live each day fulfilling a dream. Being optimistic doesn't mean ignoring what is negative....understand it is the negative that becomes obstacles and will delay progress. Be healthy mentally, physically and emotionally. You can't progress when stressed, take the time to take care of yourself.

6. What is your $1 and a dream? Reaching a peaceful plateau. There is nothing more rewarding than peace of mind. It soothes the soul, enriches the spirit and controls the heart. For my dollar, I want peace of mind.

7. 5 Favs -
a. color -Green, meaning life and of course money

b. food -I love my husband's cooking. Any food well prepared has my vote. I am a lover of most seafood dishes.

c. movie -Wow....there are so many. "Usual Suspects"....I love a good mystery.....and "The Color Purple" but my list is unlimited.

d. song -Wow...again I'm stumped "Zoom"- Lionel Richie and the Comodores......."What You won't do for Love" - Bobby Coburn "Crazy Love- LutherVandross......I could go on....

e. drink - Gingerale.....don't really have a preferred mixed drink.....Wine maybe Zifandel

8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? Not always easy to do.....I'm still working on that.

9. If you could change your past would you? Yes, there's always something I reflect on that could have been done better, now that I know better. I would have started publishing my work earlier in my life. I definitely wouldn't have let others influence me to hesitate or doubt some of the decisions wanted to make.

10. Random thought - If I could have done things differently what other obstacles would I have met? Our dreams eventually becomes a reality. You start building your world on your dreams.

11. Where can we find you on the net? I have a My Space and Face Book site, and various ning sites also www.ipendesignsblogspot.com and www.ipendesigns.net

12. Fill in the blank with one word - To know Nanette Buchanan is to understand Nanette Buchanan.

Miss Luv's Books - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

2010-05-23T10:19:00.000-07:00

Wanda D. Hudson

A Sheltered Life

2010-05-22T18:56:00.001-07:00

This is the newest addition to Miss Luv's Books! Meet A Sheltered Life!
Thank you Candace Cottrell for putting that Candy Cane STANK Awwww, Baby Stuff on it!

Miss Luv's Books - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv!
Wanda D. Hudson

REVIEW - LuvMe - 05/18/10

2010-05-19T06:06:00.001-07:00

“Luv Me.” by Wanda D. Hudson, sucked me in with her sensual opening piece entitled “Dear Diary” and set the momentum for the rest of this sexy read!
A collection of sensual short stories that you could read during your lunch break or after one of those “Calgon take me away baths”

Ms. Hudson provides the stage for her readers to live vicariously through her character’s lives and erotic fantasies.

A different tasty treat as you encounter each story as no two are alike. Ms Hudson dispensed humor along with lust and originality with each scenario.

You’re bound to find one that will be a favorite. ”DSL”, Room with a View” and “She” are the three that stood out for me.

Lust, entertainment and passion are what you’ll get between these pages…are you ready?

A recommended read.

Locksie Locks
May 18, 2010

ARC Book Club Inc.
Star Rating 5.0*****

Awwww, baby! Go ahead and get you a little luv; LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv $5 Wanda D. Hudson

Come'on Out and Meet Your Favorite Girl, The SEXY One - Me! (^_^)

2010-05-17T08:41:00.000-07:00

Awwwww, baby! Everybody Needs A Little Luv; come'on and get yours!

Wanda D. Hudson

REVIEW - LuvMe - 05/17/10

2010-05-17T07:05:00.000-07:00

Wanda D. Hudson’s LuvMe is the truth when it comes to a sonata simmering with delectable tales. LuvMe presented me with a sweetness that immediately ignited a smile from page one. The flavor of LuvMe is entertaining, funny, and offers a sensual flow that is satisfying. You know how you feel when you are catching a peak of eye candy who isn’t aware that you are watching them? LuvMe gave me that feeling. As I turned the pages, it was like opening up a box to an assortment of the finest chocolate. H-Ball Eva, DSL, Bertice, Succulent… there’s a hot treat for you to discover.
LuvMe drifted me into a world of fantasy I could’ve never imagined. As with any good thing, I wanted more. Seriously, it is knee buckling, finger biting literary goodness. Well, it was for me. Ladies, a hot bubble bath, a glass of Zinfandel, and Luv Me is the perfect relaxation to come home to after a long day. Men, there is a pleasure in LuvMe for you too. Get it. It is hot.
Sheniqua “Shaniq” Wallace
Miami, FL

Awwww, baby! LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv...Wanda D. Hudson

REVIEW - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story - 05/01/10

2010-05-02T06:40:00.001-07:00

If you have read the Coldest Winter Ever and Flyy Girl and all of those other hot must reads then you are going to LOVE Wait For Love by Ms. Wanda D. Hudson. Wait For Love is a phenomenal story, which I recommend for ALL women to read regardless of their relationship status. This novel touches upon various situations that every female will embark upon sometime in her life, or come in contact with someone who has encountered some of these circumstances. This quick paced novel is very entertaining, enlightening, and easy to read While reading this novel you cant help but stop and recap about obstacles which you may have faced and how you could have handled them differently or stop to say “Thank God that I’ve never experienced that”. Regardless of who you are, where you come from, and how you were raised you will be able to take something from this novel be it as basic as the fact that you should educate your child about sex and self image, or on the more compound end of the spectrum you may realize the importance of taking one day at a time and waiting for love because as we are reminded in this story patience is truly a virtue.

Aerielle Morton
Avid Reader

REVIEW - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story 04/15/10

2010-04-16T14:09:00.000-07:00

I am love sick and food is the cure

I really enjoyed this novel and felt like I received some answers to the low self-esteem issues. Ms. Hudson will do a number on your emotions with this one. You will want to kill the main character and other times you won’t be able to do anything but laugh because she just seems that dumb. Other times you will only feel compassion for her and want to treat her like she’s your child

We ride shot gun with Lynnette “Lynnde” Lee from the time of eighteen until forty. That may seem like a long time but I have to say it works well. The best of the book is the comic sarcastic commentary that is so on point it’s eerie. Lynnde gives new meaning to the statement “Looking for love in all the wrong places." Her love life goes from bad to worse with each new love interest. Her relationships are turbulent to say the least and through it all she has her cure all….food. Over the years we watch her struggle to keep a man all the while struggling with her weight. While obesity is a real issue in our society, I have yet to see it dealt with in this matter and was pleasantly pleased with the end result.

I recommend this book to all as it’s very insightful and will cause you to do some thinking about folks in your life. I look forward to reading books from Ms. Hudson in the future I love her writing style and the direct talking to the reader is a welcome change, especially because she got it right and predicted what I was thinking.

SiStar Tea
ARC Book Club Inc.
4.5 star rating

Taste of Luv Tuesday! LuvMe $5!

2010-04-13T07:02:00.000-07:00

EXCERPT – LuvMe

Dear,Diary
June 18, 2007

I’ve always wanted one of those dark chocolate men. The kind of darkness that makes you wonder if the skin hurts. The hue almost has a purple bluish tint, but it eludes this shade. Some women like the high colored man, yellow, a red bone that is close enough to white as a black person can get. Something about the dark is sexy to me. Doing it in the dark is stimulating, warm, and cozy. Even with the lights off the world can see a light man do his thing. But a dark man, umph, mysterious deep heat surrounds him. I want to get sexually tingled by his warmth.
Read more at Wanda D. Hudson

EXCERPT - SHE - The Story of Tasha and Javar
Javar stroked his long, hard, erection fast and furious during his fifth bathroom break. All morning his dick teased him of the events of last night, and he could no longer hide, nor handle himself in the office. It was only eleven a.m., and although he managed to make his erection subside the four previous times, his control had waned. The desire of needing a magnificent release overpowered him.The men’s bathroom was empty and the thought of discharging his cum into a urinal was exciting, but risky. Not wanting to lose his job, Javar positioned himself in the last stall directly in front of the toilet, and jacked himself to his freaky content....read more and get your $5 order on at Wanda D. Hudson

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"Holy, black girl got game, Batman! I can't contain myself!"

"Control yourself, Boy Wonder. She's The SEXY One and that's the way it is!

"But Batman, I think I'm about to blow!"

"Make sure you hit her spot when you do, Boy Wonder - Wanda D. Hudson - Awww, baby!"

Nilla Luv

2010-04-07T06:53:00.000-07:00

You’re an adult much longer than you’re a child, so childhood memories remain with you your entire lifetime. Parents should keep this in the back of their minds as they make decisions for their children. Do they? Nope. That’s why some of us are just plain old to’ up today. We just won’t or can’t let things go! It’s hard to forget when all you can do is remember.

My issue may not be much of an issue with the state of the world today. My own inner turmoil that I must release at some point to heal is my lustful adoration of Vanilla Wafers. There, I said it, it’s out and time to move on!

Why have I held onto this for so many years? I’m 44 and this one memory keeps popping up. Wanda, it’s just a cookie. NO IT’S NOT! It’s the cookie that my mother NEVER let me have! It’s the cookie that only entered our house on special occasions. Since when did making a Banana Pudding overrule the hunger pains of a child? Mama why? Why couldn’t I have the dayum wafer? Why?

The mere site of the yellow box, the thought of the sweet taste as I nibbled; the feel of the delicate crumbs….aaaaaaaah…Did I get to savor these things? No! See, if my mama gave me one cookie, just one cookie, she wouldn’t have enough to complete her masterpiece. Hell, it wasn’t as if the lights or the gas would get turned off if I ate one. We wouldn’t have to live on the street over one cookie. I love Banana Pudding, but I hate what it has done to me. I wanted to flip the finished product over onto the floor and make it feel like I did. Hurt. Upset. Mad.

When I go to the grocery store I always speak to the Vanilla Wafers – “What’s up my, Nilla?” The box smiles at me and wishes me well. I don’t always buy a box, but when I do, the wafers don’t stand a chance at becoming added to any other delectable dessert. They are all mine! Awww, Lawd, talk about overdose issues!

I bought a box of Vanilla Wafers last week. It was then that I decided to write this and hopefully get over my childhood issues. I don’t know if it’s working. I can see myself standing in the kitchen begging for a cookie and I’m still mad! What in the &*%$# is wrong with me? Geesh…

They say the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem. I don’t know what the second step is. I do know that I’m going to eat every dayum Vanilla Wafer and think about the times that I didn’t get to eat them.

Yah’ll, it’s a cookie. Think before you speak to your child. So what they spill something; will the house disintegrate? No, and you won’t either. I have a little list that isn’t written down, but I have to let it go:

1.One can of Cranberry Sauce on holidays. Uhm…Cranberry Sauce is only available on the holidays? Ma, why? Why, Ma?
2.Why did I get a whoopin’ when I fell off the bike and broke my tooth? Ma, Daddy, why?
3.Why did we have to eat fish with the bones in it and get yelled at that we better not choke on the bone?

I love my parents and I had a wonderful childhood. I think I’m just missing my Daddy and reminiscing. Will I always have Luv for my Nilla? Yep…Nilla Luv….ahhhh, Nilla Luv….

I luv yah’ll.

Wanda D. Hudson

Taste of Luv Tuesday and Buy One Get One FREE? Awww, Baby!

2010-03-23T08:24:00.000-07:00

Taste of Luv Tuesday and buy one get one FREE? How does Miss Luv's Books do it?

Everybody Needs A Little Luv that's how!

Hey, yah'll, buy Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story and LuvMe is FREE! Try a Taste of Luv Tuesday and get LuvMe for $8! Get a little luv; hit my spot, awww, baby, today! Wanda D. Hudson

EXCERPT – Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story

There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he`d go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin` it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore." Read more at Wanda D. Hudson

EXCERPT – LuvMe

Dear,Diary

June 18, 2007

I’ve always wanted one of those dark chocolate men. The kind of darkness that makes you wonder if the skin hurts. The hue almost has a purple bluish tint, but it eludes this shade. Some women like the high colored man, yellow, a red bone that is close enough to white as a black person can get. Something about the dark is sexy to me. Doing it in the dark is stimulating, warm, and cozy. Even with the lights off the world can see a light man do his thing. But a dark man, umph, mysterious deep heat surrounds him. I want to get sexually tingled by his warmth.
Read more at Wanda D. Hudson

Coming Soon – A Sheltered Life

A stressful sleep held me as we rode for a few hours. It released me when the truck came to a rushed halt. I rolled into one of the rusted sides and the jagged edges cut my skin. Small bubbles of blood began to form while I watched, waited, and hoped that I would bleed to death.

The man slammed the door and yelled, “I gos’ta relieve ma’self. You kin go round there to that tree if ya gos’ta piss. I won’t be long.” Read more at Wanda D. Hudson

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"Holy, black girl got game, Batman! I can't contain myself!"

"Control yourself, Boy Wonder. She's The SEXY One and that's the way it is!

"But Batman, I think I'm about to blow!"

"Make sure you hit her spot when you do, Boy Wonder - Wanda D. Hudson - Awww, baby!"

REVIEW - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

2010-03-18T09:56:00.000-07:00

“A Book of Pathos”

Wanda D. Hudson’s novel Wait for Love is the story of a young woman’s quest to find “Real” love while experiencing many let downs from her first love to the last. The Main character Lynnde Lee, takes us on a dramatic rollercoaster ride that spins out of control and sends the reader through loop after loop as one could not imagine the hellish nightmare she suffers at every jerky turn, all in the name of love. The story is a paradox of loneliness and despair. The over all mood is sadness. Without the unconditinal love of her best friend Esta and encouragement from her mother, how will Lynnde ever climb her way out of the emotional turmoil she constantly finds her self in and live, and does she?

I wouldn’t call Wait for Love a literary romp but a literary elevator ride with a sense of falling fast. In one scene, Lynnde has me laughing as she describes kids as “Reggedy ass kids.” In fact there are several scenes where I giggle and chuckle. However, from the moment I opened the book I felt as if I’d stumbled upon someone’s journal, sneaked a peak inside, and refused to put it down until I knew how Lynnde’s tragic life turned out. The strongest points in the story are where the author turns tragedy into comedy which is a plus for the reader in search of emotional strength and inspiration.

But, the writer doesn’t get off that easily. I had to steal one star away from this story and one star only. Let’s just say, “Wanda, girl, come on now! What “Wait for Love lacked in, setting, scenery and circa, which is the backdrop of any novel, the author made up for in personality. Nevertheless, the reader journeys through Lynnde Lee’s life and knows her pain. Lynnde knows what you’re thinking too and predicts and names your reaction which is genius. Her insight is yours for healing. You will enjoy and appreciate her musings and learn valuable life lessons throughout.
The author speaks eloquently and the message is clear, “Wait for Love!”

There’s a New York Times best selling author on the horizon. Keep your eyes open for Wanda D. Hudson!

Author BB Love
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2010-03-16T07:35:00.001-07:00

Dear Diary,

June 18, 2007

I’ve always wanted one of those dark chocolate men. The kind of darkness that makes you wonder if the skin hurts. The hue almost has a purple bluish tint, but it eludes this shade. Some women like the high colored man, yellow, a red bone that is close enough to white as a black person can get. Something about the dark is sexy to me. Doing it in the dark is stimulating, warm, and cozy. Even with the lights off the world can see a light man do his thing. But a dark man – umph, mysterious deep heat surrounds him. I want to get sexually tingled by his warmth.

Although his luv to me is still a mystery, his appearance is something that I know very well. He’s sexy. That’s all my eyes can see about him. A sexy man that I want to explore. I don’t want to talk. I want to lick him, to smell him, to squeeze him into my heart and make him luvme...read more at wandadhudson.com.

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Miss Luv's Books EXCERPTS!

2010-03-13T08:26:00.000-08:00

EXCERPT – Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story
There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he`d go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin` it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore." Read more at wandadhudson.com

EXCERPT – LuvMe
Dear,Diary June 18, 2007
I’ve always wanted one of those dark chocolate men. The kind of darkness that makes you wonder if the skin hurts. The hue almost has a purple bluish tint, but it eludes this shade. Some women like the high colored man, yellow, a red bone that is close enough to white as a black person can get. Something about the dark is sexy to me. Doing it in the dark is stimulating, warm, and cozy. Even with the lights off the world can see a light man do his thing. But a dark man, umph, mysterious deep heat surrounds him. I want to get sexually tingled by his warmth.
Read more at wandadhudson.com

EXCERPT – A Sheltered Life
A stressful sleep held me as we rode for a few hours. It released me when the truck came to a rushed halt. I rolled into one of the rusted sides and the jagged edges cut my skin. Small bubbles of blood began to form while I watched, waited, and hoped that I would bleed to death.
The man slammed the door and yelled, “I gos’ta relieve ma’self. You kin go round there to that tree if ya gos’ta piss. I won’t be long.”
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Awww, Baby, LuvMe Reader Reviews!

2010-03-13T06:56:00.000-08:00

Great Book..Read it!!, March 12, 2010
By Shahara Roberts
My boyfriend got this book for me from the author herself. I started reading the book in between classes and it was really hard to put it down. It leaves you salivating, fantasizing and experiencing the pain, love and confusion of the characters. I finished the book in less than two days and was ready to start on her first book titled "Waiting for Love'.
Furthermore, I have to say that this book was well put together and Wanda has all of my support.

Entertaining Read, January 27, 2010
By Tracey Mcfarlan "Diva Spice"
Luv Me is an entertaining collection of erotic short stories. It takes you to places you fantasize about going to and leaves you wanting more. It will fill you with sexual and sensual pleasure as well as comic relief. Each story gives a riveting encounter of love, lust and passion. It's a good read whether you're on the bus or train going to work or right before you go to bed. After reading Wanda's first book, Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story, I was expecting something similar, but was pleasantly surprised when I realized how different the two books are. Well done, Wanda! You've done a marvelous job once again. Can't wait for the next one.

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Women's History Month With Luv!

2010-03-07T07:00:00.000-08:00

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2010-02-26T16:45:00.000-08:00

EXCERPT - A Sheltered Life

2010-02-19T08:37:00.000-08:00

A stressful sleep held me as we rode for a few hours. It released me when the truck came to a rushed halt. I rolled into one of the rusted sides and the jagged edges cut my skin. Small bubbles of blood began to form while I watched, waited, and hoped that I would bleed to death.

The man slammed the door and yelled, “I gos’ta relieve ma’self. You kin go round there to that tree if ya gos’ta piss. I won’t be long.”

A few minutes passed before I moved. My body was stiff and I realized that during my sleep I had urinated on myself. The back of my dress and my panties were damp. My vagina was rotten with the smell of slow death, but he would want me again. I sat up and stretched, and peered over the side of the truck looking for a water source. The sound of loud voices startled me and I crouched down again as not to be seen. Next, a sound that could be compared to thieving horse hooves trying to catch up came towards the truck. The disorder grew louder as they got closer.

“I ain’t stole nuthin’ from yo ‘stablishment! Fuck yah’ll!”

I heard the man’s heavy breathing as he ran to get back into his truck. I never noticed the sound of the keys before, but this time they jangled loudly as he fumbled to thrust them into the ignition. Godly fear forces you to pay attention to your surroundings.

The engine rumbled as his foot slammed down on the gas pedal. I fell back hard against the side of the truck and covered myself from the rocks and dirt the tires threw up as it sped off. My body was under attack again and all I could do was the minimal to protect it. A moonshine jug tried to force its contents into my brain by knocking me in my head as I struggled to keep my balance. Our getaway vehicle rode hard, swerving all over the road trying to escape. Running without reason is a reason to question your choice. The choice that I had made was today was the day that I would die; why I made that choice was the question that I could never answer. The sound of a shotgun made me realize my domino effect was in full throttle.

“Shoot his niggar ass! Hurray up…he’ll git away!”

The man cursed his hunters and I cursed the day I was born. Then I heard three more shotgun blasts. I balled my body up and began to cry.The truck’s engine let out a sound of anguish as it tried to travel at a racetrack pace. The shell from the shotgun crossed the finish line before the truck did. As my body was thrown and rolled over and over, I saw the casing enter through the small back window of the truck. It hit my chauffer, which caused him to drive into a direction that was worse than the unpaved road. I felt my body rise from the unsecured base of the back as we went up in the air. This happened after we hit a mound larger than the truck could handle.

The truck began to turn on its side and I began falling out. My hands reached desperately for the ragged edges and the blood bubbles opened up. There was no need for me to try and hold on – death was going to catch me.

On the first air flip I fell out. I slammed to the ground and rolled and bounced revolutions of pain. When I stopped blood welcomed me along with a muted throb throughout my body. My head lay to one side and through the clouded dirt I saw the truck continue to tumble over twice more and land on the roof. The wheels were spinning faster than they ever would if they were on the ground. I turned my head to face the heavens. The sun parched my half living frame and I thought that death didn’t do a good job of catching me. Then I thought who remembers how they died if they are dead.

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2010-02-05T15:21:00.001-08:00

A-Stigma-Tism

2010-01-31T13:13:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago I had an eye doctor appointment. I received wonderful news in that I can actually see better then the computer measured results. The doctor stated that based on his printout I should not be able to read the eye chart as well as I did. It’s a miracle! Well, maybe not, but I walked out of the office with a normal pair of glasses versus the oh, so, un-sexy coke-bottle aww, dayum frames.

The American Optometic Association defines Astigmatism as a vision condition that causes blurred vision due either to the irregular shape of the cornea, the clear front cover of the eye, or sometimes the curvature of the lens inside the eye. An irregular shaped cornea or lens prevents light from focusing properly on the retina, the light sensitive surface at the back of the eye. As a result, vision becomes blurred at any distance. One week after my appointment I realized that I did have a-stigma-tism, but eye glasses were not what I needed to correct the condition.

I was driving and looking for a building address. Why do buildings go from number 26 to number 82? Just ridiculous! Although I was in the vicinity, I became frustrated when there was no place to park, so I could get out and ask for directions. Didn’t the world know that I was in desperate search of building number 47? I’m going to call my State Senator and complain; that’s if he isn’t to busy getting his freak on from a call that he made…to forgive is divine.

Well, I pulled up to the entrance of a parking garage and proceeded to take the directions out and explain them to the attendant. While I was halfway through my sentence I asked the attendant did he speak English. Rude, WandaLuv, just rude! Frustration makes you say some stupid shit, but degrading someone is simply ignorant. My entire tone with the foreigner was uncalled for. My assumption = a-stigma-tism in my mind.

See, I grouped the attendant with “his kind.” Can speak limited English and only knew how to direct cars up and down the ramp of the parking garage. Everybody has a story to tell; maybe I will read about his in the news one day. He may become the inventor of a device that pinpoints your exact location with picture detail, tells you where to park your car, and when to shut your mouth before you say something rude.

I did use the garage to park my car and when I retrieved it I made sure that I thanked him for directing me, and apologized for giving him a hard time. He smiled, said thank you, and probably muttered I get your kind all the time.

The word stigma means the mark of disgrace or discredit. Do you group people together as a whole, or do you see them as an individual? If you’ve seen one have you seen them all, or have you ever really noticed that one exists?

I kind of thought it was me, but realized it wasn’t after attending my daughter’s school last week for an after school program. My daughter’s first grade teacher sometimes talks to me with a hint of doubt in her voice. As if she’s telling me to do this for my child, but none of the parents ever do, so she knew that I wouldn’t either. It’s like she’s brushing me off; like I’m the same as each parent that sends their child to school unprepared. Maybe she does it and doesn’t know. Is that ignorance or adapted behavior? Hmmm…
At the school I had a chance to see a small percentage of the students and some of the parents. Was it my a-stigma-tism or were the parents classed as those kinds of people?

While deciding to write this post I thought about times that I have had a-stigma-tism. Once when riding the train in New York City my CD batteries went dead. My eyes scanned the car looking for an Asian person that my have batteries to sell. There was one woman seated a few feet away. I actually thought about going to ask her for batteries. Hey, I wanted the remainder of my ride to be musically filled. Rude, but a-stigma-tism clouds not only your vision, but your mind.

Is it a natural reaction to group races together? Is it a learned behavior? Can you get to know an individual without attaching the history of their nationality to them? Can we talk to someone of a different race about who we are without bringing up our history?

Astigmatism of the eye can be corrected. A-Stigma-Tism of the mind? Hmmm…

I luv yah’ll

In With the Old, Out With the New....

2010-01-16T09:42:00.000-08:00

Confusing title? At first glance sure, but keep reading. A new year means another chance to change everything that you didn’t quite seem to get to last year. Was one of those changes buying a new cell phone? What was wrong with the old one? Did it make phone calls like it was intended to do? Maybe you wanted to upgrade to a new phone because of the text messaging feature, the camera, the email alerts, or the fifty-trillion applications that you never use.

Buying a new car is always a blessing. Why did you buy one? Was it to get the new model that looks and drives like the old model, but costs ten thousand dollars more? The ten thousand dollars amount – exaggerated I know - is for the added comfort of two extra cup holders on the doors, just in case the four in the center aren’t enough.

The old way of wearing clothes seemed fine. You put on a shirt to cover the top portion of your body, and pants or skirts to cover the lower. The new way to wear clothing is to show as much titty and ass-crack allowed by law. Isn’t there an old law for indecent exposure?

Sneakers that light up so kids can see themselves when they’re outside playing at night. Uh, the old way was to have your ass in the house before it got dark.

A savings bank between your mattresses may not gain interest but taking it into the bank opens up a whole new world. It is the avenue for a pleasant exchange with the teller, and it provides security and light chatter to get the teller through the work day. The new – online banking, ATMs, and hidden fees that show up when you have no money to pay them. Overdraft!

Respect. What has happened to teaching our children about or adults living in respect? Adults are not supposed to swear, but we do. In the old days children would sneak and swear when adults weren’t around. The new children? Awww, Lawd! Somebody wash that child’s mouth out with bleach! They don’t use the proper salutation when addressing us either. Somewhere Miss, Mr. and Mrs. was replaced with whatever they felt like saying at the time.

Who decides to keep changing technology? Who are we keeping up with? What is happening to the technology of your family? When a fifteen year old boy texts his mother to tell her that he got his girlfriend pregnant we have gone too far! Sex and texting? Awww, Lawd! Sitting at the dinner table eating as a family isn’t the same when everyone is checking their Blackberry. We really did leave having dinner as a family to Beaver

An old saying that has been around for centuries is to never burn a bridge, because you never know when you might have to cross back over it. How many bridges have you burned to keep up with the new? Understandably old may not have a place in your life. You may have gained so much new weight that your old clothes don’t fit. You may have made decisions that changed the outlook on your life, and old relationships have to remain as is.

Life is forward motion. Standing still or living in the past is coffin fodder. We have to embrace change if we want to stay in the know. Record album, 8-Track, cassette tape, CD and MP3. The joy of going into the fast-food restaurant has been reduced to sitting in a line full of exhaust to receive a bag from the drive-thru. One window for orders; the next your edible delights. Get the product to the consumer as quickly and as compact as possible. Choke and go.

I love new. The internet and blogging, new shoes, new opportunities, you know, the new positive stuff. New is wonderful, familiar is comfortable, but old has always been reliable and reassuring. Can new become old and have lasting value, or is it new for such a short period of time that it fades away without a memory?

We decide what is best for our lives. If new is causing your decision-making process chaos to your megabyte memory storage files, press ctrl+alt+delete and save out with the new and in with the old.

I luv yah'll

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2010-01-09T08:21:00.000-08:00

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Happy New Year from Miss Luv's Books!

2010-01-01T09:34:00.001-08:00

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Merry Christmas from Miss Luv's Books!

2009-12-24T06:43:00.001-08:00

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WandaLuv's Blog Blast!

2009-12-19T15:37:00.000-08:00

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Don't Drop Da Ball

2009-12-06T07:18:00.000-08:00

We all love sports. Men love the battle, the camaraderie, the victories and defeats. Ladies love to see men in uniform being rough, ooh wee, and the money that comes with it. With the fun that a sport brings, there are rules that must be followed. You must stay inbounds, don’t foul out, no illegal contact, and don’t drop da ball.

Athletes work so hard to abide by the rules while on an authorized playing field. They don’t want to be the one to cause the team a penalty that may lead to a game loss. Yeah, on an authorized playing field they are a true team player. They hold on to da ball tight, they even wear a cup to assist in their effort. Don’t drop da ball – by any means necessary!

I can’t understand how they follow the rules for one team, but not the other. Is it because the other team isn’t equal? Is the other team not satisfying their needs? Does the other team not know their place? Till death do us part should make the other team equal to everything. Maybe till death do us part is in intensive care and needs a life saving operation, because by the looks of things, that sucka is on its way outta here.

People get married for the sake of having a wedding, not a marriage. We say that a woman wants a glamorous wedding more so that a man, but I don’t think so. Men want to look fly at a ceremony without putting in the work. They don’t lift a finger to help; just tell their boys to show up in a suit and get ready to drink.

“Well, I paid for whatever she wanted!”

Sorry, you paid for what you wanted. You paid for her to quit nagging you about this or that; you paid for silence and peace of mind. Money and peace will never be equal. The more peace a person has, the more piece of money they will have to pay to keep people from disturbing it. Funny, after all theses years we still haven’t learned that you can’t pay for peace.

The news during the new millennium has had many stories involving dropped balls, and the 90’s, the 80’s, and insert your decade here _____ dayum! Lawd, what happened, have cups gone out of style?

Do golfers wear cups? Maybe that’s Tiger Woods excuse. He has hit da balls on courses all over the world and I know he knows golf rules. When da ball is going towards the wrong target yell fore! That fool saw da balls going in the wrong direction and didn’t say a thing! Now he has to pay a penalty for his team…

Do basketball players wear cups? Maybe that’s Kobe Bryant’s excuse. He knows da balls are supposed to be dribbled on a basketball court. Since when did they put a basketball court in a hotel room that can only be played on from the backside? He is still paying interest on his team’s penalty…

Michael Jordan simply got confused. He tried to play basketball and golf and mixed up the rules. He didn’t know if he should yell fore or call a time-out. Instead of taking a step back and re-reading the rules, he just dunked da balls and swung da putter hoping for a good score. Not! Paying a team penalty for life ain’t no joke; no wonder he sells draws…

Steve McNair. I’m not saying anything. Till death do us part.

Michael Strahan should have put da ball between that field goal gap in his teeth instead of another woman’s flesh. Now he’s taking da balls to a field that has had funny balls in it for years. I hope da balls have a sense of humor and a lot of money…

OJ Simpson’s balls made him go crazy. If da balls aren’t getting enough playing time they just back up and burst.

Wilt Chamberlain was a ball-aholic. He didn’t get the nickname The Big Dipper solely for his skills on the court. I hope da balls were covered when he dipped them; passing illicit coatings around – barf, gag, vomit, shit, that’s nasty!

What has our society evolved into? When God made Eve for Adam did He have a wedding ceremony, or did He say “Here, Adam, tear it up and do what you want with it. And when you’re ready, take da balls wherever you want.” That doesn’t sound right to me, but maybe my hearing is shot.

Whose responsibility is it to keep track of da balls? Which team with the contract should make sure da balls don’t end up in the wrong game? Maybe we will figure that out one day; but until then, don’t drop da ball.

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Blind Eyes

2009-11-22T07:52:00.001-08:00

What is for you is for you. That is one statement that I have found to be entirely true in my life. Other people are not supposed to understand your you. We are not supposed to try and make them understand; when you come to realize that, you’ll be alright.

Pain comes when you understand and accept that some people don’t care about who you are, what your plans are, or what you have accomplished. They care when you’re riding the high wave, but when that wave dips, you better get ready for their version of suffering. Some words shouldn’t be spoken aloud – especially when the target hears them. Beware of the situation and surroundings when you run your mouth because although your lips may stop, the words keep on going.

Your parents are the vessel that physically brought you here, but God created you long before they connected. He made you a teacher and a student. We all have a story to tell and have all learned a lesson from someone. Life forces us take on many roles and the teacher/student partnership is one that we must manage simultaneously. It can be difficult at times trying to understand the why come they don’t get me and trying to make them understand you at the same time. Years of tears may fall from frustration that we view as a disappointment. Understand this – there is nothing disappointing about you.

An honest heart makes mistakes. An honest heart hurts from the mistakes that is has made. An honest heart will continue on until it corrects the mistakes and prospers.

People always have something to say and if or how what they say upsets you, oh well. If you are not doing what they want you to do or allowing them to manage your finances with their hands deep in your pockets, you are of no use to them. When the wave dissipates, so do you. Living flesh doesn’t dissolve so easily – I’m still here. Don’t act like you can’t see me, you look so awkward.

So many smile in your face folks. Stop the fake presentations; no matter how good you think you look your teeth are yellow, your lips are chapped, your face is ashy, and, uh, I can see through you. I don’t think that God made that your you, but hey, that is so not for me to understand.

Don’t expect anyone to realize your dreams. Blind eyes see what they want to see. It’s sad to find out that folks are only down with you when you’re up, family members included. When He puts you in position for your you, you have to take all that comes with it and keep on. Look at some situations as a temporary assignment – you have your time limit, you’re learning something new about people everyday, and you get what you need until the nest phase arrives.

I have said that when God taps you on your shoulder don’t shrug it off. I used to shrug it off all the time. He took me and shook me by my shoulders then. He has prepared me for people like you. A sista is ready – bring on the blessings!

The wave is forming again but blind eyes can’t see it and this time, it’s going to ride high for eternity.

I luv yah’ll.

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Miss Luv's Books is LIVE!

2009-11-21T08:30:00.000-08:00

Hey Yah'll!

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story and LuvMe are now available for purchase EVERYWHERE! WOOHOO!

Please visit your local bookstore and request Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story and LuvMe, by Wanda D. Hudson or publisher, Miss Luv's Books, or order online at any online retailer! You can also order from my website - http://www.wandadhudson.com

Aww, Lawd, the hot choco-latte is in the air! Mmmmm, doesn't (don't) it smell sweet?

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John T. Wills - Author of Just a Season

2009-11-15T13:56:00.000-08:00

Hey yah'll!

I had the pleasure of interviewing a wonderful author on Wanda's Way, Sunday November 15th! John T. Wills, the author of, Just a Season, stopped in and left us with WOW! Download the show at http://www.blogtalkradio.com , or listen over on your right! In the meantime, read what makes up this wonderfula man, and an excerpt from, Just a Season! Enjoy :-)

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Biography -

John Thomas Wills has earned a Master’s Degree in Business Administration, he's been a professor, a businessman, author, past officer of several business and community boards, a volunteer and friend to many. Regardless of the worldly titles given, John prefers to be called a man. Any accolades the author has received he attributes to the teachings and solid foundation provided by a loving grandfather. This great man assertively implanted the concept that knowledge is power, which developed into the understanding that education is the single most important ingredient necessary to neutralize those forces that breed poverty and despair. This philosophy planted the seeds that cultivated a life, which is “Just a Season.”

Synopsis for Just a Season -

Just a Season is a luminous story into the life of a man who, in the midst of pain and loss, journeys back in time to reexamine all the important people, circumstances, and intellectual fervor that contributed to the richness of his life. This fictional narrative begins with a grief-stricken father visiting the grave site of his beloved son who was killed in a tragic accident; a moment that he and no other loving parent should ever have to face. As he sadly gazes at his son's headstone and reads what is inscribed there, the dates 1981 - 2001 bring about an illuminating discovery.

The tiny dash that separates the years of one's birth and death represents the whole of a person's life. So if this tiny dash were to tell his life's story, what would it say? In Just a Season, the dash of this man's life is revealed and what emerges from the pages of this book is a legacy of true benevolence and grace.

Praise for Just a Season -

"Just a Season is a thought provoking novel by author, John T. Wills. ...focusing on various topics such as pain, suffering, love and life. The characters and the plot are captured very well. It is very well written from beginning to end. This is one of those books, where you cannot judge the book based on its title and cover." Congratulations well done! -- Afrika Asha Abney

". . . Thank you for your example of tenderness and discipline in what I know is a story of love, delicately shared with readers in a way that says, this life, though brief, is significant. So hold it in highest regard for "the dash" is our legacy to love ones, indeed to the world, which we are blessed to share, albeit, for Just a Season." Excellent! --Sistah Joy, Poet, Cable TV Host

"Wills pulls you in from the very first page... Just a Season is a heart-wrenching story about growing up and believing in yourself. I highly recommend this book to young men in high school, trying to find themselves and feeling like they have nowhere to turn."
Cheryl Hayes, APOOO Book Club

"This is the stuff movies are made of... not since Roots have I read anything that so succinctly chronicles an African American story." Amazing!!!
Cheryl Vauls, Library Services

"Not since The Color Purple have I read a book that evoked such emotions. John T. Wills possesses the ability to transport the reader directly into the life and struggles of his main characters story. I was educated in a way that did not afford me the benefit of truly understanding the significance of the historical events taught from a stand alone perspective. This book actually touched my heart and inspired me to increase the equity in my "dash"! Excellent
Tonja Covington

"John T. Wills captures male bonding between generations and lets the reader passively watch as family love and closeness unfold on the pages . . ."
Outstanding -- A great read -- Cheryl Robinson, Host and Executive Producer of JustAboutBooksTalkShow.com

"JUST A SEASON is laced with thought-provoking commentary on the Vietnam War, the assassinations of the 1960s, the migration of crack cocaine into inner-city neighborhoods, and a myriad of other ills that have rocked America. This is a very good piece intertwined with several history lessons spanning many decades."
Dawn Reeves, RAWSISTAZ Book Club

"John T. Wills particulars each notion so eloquently that you feel that you're actually right there with him... this is an inflicting history lesson that I believe all African American males should experience." JUST A SEASON is a pivotal read
Carmen, OOSA ONLINE BOOK CLUB

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Excerpt - Granddaddys Lessons

What do you think???

I’d like to offer a few thoughts concerning man/people love God who he/they cannot see, but cannot love the physical being of a the current political discourse on the health care debate. I’ve often asked myself; how can man who he can see? If we were about to witness the Second Coming of our Lord, another question would be; what would Jesus say? Believing and knowing that his life was lived in service of the least of thee and died for our sins - I wonder if he would react much in the way he did with the thieves in the temple.

I’ve watched the outrageous antics displayed during many of these town hall meeting where the opponents of something as morally correct as helping the sick are just “acting a fool”. Many of these folks are Republicans, it’s safe to assume, who believe in the sanctity of marriage, call themselves compassionate conservatives or Christian Conservatives, and believe in the right to life. Yet, they display such outrage and bigotry over an issue that would greatly benefit so many lives.

These are, many of them, the same folks who don’t believe our current elected president is the president. In this democracy to be qualified for the job one needs to be born in America to which most reasonable people would agree Hawaii, where records clearly indicate President Obama was born, is part of America. Then of course one must be elected by a majority of voters, which he was and by some accounts a “Landslide”. These same folks are all for bringing democracy to countries around the world but they apparently are not willing to accept it when it works here. I suppose this is the hypocrisy of democracy.

While watching television coverage of the town hall debates my thoughts were, I’ve seen this before – like in 1960. At one town hall event a news report covering the issue asked someone attending the rally; what is your concern? She said, “We want our country back”. As if the country was overthrown. The elderly woman went on to say “she wanted to restore the country back to what the founding fathers wanted in the Constitution”.

I looked at her wondering if she was aware that the Constitution was signed in 1887 by all white men excluding everybody but them. The founding fathers she referred to lived in a time when they owned human beings as chattel and women had no rights whatsoever. However, she was correct in that the Constitution affords us the right to free speech no matter how ridiculous it might be.

In her rage, she also said she does not want the government in her life making medical decisions for her. Hmmm – like the insurance company’s and HMO’s are doing now, if you are lucky enough to have insurance. She went on to say that “Obama wants the government to kill old people, socialize medicine, and take away our Medicare”. The lady who looked to be in her seventies and was wearing a t-shirt that said supports the troops obviously did not understand that both entities are government systems providing medical services that are socialized not to mention, I am sure, took advantage of Social Security. To be respectful this lady was surely among the low information crowd.

Standing near her in the frame of my television screen were people carrying signs with an erratic horary of issues. The most disrespectful was a sign that had the president looking like Hitler, arguably the worst man to every live. This might just be the reason for the Nazi remarks that could very well be a codeword for N- --- (n word) much in the way they throw around words like communist or socialist when referring to our president. Let’s be clear, the real issue is the face of what America looks like; a black President, a Jewish Chief of Staff, newly appointed Latin Supreme Court Justice, a woman Speaker of the House of Representatives – faces of ultimate power that are no longer all white men.

I don’t have to go back thirty or forty years because these people are the same ones we saw last summer attending rallies held by President Obama’s campaign opponent. However, I am old enough to remember the Jim Crow era when bigotry was a way of life and segregation was the law of the land. The problem is, I think, most African Americans have forgotten what it was like to be “Colored” and in spite of wanting to forget that myself I believe we are about to have a “Columbus Experience”. By that I mean we are going to discover America that “Real America” the now former Governor decried during the campaign because the actions of these people are eerily similar to the racism of a time I’d hoped to never see again.

I am an avid history buff. I just love knowing about the past because to know it and understand it allows you a glimpse into the future. For example, I can recall somewhere around 1860 when there was a movement by many states with a perverse idea called “secession”, which occurred and the United States split into two countries. The reason, as we all know, was about money and the profits gained from the institution of Slavery. Today the issue has again been raised for the same reasons – money, profits, and race.

Recently conservatives held what they called “Tea Parties” in many cities around the nation because they believe the country is going in the wrong direction. I suppose this was to symbolize the Boston Tea Party where the colonists were planting the seed of revolt. It is the same thing that was done in 1860 - revolt. Before I go on, let me say that they seemed to forget what course the nation was on during the last eight years when terror was the main concern.

When you talk about secession and government revolt – it’s called treason and that is brought about by terror. As much as we’ve heard about terror over the last eight years this mindset/behavior rises to the level of a greater evil. Let me highlight the most inflammatory act perpetrated to date. The other day a protester showed up for a town hall meeting held by the President of the United States - ARMED. “Strapped”, yes with a gun – a side arm in plain view where the president was speaking.

At another town hall event there was a guy arrested by the Secret Service because the protester was holding a sign that said he wanted to kill President Obama and his whole family. At the same event there were several signs that said, “Death to the tyrant”. This can’t be simply about health care reform. It’s been reported that the president receives 4-5 hundred death threats a day and with America’s horrible history of assassinations we should be very concerned. Let’s not forget the decade of the 1960’s where we lost a President, a King, an X, a Senator, and several other prominent leaders to assassination.

The actions of these people and let’s not leave out the radio commentators they listen to, who want the president to fail, spew their venom creating a very dangerous environment is reminiscent of the 1960’s. Surely there are a lot of mean spirited evil people in this world and evil is not usually associated with Jesus. Therefore, I think we know what Jesus would say, maybe something like - let’s turn to each other not on each other.

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EXCERPT ALERT - LuvMe - This Rhythm is Rated L

2009-11-08T12:23:00.000-08:00

“Just come open the door. I’m outside your apartment.”

“I’ll be right there.”

The phone landed somewhere as I ran to the door faster than I did before. This time when I opened it, Sheree stood before me with a long red coat on and a pair of thigh high red boots. She breezed past me and dropped her coat to the floor. The floor mat to the game Twister was wrapped around her body. She unwrapped it and let it fall. No other covering was on her. There was nothing that could do her justice. I closed the door.

“Take off your clothes.”

Without questions my ragged jogging pants and tee shirt came off. We faced each other naked – like a stand off, with her boots giving her more leverage than me.

“I want you to do what I say and do it well. Do you understand?”

My head shook up and down, then again, up and down, then again. I was dizzy within her.

“Go and get the ice bucket.”

Sheree’s voice came to me like a dominatrix in training. She spoke like she had one more test to pass before she could hold the crown. Her voice was forceful, soothing, and pleading from within for love. I listened.When I returned to the room with the bucket as she requested she had spread the mat out, and was standing at one end of it.

“Lay the bucket in the center of the mat on the yellow circle.”

I obeyed.

“Stand in the middle of the mat with my p**** over the bucket.”

As I began to move I heard My, My, My from the CD. I wanted to cry out that I was in love. A figure eight, a coke bottle, her waist, her thighs, her breasts, I, I…I couldn’t believe she stood before me. Her legs were spread a bit and I noticed a small tattoo high on her inner left thigh. I wanted to suck it.

“Left hand blue.”

The blue circle was to my rear so I bent back and placed my hand on it.

“Right hand green.”

The green circle was also to my rear. My bending more to the rear made my middle come down low over the ice bucket. I held my head back and let it hang. My body was open wide to her. She had me. Finally, I was hers.

The touch of her tongue blazed me to my heart. It pumped with anticipation. Sheree was between my legs teaching me how to love us. The ice gliding around me gave me a sensation of hot, cold, cool, and flaming at the same time. My mind ran far and came back close as she gently crawled over my body. My position was the same, my back was inner arched and my legs were open wide. She kissed my chest, my breasts, my belly button, and came back up to my neck. A tear escaped me.

“Right foot red.”

I slid my foot forward not knowing where it was going to end. I didn’t care; I just wanted to please Sheree.

“Left foot yellow.”This time the motion left me laying flat on my back with my eyes facing my baby. We took each other in within a twisted rhythm of euphoric colors. Her tender breasts lay on mine and my tears continued.

“Don’t cry, lover.”

Our lips met. I wrapped my arms around her trying to press her into me. Her hips, her ass, and her back belonged to me. I squeezed them all. My, My, My, our love came in yellow, red, blue, and green. A game so simple, yet so complex. The bucket tipped and a sensation came. More sensations followed. A game that taught me to release my fears in love.

The game taught Sheree to love the one her release is with. That night we played more than a mere child’s game. We dealt our cards, we rolled our dice, and ultimately we hit the Lotto. We won them all and have never stopped pleasing each other. We decided that night that we would work on having a relationship. Sheree thought all a relationship consisted of was sex, freaky or not. I didn’t know sex was a major part of one. That was seven years ago. To this day, Sheree makes me proud to say that my rhythm is rated L.

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EXCERPT ALERT - Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

2009-10-18T08:10:00.000-07:00

Terrance started a fight with me that morning over my use of water. He said I should pay the water bill, along with the rent, because I was bigger than him and used more of it. It was early and I was cranky from not having much s...leep the night before. He had his friends over for an all night party on a Tuesday. None of them had jobs, so no one had anywhere to be but where they were. I didn’t feel like hearing what he had to say, so I replied with a smart quick tongue, hoping to silence him.

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve said to date. I guess you expect me to pay the cable, gas, light, and phone bill as well since your pathetic ass isn’t man enough to do it. Shut up, Terrance. It’s too early for your mouth.”

My response caught him off guard because his reply to me was that of silence. I started walking towards the bathroom to get dressed when I heard him running up behind me. My face was met with his head when I turned towards him. The fool head butted me. His exact target was my eye. I fell backwards on the floor and grabbed my face in pain. Gray stars and filthy vultures circled my face and moaned a song of gloom; it hurt so bad.

While I was on the floor crying and screaming how sick I thought Terrance was, he started kicking me in my back, sides, and face, while yelling in crazy man lingo.

“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fat, sloppy bitch! Your stupid ass is going to pay every bill that comes into this house whether I have a job or not! Now get your sorry ass up and fix me some breakfast!”

He stopped kicking me and walked away muttering words under his breath that only a psychotic nut would understand. I managed to get up and went into the bathroom to look at my face. My left eye watched my right eye swell up, and my right eye noticed my left eye was red and puffy. My black eyes were on their way.

I took my nightgown off and looked at my stomach in the mirror. It was bruised and I imagined my back was, as well. There was no need to look because I’d felt this way before. I wanted to call into work, but I was already absent two days that week and couldn’t afford to miss anymore.

My right eyeball was no longer visible, and I’d have to wear a pair of light colored shades all day as I’d done before. I was at the point of not even bothering to put on makeup to try and cover it up, knowing what I was hiding, as did everyone else. I’m not sure who was who, but I came out of the bathroom to see Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde standing in my living room in the form of Terrance’s body.

“Hey, baby. I have some interviews to go on today, so I’ll drop you off at work. I put your purse and jacket in the car, and I want to stop and grab you some breakfast, so hurry your sweet self up.”

He walked out the door and I stood in the middle of the room waiting for an answer. Someone needed to tell me Terrance was sick and I wasn’t the person that had his cure. Sure, I had the answer; I just didn’t feel like talking to myself.

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You Down With NPP?

2009-10-11T08:30:00.001-07:00

Different times call for different initials. Most of us remember the catchy hook; yea, you know me. Well, it can surely fit today. I’m down with NPP! The Noble Peace Prize was awarded to our President Barack Obama! Next phrase – are you ready for some football?

Is it sad to say that our President now has to stick diligently to a plan for every move he makes? Stick to the playbook, Sir, because if you sneeze during a speech at the United Nations, a statement will be released detailing the severity of it. Aww, Lawd, he got the swine! He’s trying to infect his views on the world! Impeach is ass! After all, a Nobel Peace Prize recipient does not have any flaws. Some say he received it to soon – he hasn’t done anything. I guess they weren’t on the nominating committee.

We all live history; some of it is printed in text books, most of it isn’t. This particular day, Friday October 9th, 2009, is a part of my minds legacy. See, on this day I volunteered at a fund raiser for Northeast Public Radio – NPR. I was a part of the valiant personnel who answered telephones, and recorded pledges from people who desired to keep NPR going strong. Giving up money in a recession? Some folks need to mind their own recession business and stop inflecting negative views on others – just my opinion. Broke isn’t always Poor. Poor isn’t always Po’. Yah’ll know what I’m saying…

The enthusiasm that filled the room was amazing. Not just for seeing the station reach its goal, but also for our President winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I received calls from people pledging amounts that ranged from twenty-five dollars to one thousand dollars. Amazing. The part of the pledgers and my conversation that made me feel validated was not the fact that they so effortlessly divulged personal information, but that they wanted to leave a comment to be read over the air – name included. They wanted people to know that they enjoyed the station AND that they were so proud of OUR President for being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

I noticed that I was the only black volunteer during the time that I was there, which was between the hours of 8am and 3pm. There were maybe 25-40 people in room at various times. Did they notice, too? I’m sure they did, but I got the vibe that on that day it didn’t matter. The more things stay the same, the more they change. I know, I said it “backwards” but I meant it moving forward. Many times I have been the only black person in the room and it mattered, and it was noticed. I filled the quota. Somebody’s job had been done.

Twenty years later I wasn’t a quota – I was a welcomed addition to a cause. A cause to keep an informative station on the air, and a valuable asset to show that we as a people desire the same things. Validation. Shoot, I want a cup of coffee and a donut for breakfast sometimes just like everyone else. I want to provide for my family and have job security just like everyone else. I want to commend our President on his achievement just like everyone else.

I do believe that certain things will always be present between races. There are differences that, well, make us different. It’s okay. Racism, hmm, well, it exists. To finally physically see people of a different race applaud and rally behind a man that my race let the world borrow because he is ours, is incredible. WE (and WE encompasses yah’ll, too) voted for him. WE support him through all adversity. WE all are united and can sing the jingle proudly – You Down With NPP? Yea, you know me!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
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Purple Panties - An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

Uhm, What Are You Selling?

2009-09-04T19:26:00.000-07:00

A child’s favorite pastime during summer months is the infamous ice cream truck. To hear the delightful bell, horn, or looped melody approaching causes a thunderous amount of unexplainable joy. The feeling is one that never leaves your senses. As an adult, even after the onset of lactose intolerance, one still feels a slight urgency to purchase one or two scoops.

Having a small child means you must have money each time the top ten melody goes into rotation. Recently my family changed zip codes, but in all of my sexy years on this earth, I have only known Mr. Softee. A blue and white truck with a cool looking cone dressed up to every child’s fancy. Mr. Softee definitely isn’t prejudiced, he serves everybody. You don’t need a number, just get in line and watch your toes – eager children could care less about your twenty-five dollar pedicure.

The truck is equipped for the hearing impaired – the loud top ten hit that can be heard from miles away, and the blind. – the looped music that continuously plays over and over, so don’t worry if you make a few wrong turns - keep tapping that walking stick until you find it.

My new zip code doesn’t include Mr. Softee but the new and improved text message aged Mr. Ding-a-Ling! WHAT? Yes, Mr. Ding-a-Ling! Is it just me or when you read this did your mind go kiddie playground porn-tastic?

The first time I saw the truck thankfully I was alone. The laughter that exploded from me! My goodness, a person laughing alone could be categorized as a bad drug mix. “Oh, she must have taken some of the good stuff’” is the statement that I looked like.

Am I a horny woman looking for a quick orgasm at each corner? Hmmm, I don’t think so. The thought that ran through my mind after my laughter subsided was, “And we wonder why our kids feel that oral sex isn't sex! We hear the dayum bell and they run to the truck with our money to get their licks on!”

Yesterday Mr. Ding-a-Ling stopped on the street that we live on. My daughter and I ran down the stairs, but unfortunately he pulled off before we made it. My child cried an anguished, “No!” and continued to cry as we made it back up the stairs. It took me at least ten minutes to console her. My untold thought, “Shit, I didn’t want you licking none of his stuff anyway.”

Mr. Ding-a-Ling had his way. He returned three hours later. I heard him, grabbed my wallet, yelled out to Doobah, “Come’on!” and dayum near broke my neck getting down the stairs. Doobah yelled, “Don’t leave me!’ but I was already down the stairs on the sidewalk. Mr. Ding-a-Ling would not leave us this time.

Maybe I am a horny woman. Although Mr. Softee is the keeper of some of my life’s most fond memories, I really don’t want to meet a man that proudly says, “Hi, my name is Mr. Softee.” Mr. Ding-a-Ling is straight to the point. That name on an ice cream truck though, for me, keeps me asking, Uhm, What Are You Selling?

Wanda D. Hudson
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2009-09-04T18:20:00.001-07:00

Okay, WHY is the ice cream truck called Mr. Ding-a-Ling? And we wonder why our kids feel that oral sex isn't sex! We hear the dayum bell and they run to the truck with our money to get their licks on...LuvPing is SEXY!

2009-09-04T17:51:00.001-07:00

LuvTweet, LuvPress, LuvSpace, LuvBlog and now LuvPing! Dayum...It's all SEXY!

Inspected by God

2009-08-17T15:08:00.000-07:00

Long time no see, where have you been? These are a few of the questions that I have been asked lately. I usually answer that I have been here, but there is no set definition of my here. The middle of last year crashed for me. Many of you know that I lost my father on June 4th, 2008. Within weeks shortly thereafter my life began to collapse. There were no battery cables to hook up to for a reviving jump.

There is a paragraph in my first novel, Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story that details the characters feelings on grief. I had never experienced grief, and wrote it believing that her reactions were how someone would feel. The words were on point. Your mind wanders; your heart aches, and you continue to break down while hateful blood churns through your veins. Bluntly put, that shit hurts.

My 2008-2009 has been difficult. I lost my drive to write or to do anything productive for my personal gain. The post below mentions my daily routine. That particular routine came to an end in late June. That was it – I had enough. I will always miss my daddy, but grief can kiss my ass. I’m so sick of it handling me like I’m a foolish punk. It told me what to say, when to say it, and when to shut my mouth. It allowed me to tolerate behavior that is absolutely unacceptable in my professional, and personal life.

Why do people do you dirty? Why do people set out to do you dirty? Why do people think that you don’t know they did you dirty? Some of the things I put up with – please… This post is not written to belittle anyone or bring negativity to light. A few months ago I let it go. My life was tired of waiting on me. The inner turmoil that I caused myself was enough stress for three strokes. I thought my child would find me dead and there would be no one here for her.

We all suffer through something. As long as we have the ability to get THROUGH it, we can continue to prosper. Some of us don’t. Wallowing in misery and blaming everyone else was simply not it for me. My father died. I said it. I knew he was sick, I knew he was going to die, but I didn’t want him to. My father died. I said it again and I’m okay. I can still function on this earth. I can still be here and not feel guilty because he isn’t. I still love him.

Coming to grips with the fact that life will roll on whether you can hang or not was rough. I have struggled financially, mentally and physically. Making the wrong decisions, whew, that gets old. The past ten years have been a serious lesson. I was scored on a curve and barely passed. I’ll never say I may be black, I may be ugly – we love you Celie, but I’m still here. I’m SEXY, I’m talented, and I’m still here.

Sometimes when we make a purchase there is a small piece of paper inside of the item with an inspectors number on it. If there is a problem with the item you can exchange it or get your money back, but you may never meet the inspector. I was Inspected by God; you can’t exchange me and I‘m priceless. My inspector is available whenever I need Him.
I’ve been stretched to the limit and have returned better than before. I’m not refurbished, damaged or rebuilt. Just upgraded. The original version gets the job done; this version – keep breathing and you may understand. When you step out on faith, He takes all of your doubts, fears and mistakes. He will forgive you.

The SEXY One has been Inspected by God; are you ready?

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
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Purple Panties - An Eroticanoir.com Anthology

Working Depression, Please Fire Me

2009-02-23T07:07:00.000-08:00

My daddy died today. Well, actually he died June 4th, 2008, but each day is the same for me. Now I lay me down to sleep doesn’t work. When I close my eyes I see my daddy lying in his coffin. I know he is not going to get up, so the vision never changes. My mornings are identical; I wake up tired and want to stay in the bed until. If I didn’t have to “live” I wouldn’t. Routine – open my eyes and listen to my mind complain, get Dasia ready, take her to school, and go to work and “function.” Thank God for Dasia. Monday through Friday I remain under my sheets until I’m late enough for work - not enough for my boss to complain, but enough for me to fuss as to why I continue to fall into the late schedule. People lose their jobs everyday, but my working depression won’t fire me.

I’ll settle for a layoff if it’s long term and the position won’t call me back. I can’t shake this. One minute anger is my best friend, the next hate, and I try to reason with it all. Tolerating things that I paid no attention to previously burns holes into my soul. My mouth, oh, the words that can come from my mouth. My dreams tremble me. One night I had one about a basement full of rats. The setting was on a street that my family resided on when I was a child, but in a neighbor’s apartment. The rats crawled into the cement wall, the wall closed and all their tales fell off. The next one I can remember contained dogs, spit, singing and skin. Working depression, please fire me.

I don’t write anymore. I figured getting this out might help. Lying on a couch talking about my feelings would be a waste of time and money. I’d make myself late or not show up. The someone that I need to talk to is dead. The woman that raised my father said it would get better; she died less a month after my daddy did. What am I looking forward to?

Patience is invisible in my world, although I’m not as mean as I was a few months ago. That’s my opinion. I still like to blast certain people who say dumb things with no meaning. You can’t have an opinion about someone else’s opinion, but I don’t care. I’m talking shut them down and get out my face blast. Rude for Miss WandaLuv, but effective.

See, I had this multimillion-dollar empire planned for my family. The dream that my daddy chased all his life ran to me. Miss Luv’s Books was formed, NYC was the place where my astronomical comedy career would blossom - my father would lavish in it. He pushed me, he told me that I was still young and it took work. My daddy told me to keep at it. “Babygirl people work their whole lives to make it; you got plenty of time.” I wish I had enough time for him.

My prior life of hustling for it is somewhere. I don’t make any effort to develop the uniqueness that is I. In all honesty – I’m all fucked up. Just tired, angry and aggravated. Am I going to commit suicide? Hell naw, fool! My daddy would kill me! This is my attempt at getting back to the swing of things. Misery could care less about who it chooses for company.

On March 2nd I’ll be forty-three. Before June 4th I loved my birthday. I’d buy myself a present, go out or celebrate with friends. When I turned thirty I threw my own birthday party. What a vain heffa I was. This year I will think about how my daddy felt the day that I was born. He had something that was for him and still is his. I’ll get it together one day.

When will these weird dreams stop? Why do I wake up tired when I don’t dream? Why do I keep seeing him lying in that coffin? By the way, he was laid out in a gold-ish tan colored suit that matched the coffin. He was always a suit wearing well-dressed man. My father’s love of clothes, his laugh that I can still hear, and his voice. These are some of the things that I never want to forget. Do you forget?

I want to sell books and perform on stage. Book clubs need me to make their meetings exciting. Comedy shows need a little luv. My Blog Talk Radio Show – Wanda’s Way - was HOT. Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story, LuvMe, the book and the fragrance, and A Sheltered Life need me to make it. I need a stimulus plan custom designed for me.

How do you live with depression? It’s easy. Take a shower, go to work, go back home, take a shit, and go to bed. Plenty of us do it everyday. Many of us have been doing it for years. When distress happens in your life most of us call our mother. My mother doesn’t care to talk about my daddy. They were divorced after twenty-seven years of marriage. They both remarried, but she still brings up things that happened in 1970. The husband-wife relationship is totally different than the father-daughter one. The first person I called when I found about my daddy was her. She told me to be strong. She didn’t realize that she was talking to a baby and babies aren’t supposed to be strong. I don’t give a damn about her past and I guess she doesn’t care about my present. All fucked up.

A good job is challenging to find and to quit a job is idiotic, but one day I have to resign from this one. No unemployment for quitters, which would mean no Cheetos for Dasia…back to my first request. Working Depression, Please Fire Me.

I love you, Daddy.

Wanda D. Hudson
http://www.wandadhudson.com

A Procession of One

2008-06-12T16:51:00.000-07:00

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.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Wanda's Way + Cafe Press = SEXY!

2008-05-18T05:03:00.000-07:00

Please visit http://www.cafepress.com/wandasway to get your Wanda's Way merchandise!

Tee shirts, mugs, calendars and stuff for your dog!

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

2008-05-14T17:14:00.000-07:00

A Taste of Java

L.J. Wilson

Gifted Pen Publishing

February 2008

ISBN - 978-1-60585-063-4

www.ljwilsonauthor.com

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
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com

What Shade Are Your Purple Panties?

2008-05-10T16:48:00.000-07:00

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 Eroticanoir.com 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 Eroticanoir.com 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 Eroticanoir.com 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 Eroticanoir.com 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
LuvMe
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

I'm So VAIN...LOL!

2008-04-23T17:08:00.000-07:00

Wanda's Way Wants YOU!

2008-04-09T17:03:00.000-07:00

http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway

Wanda's Way is looking for participants for the following shows!

Sunday, May 25th, 12 NOON EST - Ebook? Ewww...

Sunday, June 8th, 12 NOON EST - Self-Publishing Perils!

Sunday, June 15th 12 NOON EST - Run for Cover!

Sunday, July 13th 12 NOON EST - Anthology Attitude

Sunday, July 27th 12 NOON EST - Marketing Madness

Sunday, August 24th 12 NOON EST - Erotic Escapades!

Sunday, September 7th 12 NOON EST - Black Bookstore Blues

Sunday, September 28th 12 NOON EST - Literary Letdown

Sunday, October 26th 12 NOON EST - Mysterious Methods

Sunday, November 2nd 12 NOON EST - Book Club Blowout

Sunday, November 23rd 12 NOON ET - Comedy Calvacade!

Book your spot with The SEXY One!

wanda_d_hudson@ yahoo.com

Keep it SEXY

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Don't forget to add Wanda's Way as a favorite Blog Talk Radio Show!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe
Give Your Book An Extra - have it Critiqued With Luv!
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway
http://www.myspace. com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Succulent - Chocolate Flava ll
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Everybody Needs A Little Luv! Sunday December 16th, 12 NOON EST!

2007-12-11T16:20:00.000-08:00

Please click on to Wanda's Way Sunday, December 16th at 12 NOON EST!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

This is the show that you all have been waiting for - its the -

Everybody Needs A Little Luv Show!

Are you lonely this holiday? Broke? Tired? Hungry?

Don't worry, WandaLuv has got YOU!

Listen in and hear some of your favorite luv songs that bring back SEXY memories!

Why did he leave you? Why did she cheat? Who cares!

WandaLuv has got YOU!

Call in and tell me all about it

646-716-7710!

Don't forget to add Wanda's Way as a favorite Blog Talk Radio Show!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Sunday December 9th 12 NOON EST! JJ Michael - What's Your Number?

2007-12-09T06:33:00.000-08:00

Please click on to Wanda's Way Sunday, December 9th at 12 NOON EST!

http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway

My super sexy fabulous guest will be JJ Michael!
www.jjmichael. org
www.pathtotruth. com

After numerous appearances on 98.7 KISS FM, JJ has decided to do it Wanda's Way!

JJ Michael is the author of Path To Truth, It's Not Over Yet, and Life is Never as it Seems.
Metaphysics, numerology.. .ooh, this is a show that you don't want to miss!

To get in on the action please call - 646-716-7710!

Don't forget to add Wanda's Way as a favorite Blog Talk Radio Show!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
http://www.wandadhu dson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway
http://www.wandaswa y.blogspot. com
http://www.myspace. com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Poetry Pro's - Sunday, December 2nd, 12 NOON EST!

2007-11-25T16:53:00.000-08:00

Hello all you fabulous, spoken word artists! Next week on Wanda's Way is your day! Sunday, December 2nd at 12 NOON EST show the world how you flow!

Poetry Pro's is the title and I would love to have you call in and promote yourself!

646-716-7710

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

Sunday, December 2nd at 12 NOON EST

Recite a few verses, shout out your website! Tell us why your passion for words makes us weak!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Editing Etiquette - Sunday, November 25th 12 NOON EST!

2007-11-23T07:06:00.000-08:00

Sunday, November 25th at 12 NOON EST click on to Wanda's Way!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ wandasway

The discussion will be Editing Etiquette! My special guest panelists will be:

Carla Dean of U Can Mark My Word - http://www.ucanmarkmyword.com

Author/Editor DL Sparks - All That Glitters - http://www.dlsparks.com

Oh Lawd...who dat be and why come dey here? Listen in, call in, and ask why editors do what they do!

646-716-7710

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

2007-11-17T17:24:00.000-08:00

Sunday, November 18th at 12 NOON EST click on to Wanda's Way!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

My special guest will be Claudia Brown-Mosley. Listen in as the author of I Can Have My Cake and Eat It To gives us a slice of her life!

646-716-7710

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv - January 2008
http://www.wandadhu dson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.blogtalk radio.com/ wandasway
http://www.wandaswa y.blogspot. com
http://www.myspace. com/wandaluv
Contributing Author -
Chocolate Flava 2 - February 2008
Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 - November 2008

Wanda's Way - Sunday November 11th 12 NOON EST!

2007-11-09T17:02:00.000-08:00

Please click on to Wanda's Way this Sunday, November 11th at 12 NOON EST!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

My special guest will be Quashon Davis! Mr. Davis is the author of Masquerade. Listen in on his tale of two in love with one. Sounds like a maze that has no end!

646-716-7710

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of your's Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Looking 4 Luv?

2007-11-03T06:17:00.000-07:00

Well, you can find it by visiting my website to order your copy of LuvMe! LuvMe is a collection of romantic erotic shorts all written by the SEXY ONE - ME!

http://www.wandadhudson.com

LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

I know you can't get enough of ME, so in 2008 purchase a copy of Chocolate Flava 2! Yes, the SEXY one, ME, will have a story called Beauty included among the pages!

I will also have a story titled, The Finest Man, in Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2, which will be available November 2008!

Both of these are Zane anthologies so get ready for sumthin...

Can you smell Hot Chocolate?

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ wandasway
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv

The SEXY One Is Coming on Strong!

2007-10-24T17:04:00.000-07:00

Can YOU handle it?

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY...
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv

2007-10-07T17:56:00.000-07:00

Hey All You Sexy Poets,

Sunday, December 2nd is your day on Wanda's Way!

Poetry Pro's is the topic and I want you to tell us how your words flow so elegantly, so sweet, so tortured, so unique! Hey does that rhyme?

Does it have to rhyme, what is your rhythm?

Come'on - share your secrets! Please email me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title Poetry Pro's and I'll sign you up!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

646-716-7710

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ wandasway
Uhm, Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY
http://www.wandasway.blogspot. com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv

Sunday - 12 NOON EST - Wanda's Way!

2007-09-30T06:07:00.000-07:00

Join me every Sunday at 12 NOON EST on Blog Talk Radio!

Wanda's Way has the best interviews, life talk, and STUFF!

646-716-7710

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Uhm...Blog Talk Radio has never been so SEXY :-)

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv

Snoop Rules and Regulations - Do They Even Exist?

2007-09-23T08:15:00.000-07:00

1. Are there any rules to going thru someone's personal belongings?

2. If you do this without the owner's knowledge, do you have a right to question what you saw?

3. If you find activity which is current, is it okay to snoop?

4. If the information you find is 5+ years old, is it any of your business? Or does it even matter how old the goods are, is it any of your business?

Snoop Rules and Regulations - Do They Even Exist?

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
Everybody Needs A Little Luv - Get Some Of Yours Wanda's Way!
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story Reader Review!

2007-08-12T06:19:00.000-07:00

This is what another author said yesterday about Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story. Reading this made me pick my book up and hug her!

Have YOU gotten your copy yet?

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Dorothy Goins wrote:

Wanda. You have written such a witty and wise book that kept me turning the pages with laughter, anger and oftentimes pity for the main character who I most times wanted to slap some sense into. I have a couple of pages left and that just shows how much I want to savour the reading because I don't want the story to end. I have to admit in the beginning I was having a hard time accepting the main character speaking to me "the dear reader" but after staying with the story and (I analyze a book) going with the flow, it so worked for me. Lynnde became a part of my living room, my bedroom and anywhere I sat to absorb the story. Great Job! Wanda.

Lynnde is a exemplary character that depicts all the mistakes numerous women make when selling themselves short for the sake of what they call love. Isn't it sad that love was there in front of Lynnde all the time. She missed "the most important lesson of all" which was learning to love herself. So her lessons had to be repeated several times. When you love yourself, you open the door for others to enter in and love you with the portions of love you are so worthy of. I'll be back shortly with my overall review of the book and I will also post it to AMAZON. Keep writing.

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Now, I know YOU want a copy after reading that!

http://www.wandadhudson.com

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv

Calling All Independant Film Producers!

2007-08-05T06:48:00.000-07:00

Sunday, September 23rd, at 12 NOON EST is your day on Wanda's Way! My listeners and I would like to hear how you do what you do! What drives you to put IT on film? What is a no - what is a go - what is a HAIL NAW!

What color goes with green? Money green that is! We want to know about the process of going from your mind, to paper, to film. Is it a 3 step process or a long ladder with a few broken rungs?

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway - 646-716-7710

Please email me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title, Doin' It The Indie Way, and I'll sign you up!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv - get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway

Tune In To Wanda's Way!

2007-07-28T15:36:00.000-07:00

Hey Sexy Folks!

Yours truly, ME, has a Blog Talk Radio Show! OOHIT! OOHIT!

This Sunday, July 29th at 12 noon, please tune in to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wandasway. My first special guest will be YOU! Yes - YOU! Simply call 646-716-7710 and we will let the listeners know about YOU!

You can talk about your books, your latest endeavors, and one lucky caller will play the top ten in five! What is that? Uh-uh, call Wanda's Way and find out! (Now, your book and endeavor info has to be kept to a minimum of 2 minutes...yah'll know people are going to call me - I'm SEXY)

If you would like to be a future guest on Wanda's Way, please send an email to wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com with the title, I Want To Do it Wanda's Way, and I'll sign you up!

Everybody Needs A Little Luv...get some of yours Wanda's Way!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Hello Again and Thank You!

2007-07-22T05:24:00.000-07:00

Thank you to everyone who stopped by my table at the Harlem Book Fair. I appreciate your support! For those of you who purchased Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story, I truly hope you enjoy it.

I am looking forward to hearing from you again! Please leave your contact information here, or you can reach me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com, or by visiting my website - http://www.wandadhudson.com/

Congratulations to Terri Green! She was the winner of the Everybody Needs A Little Luv Raffle Bag!

Take care and stay sexy!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
Available Now - LuvMe - The Fragrance
Coming Soon - LuvMe - The Book
Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv
http://www.wandadhudson.com/

AVAILABLE NOW - LuvMe - The Fragrance

2007-05-20T06:32:00.000-07:00

A Sexy Collaboration of a Passionate Scent and Erotic Words

LuvMe

The invitingly intimate new fragrance from the sexy one
Miss WandaLuv.

Behold the Passion

Inhale the Sensuality

LuvMe – Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

LuvMe

A tantalizing collection of erotic luv stories to make your imagination roam with pleasure.

Your days and nights will never be lonely within the pages.

Wear the Scent. Read the Words.

LuvMe - Because Everybody Needs A Little Luv

Wanda D. Hudson

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

http://www.wandadhudson.com

I Mus Be Ready

2007-04-14T15:40:00.000-07:00

As a child I was told that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words would never hurt me. As an adult I know that this kiddie rhythm is wrong. Sticks and stones will kill you, and words will bury you six feet plus while you're still breathing.

It usually takes an action in order to get a reaction. Why do we always have to react? Is it any one persons fault that we have to come to the rescue of each other when we are separated from one another? Our lives should already be at a point and a pace that is beyond comfortable with no hurtful words, sticks, or stones in view.

The lyrics say a change gone come. The change came, but we either didn't see it, or simply didn't know how to keep it revolving in the right direction.

One action makes us remember what we should think about on more than an anniversary. One action of distaste is all it takes to cause a debate of what should be done to keep our change from diminishing to less than what it takes to place a ten cent call. Wait, the cost of a call hasn't been ten cents in years? Where do we really stand? How much change do we have left?

Words. Bullets. Rape. Murder. Death. These cause us to remember.

Slaves
look
Slaves
at
Slaves
all
Strange Fruit
the
Malcom X
african
Addie Mae Collins
niggar
Martin Luther King
colored
Carole Roberston
black
Johnnie Robinson
people
Strange Fruit
who
Medgar Evers
have
Denise McNair
died
Sean Bell
for
Cynthia Wesley
a
James Byrd Jr.
change
Strange Fruit
that
Unidentified Body (bodies)
is
James Chaney
within
Emmet Till
us

We argue over our history. We argue over our titles. This is an argument that will never be won. Other races belittle us and say it's okay because we belittle ourselves. We get angry and try to decide to whom the blame will fall on. Every opinion is right. Each view differs. The fight continues because of this.

There are only a few things that I know and I believe are certain. I know I love my family. I know that our titles, our words, have taken on a entity of their own. They are used by many, but the reason for the easy disposal by others has yet to be explained.

Jesus is coming. I believe this is certain. I Mus Be Ready.

I luv you.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Brunch - Poetry - Comedy!

2007-04-05T12:15:00.000-07:00

Come out and let you hair down. Leave your worries and cares at homeand join us for 2 Snaps & A Twist Brunch Event. We will have spokenword from Robbyne Kaamil and the comedic talents of Wanda D Hudson AKA Miss WandaLuv!

Robbyne has entertained audiences and performed on numerous stages across the country with her spicy seminars, dynamic comedy and soulstiring poetry.Wanda is a wonderful new author, and her first novel, is Wait forLove: A Black Girl's Story! Wanda is also a talented comedian, Miss WandaLuv who will have you rolling on the floor! (well, maybe not rolling on the floor...I mean, how would that look - your dumb azz doing a busted version of break dancing...)

Sisters Inc.Annie Mae's Cheesecakes was established in January of 2005 after the death of Annie Mae Moore from breast cancer in October of 2004.Ethel Events & Moore Catering was formed after the passing of Ethel Moore in January 2006.In keeping their legacy alive and continuing the family legacy ofcreating delectable eats & treats we have joined forces to give you Sisters Inc.

Menu
Mini BLT w/ Turkey or Pork Bacon
Waffles & Wings
Wraps: Turkey & Cheese or Tuna
Muffins Danishes Croissants
Fruit & Veggie Platter
Beverages
Coffee Tea Juice Soda Water

Annie Mae's Cheesecakes will introduce their very own 2 Snaps & ATwist Cheesecake for this event. Along with that we will have our Gimme Some Suga, Sugar Cookie Dough Cheesecake. Don't be the one to hear about it! Be there for the experience of a lifetime.

When: Saturday, April 14, 2007
Time: 1:00 PM
Where: Corrado Cafe/Spark161 W. 22nd St Close to 7th AvenueNew York , NY 10011
Contact: Danielle 646-326-8999
Event fee: $25.00 in advance $30.00 at the door

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhu dson.com
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"

Critiques With Luv!

2007-03-25T06:03:00.000-07:00

Is your manuscript making you say, "What the HAIL?"

Is it missing that something that you yourself just can't seem to figure out?

When you read it does frustration slap you, or do wonder who wrote that paragraph?

Does the thought of watching a rerun of a presidental address thrill you more than reading your book?

STOP!

Read no further - you need ME!

Yes, yours truly will read and critique your work for a low, low fee of....well, we'll work that out. I will read and help you see what you need to do in order to make it to the top of the best sellers list! No, I'm not on the best sellers list but, uh, uhmmm...yo momma!

Anyway, if you are interested in having your book read by one of the best readers around (that is my own personal testimony) contact me at wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com

Give your book an extra kiss - have it Critiqued With Luv:-)

Open the Write Vent!

2007-02-15T06:12:00.001-08:00

This is a rant, a cool rage, a revolution that will be published! Why, oh why do certain individuals keep doing the same shady stuff over and over again? Is it because they can get away with it? Why sure it is.

Everyone should be given a second chance. We all make mistakes. My question is how many chances should you be given when you are at a crap table with someone else's money?

As a first time author I had to learn from authors that are further ahead on the trail. Many times I had to learn from myself. Who do you trust? Asking an individual to trust you makes you think a few times about trusting them. It makes you think that they have doubts about themself. Should trust come naturally? That would depend on the type of relationship. Now I have to ask what type of relationships are we dealing to each other in this writing, publishing, promoting business?

Research may show that the organization/individual has a reputable record, but there is a first time for everything. I don't want to be another person's first time.

"But, Wanda, it's never as good as the first time!"
"Maybe so. That would truly depend on who is doing the phucking, though."
"Ahhh, I didn't think about it that way."

-the previous interchange was between a conversation that I had with myself- Oh, like none of you have ever had a conversation with yourself? yeah, yeah, alright...yo mama....

When situations don't turn out positive we begin to evaluate. We say we will never let that happen to us again. And then another offer comes along. You may be on your 20th experience, but unfortunately it's someone else's first time. DAYUM!

What is this post about? Ummm, just a little frustration that stems from ventures bursting the same as a large burning hot air filled balloon. Sometimes I feel like the Hindenburgh is floating on top of my head. DAYUM!

In order to prevent a bad experience from happening to someone else you are supposed to tell. NO! If you tell you will be perceived as a whiner, and no one will ever want to shoot crap with your money again. Do I have something to tell? (I'm sexy, and whiners aren't sexy, so...)

This post isn't directed to anyone in particular. I swear it isn't. I'm not running for political office, so there is no need for me to lie to a large group of people at one time for my own financial gain or personal gratification. There have been a few things on my mind from conversations, emails, life, you know, the usual. It was time for me to let it go, and the best way for me to release anything is to open the write vent.

I luv you :-)

Wait for Love on Valentine's Day? Do It With A Black Girl's Story!

2007-02-09T15:51:00.000-08:00

If your Valentine’s Day will be filled with phrases like –

“He said it was fudge, but it smelled like…”
“What the hell is that?”
“You wanna put that where?”
“Your mother is coming to dinner with us?”
“Who is Shaniqua?”
“To Mark? I thought these flowers were for me?”

Then hustle on over to http://www.wandadhudson.com and order your copy of Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story! Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story will make you forget all about trying to love that man, and get into the groove of loving yourself!

The first 20 people to order a copy of Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story will receive the book. What? A prize? Fool, the book is the prize! Now get on over there, get off of the cash, and get your read on!

I luv you

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
http://www.wandasway.blogspot.com
http://www.myspace.com/wandaluv
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"

The Evolution of LUV

2007-01-28T06:37:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, to GET IT is a divinely magnificent feeling! To actually see it, touch it and to feel it is breathtaking. When situations occur we always ask why. Sometimes we want to know the answer, others...well, I'm sure you have felt the same as I, so you know what I mean.

Last year I posted my feelings with a blog titled Return To Sender. I was a bit more than aggravated that I wasn't chosen for a position with the Post Office. My aggravation came from the fact that, and this is only MY belief, I wasn't chosen because of a previous termination from a job over a bookmark, not soley on my job qualifications or experience.

If I had gotten the JOB a part of my writing CAREER would be over. Ocassionally, I write short stories of the erotic (can I type that here? HAIL yeah, this is Wanda's Way!) erotic genere. The advertising of these stories on a bookmark is what got me booted in the first place. Well, if I had gotten the JOB there would be no more stories in this genre again. No more submissions to see if I had what it took to run with the dogs that bark deep. (actually, I think all writers have bass, but that is another post coming soon to a blog near you)

I'm sure I've said this is in a previous post, but I have heard that being told no isn't always a bad thing. Of course we all hate rejection, and hate to hear another door will open and the rest of the perfect clique'. Listening without responding can be bright gold - or is the in thing platinum? Whichever it is, it can work.

I recently submitted some short stories for inclusion in upcoming anthologies. I can bark deep now. My stories were accepted. Do you see what I see? If I was an employee of a certain agency I never would have taken a chance on this wonderful opportunity. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiit! Tell me no again!

One anthology is Zane's Chocolate Flava 2, tenatively scheduled for release in August of 2007. The other is Ms. Kisha Green's The Sugar Wall Chronicles, scheduled for release in May of 2007. Now, when I began my blog I started it because I was upset of the impending loss of my job due to an erotic bookmark. No naked people on it, just words that made you want more. No one wanted more of those words then. Wrong submission. Can you imagine how I feel now? Using some of those words has given me the opportunity to smell my career - to chew it and swallow it - to gain weight from it that doesn't land on my thighs! This feels like validation, and that's all we ever want. Somebody to say we matter. Somebody to say I love you. Somebody to always care.

Am I monetarily rich now? Nope. Can I quit my job and live comfortably? Nope. I can take less stress filled breaths. That's what I've been striving for. That's what I can taste. That's what I get. It is my IT. I haven't stopped turning or progressing. You know ya gotta keep on pushin'. Ahhhh, The Evolution of LUV is a beautiful thing.

http://www.wandadhudson.com

Missing You - And You - And You - And You...

2007-01-13T15:23:00.000-08:00

Yesterday morning I heard the new Gerald Levert song. The Steve Harvey Morning Show played it as the last song on his show. The intro was Eddie Levert speaking about his son and then Gerald began singing. I honestly can't tell you the name. I think it's called My Songs. He's singing about how he wants to make love/fall in love, get married and do all of these wonderful things while he's listening to his songs.

I was at work when I heard it. I stood up for the entire song - like I was pledging allegience - and damn near cried as the song played. It is a Gerald Levert song, which means it is good.

I am looking forward to his CD. It's weird, but I never bought the Luther Vandross CD because I didn't want to buy the "last" CD Luther ever made. I wanted to always think I could purchase Luther's latest CD. WEIRD. I will buy The CD by Gerald Levert, though. I am 40 years old. Gerald Levert died at the age of 40. I guess I feel like I grew up with him - I owe him.

Death makes you grow up. Lord I can't stand it. I can't tell you how many times I have stared at the picture of James Brown lying in his coffin. Is it really him? I watched a few old film clips of him. Boy could that man MOVE. I watched the services of Gerald and Luther. Did they really happen?

I'm speaking about celebrities - people that lived their lives to entertain. I know death happens everyday to ordinary people like me. I always try to figure out what are the reasons for my posts. Well, yesterday, after a LONG day I was driving home FAST to pick up my Poopah from the childcare center. I cursed because the traffic became heavy and I had to slow down. I was angry about the traffic and cursed because I just wanted to go. My heart hurt when I saw the reason for the slow down. A man lay dead in the middle of the Grand Central Parkway. I saw this. I rode past him. I couldn't believe I saw a dead man lying in the middle of the street. It was dark. The 11 o'clock news would have to verifiy this for me.

The story wasn't on the 11o'clock news, but instead on the morning news. A man had been wandering and was hit by two cars. I did see a dead man lying in the street. I saw that man all day long today. I had to ride by the same spot this evening. I saw him again. I also heard Gerald Levert's song again. Death was just talking to me...telling me it's real.

This post is about spoken love, showing love, feeling love. When you die who do you know will love you? If you weren't married to your husband or wife, or if your children weren't yours would you like them? Do you love them? Lord, confusion surrounds me right now. Young death - old death - unecessary death - or at least that's what we say. Death is a part of the living process.

I'm think I'm rambling, but my heart is heavy right now for those that are gone and for those that are still here. For those that are missing you - and you - and you...I love you. And there is nothing more for me to say.

Happy New Year!

2007-01-01T05:20:00.000-08:00

May we all have an abundance of blessings in 2007. I really don't have resoulutions, well, not anything that is so different than what I wanted for myself in 2006. I pray that I can keep my daughters safe and always provide for them. I pray that every negative situation in my life turns to positive, and that patience and appreciation travel with me always.

Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story? Oh, of course I'll talk about that. hehehe. Please visit my webpage - http://www.wandadhudson.com to read the reviews and excerpts. This is a self published novel that is holding her own. Just purchase your autographed copy - you'll see. :-)

Let us remember why we're here and if you don't know, use this fresh new year to figure out why, and then put that knowledge to excellent use.

I love you!

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com

Race Is Um...

2006-11-29T15:55:00.000-08:00

In 2006 it would seem like despicable behaviour from previous decades would not exist. In the 1960's and before, Civil Rights Activists gave their lives for strangers in their present, and strangers of their future, to succeed and live the way we think the world was created for. For the way human beings live and die, it would seem that the world was created to teach everyone various lessons.

This world has many cultures, nationalities and is very versatile. With all that we have to offer, differences included, why is the indicating factor of race a barrier for us all?

If you concentrate on the many different races, you will see that each and every one is a life knot.

Just like the air we breath...Race Is Um is a necessity to survive.

Race Is Um... has become as prominent as one of our sense. We hear it, we feel it, we smell it...the taste is sweet to some - repulsive to others.

Race Is Um... like gasoline. We need it to keep going - without it, we can stall and remain at a standstill.

Race Is Um...is more powerful than a drug. Some people inhale it like a daily does of marajuana, which they believe isn't harmful. Others inject it into their veins and ride the high it takes their emotions on.

Race Is Um...has an address. It has taken over many rehab facilities worldworldwide, so there is no cure for it.

Race Is Um...is the main ingredient in any argument of Black-Hatian-African-Trinidadian-Chinese - Mexican - HELL - act of crime against a person not of caucasian decent.

Race Is Um...is on many resturant menus. It can be ordered as the main course, as a side item, or taken with a few lumps of sugar to taste.

Like a childs game we have taken the word and made it a joke. Say it fast three times...
Race Is Um, RacisUm...Racism...damn, it looks and sounds ugly.

Pass a law to abolish Racism - Sure, and then everyone will love everybody and live happily ever after.

Pass a law to abolish the use of the "N" word - Okay, then no one on the face of this earth will ever say it again.

Pass a law to stop crimes against children, and a law for crime period, and a law that says you will go to jail for blah, blah, blah....And the beat goes on.

If you are a believer, then you know the hot thing on the streets isn't hip hop, the new winter clothing line, or a televison show that is at the top in the Neilson ratings. lucifer is in now. he is on the streets making sales and getting paid. his bling bling is bright, but unfortunately we can't see it.

Death all around -police brutality - missing persons. Some say its in His plan, and this world was charted out like we plan a vacation. Our thoughts are not ours, but on loan for our time here. Maybe so. Today as I write this I don't know and have no idea of what human I can ask. I'm positive that they don't know either. My questions will cause a debate and I'm not in the mood for all that heal the world shit talk right about now.

Whether you choose to say it fast or slow, Race Is Um...is coming soon or already in your neighborhood. Are you going to join the welcoming committee?

Book Signing Extravaganza!

2006-10-28T08:23:00.000-07:00

Hey All You Sexy Folks!

Yours truly (that's me...no, no one named me, me...okay, okay...geesh) Wanda D. Hudson is having a Book Signing Extravaganza for my novel, Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story!

Where
Sister's Uptown Bookstore
1942 Amsterdam Avenue
New York NY 10032
212-862-3680

When
Saturday, December 2nd
4:00 pm until 6:00 pm.

What
Book Signing Extravaganza for Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story

There will be food, drink, (okay, you have to PURCHASE that from the cafe, but it will be there) naked men, (uh, can't a girl dream) a great book to buy with my autograph. (fool, is your signature worth anything??? LOL NOPE, but it's sexy)

Please visit the Sister's Uptown Bookstore website for further information. http://www.sistersculturalstop.com

So come on out! Bring your friends, family, co-workers and even yo momma. I won't talk about her.

This is a Miss WandaLuv sell some books, talk some stuff, production.

Wanda D. Hudson
Wait for Love: A Black Girl's Story
http://www.wandadhudson.com
WandaLuv
"Remember, Everybody Needs A Little Luv"