tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37760924754437625912024-03-18T13:41:58.780-07:00WADE-INPUBLISHINGEy Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-40602634585356906832024-01-01T13:45:00.000-08:002024-01-01T13:47:32.406-08:00Companion Novels: Ismets Honor and Ribbons & Belle The abortion story can never be written with one narrative. <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B92HXT68?ref_=dbs_p_pwh_rwt_anx_b_lnk&storeType=ebooks" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="1080" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fNGgZrIis0QA6zTHgV7n_VS87xEzGS-z12aAZzAs6PKfIls-MuNpSQeaH-Ca2MHVlkveDNR0O07ydAJ3ZBTnzqFAvnDXJ05fEfTKmmGDNjYoYy2JYoD4a-sGB3JqA_na6DKLRsdZHOIjagXvdaobS4mzqOKIQ8SHTmvQzeIJkD3co9daE4O94VdTlCQ/w400-h259/FB_IMG_1702136789132.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>ISMET'S HONOR: As teens. Ismet and Sunny made adult choices that nearly destroyed them both. Now, as adults, they have to face those choices to pull themselves back together. <p></p><p> Sunny Verdi Reyes, has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home, lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she wanted those things even more. Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier and it would take more than wishful thinking to get him back. At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion, Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and the white picket fence. Now he spends his time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children. Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting. She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences. </p><p>RIBBONS & BELLE: Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans. Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01FY63Q00/ref=dbs_a_def_awm_bibl_vppi_i0
Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce.
After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.
Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzUqXWHQEj-zUD-Kwe8d2joKTXOSWeV4Memu4YO9SCSxc0egWuPHseIPAVAF5wuoV4a3_CrZcnyucnBvnLAAA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p></p>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-25356522389378595392023-11-12T05:00:00.000-08:002023-12-01T05:53:21.351-08:00*Snaps of Valeries*- Different stories, one life. #thingslegendsaremadeof #livingsecondbysecond #amwriting<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Valerie-Ey-Wade/dp/1982059087/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuInCaH1GxWtdpWs4rA0D2dlLB_oOdiLZwVk1WXyQhvfGVbMzKXMq6b6Z8l4lM2Shy54pdGwb1k11st2_cweXBHIOpSNePSpiTiENz99YMrcB825Lf_05fflE4dUEitFZy0jhYiRE_RhHGrvTbKzz3i1YNbHIgMPoC1HI-zUWzOlfSvGLSai8euHdVOA/w339-h400/Valerie-3d.jpg" width="339" /></a></div>MEET VALERIE: This is a collection of short (some snaps) stories about females of all ages and ethnicity, named Valerie. <br />
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Valerie gazed out of the window and smiled. She lived for Saturdays and loved watching him wash the car. He always took his shirt off, just for her, he would always say. Those other girls, the ones who smiled, gave a little wave as they passed, jumping effortlessly over the puddles of soapy water, had nothing on his Valerie.<br />
His Valerie, he claimed to anyone who would listen, had a smile that shone so bright, it made the sun wish it had shades. His Valerie had a glow to her skin and a wiggle in her walk that he adored. More than that, his Valerie liked to watch him as he washed the car.<br />
She didn't care that his six-pack was now two packs short of stud or that his flat stomach had become a huge wrinkle that flopped over the top of his pants. She watched him with the hunger and adoration from their courting days.<br />
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Valerie moved to stand squarely in the middle of the picture window, so he could see her. And he watched, her steps were slow, no longer able to run and jump into his arms when he walked through the door. Chest dripping water and he smelling of the outdoors, an odor she said turned her on like nothing on earth, and for years she would prove it for hours after the Saturday morning car wash. Her skin was no longer smooth, nor a glide to ecstasy. Beauty and life, a life well lived was etched into her sweet face. Lines of love, strength, and the burden of knowing she never carried her own bundle of joy, were scored into the flesh of her arms.<br />
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But none of that mattered, he didn't care if she didn't remember what day it was - most days. Or that she she rarely smiled at the things he said. He only knew, his Valerie came alive on Saturday mornings and the wiggle would be back in her walk, even if it were caused by the weakness in the metal of her geriatric walker.<br />
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<span data-offset-key="23uf1-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$23uf1.0:$23uf1-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$23uf1.0:$23uf1-0-0.0">She'd already fought each one of them privately and beat the hell out of them, it would be incomparable to what she would do to them in public. She had no fear, the one thing everyone knew on campus was - Valerie bothered no one and took no mess. Out of pure discrimination for her Asian race, many had tried and each had failed. Fighting and winning was a pride to her, even if it were stereotypical.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="bs23p-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$bs23p.0:$bs23p-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$bs23p.0:$bs23p-0-0.0">"Are you guys sure you want to do this? I have no problem smacking you around, actually, I'll probably enjoy it." She smiled a little as she secured her waist length black hair into the elastic band taken from her wrist. "It will be like the last time." The look of ashamed shock that passed between each of the boys, spoke volumes. Neither had told the other she had whooped them before. "Listen, that's in the past and between us. Let's let it go. Y'all go away and let me finish my dance practice or I can kick your asses in front of the entire school." </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="dq3uc-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$dq3uc">
<span data-offset-key="dq3uc-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$dq3uc.0:$dq3uc-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$dq3uc.0:$dq3uc-0-0.0">Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."</span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="d6hga-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$d6hga">
<span data-offset-key="d6hga-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$d6hga.0:$d6hga-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$d6hga.0:$d6hga-0-0.0">For a second she took her eyes off of them and looked around the school ground. It was gorgeous, she liked it there-the majority of the time. Teachers were nice, most of the students were friendly, except the few who always wanted to challenge and be the first to best her. Wasn't going to happen. She absent mindedly waved at one of her friends in the crowd.</span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="cgakl-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$cgakl">
<span data-offset-key="cgakl-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$cgakl.0:$cgakl-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$cgakl.0:$cgakl-0-0.0">"Okay, so what's it gonna be? Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?" </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="8hled-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$8hled.0:$8hled-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$8hled.0:$8hled-0-0.0">Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.</span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="1vnkk-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1vnkk">
<span data-offset-key="1vnkk-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1vnkk.0:$1vnkk-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1vnkk.0:$1vnkk-0-0.0">"Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," he rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."</span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="co4n7-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$co4n7">
<span data-offset-key="co4n7-0-0" data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$co4n7.0:$co4n7-0-0"><span data-reactid=".1h.1:5.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$co4n7.0:$co4n7-0-0.0">Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jzAZofrD1lsTgBPqnv7CzT8o2P6R6AsgKRAhZZ7wnzJS7-A5IuL_uxxIu4lx1Gfy2SWSZzdC_DC63f9RQsVYeR8MXIf2AHGGxktIOqs6mWeeOD0DHw3OwgEDHSrP3P5o5MbQdL2urLhT/s1600/cryingchild.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jzAZofrD1lsTgBPqnv7CzT8o2P6R6AsgKRAhZZ7wnzJS7-A5IuL_uxxIu4lx1Gfy2SWSZzdC_DC63f9RQsVYeR8MXIf2AHGGxktIOqs6mWeeOD0DHw3OwgEDHSrP3P5o5MbQdL2urLhT/s320/cryingchild.jpg" width="214" /></a>"I don't want to play with them anymore, Mom." Deborah tightly wrapped her five year old body within the dusty material of the drapes. "They say, I'm a thief, and I'm dirty." The thickness muffled her voice, but couldn't smother the sound of her weeping. "I never take their things. I wash myself hard, every night, but the color never comes off."<br />
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Jane paused, her motion frozen by the words. Where she was thinking to comfort a little girl suffering from a childhood misunderstanding, she was now lost for words at the implication of what she'd just heard. Was she jumping to conclusions? Was it possible that her little girl was facing her first taste of racism? Reaching for the drapes, she was surprised at the frantic struggle from the child. "Honey, come out. Let me talk to you."<br />
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"No, don't touch me. The color will rub off on you. Then your friends won't play with you either."<br />
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"Sweetie, come on out. I don't care about my friends. If they don't want to play with me, I'll find new friends who will. We'll find you new friends."<br />
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Jane reached for the tiny hand clinging to the folds of the drapes, intertwining their fingers. Long, trembling, thin white fingers, squeezed between plump, brown, damp with tears, baby ones. Bending over, she pressed her lips to them. A tradition of comfort, since the day Deborah was adopted and brought into the home<br />
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"You are a queen little Deborah and don't you ever forget that. Anyone who sees you differently is blind, mean and jealous."<br />
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"I'm a queen, Mom?"<br />
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"You will always be a queen. Those little girls are just jealous." She peeked behind the curtain and whispered. "They're too mean to even be princesses."<br />
Deborah giggled."And you don't care if I'm dirty?"<br />
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"Only if you're covered in chocolate. Then I'll have to tickle you and lick your face all over."<br />
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Pulling the little girl from her hiding place, Jane tickled the little girl until she fell to the floor and they rolled around laughing joyfully, trying to forget the hurt. <br />
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<br /><br /></div>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-53628819137980252642023-05-13T07:23:00.006-07:002023-05-13T09:56:19.805-07:00Yes, That Mom. When One Mom Won't Do - Get 5 for Mother's Day. #parenting #drama #thriller #mystery #romance <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><h2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69Mi57SOu2OVKL5APhOgh9WeDEy_e9PiqEAy1-DA0l7PtGnyA-DMTdeZv3NogqPc6cDa7Pa0NYaMnVLGn8QosycUvCm45qeW_Bj5gkQG6Oc63JKjQyb7jr99PPZwnlumO0pWckb9JbFMplBheocaY08ksaup8vEcfeSQ7QqPfboNPc1HCqRe56cPx/s2988/mother's%20DAY%20Ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">"When Mama Don't Play"<img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="2988" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69Mi57SOu2OVKL5APhOgh9WeDEy_e9PiqEAy1-DA0l7PtGnyA-DMTdeZv3NogqPc6cDa7Pa0NYaMnVLGn8QosycUvCm45qeW_Bj5gkQG6Oc63JKjQyb7jr99PPZwnlumO0pWckb9JbFMplBheocaY08ksaup8vEcfeSQ7QqPfboNPc1HCqRe56cPx/w469-h228/mother's%20DAY%20Ad.jpg" width="469" /></a></h2></div><div style="text-align: center;">6 uniquely beautiful stories of life, love, and the heart of a mother.</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;">Yes,
That Mom Mother's day 5 books of #drama #suspense #friendship
#reallifehappens #abortion #fathersrights #teenpregnancy #romance </p><div dir="auto"><img alt="📚" aria-label="📚" class="an1" data-emoji="📚" src="https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/e/notoemoji/15.0/1f4da/72.png" /><img alt="🌟" aria-label="🌟" class="an1" data-emoji="🌟" src="https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/e/notoemoji/15.0/1f31f/72.png" />Plus- a bonus book. Ismet's Honor. As a teen she destroyed his dreams. As an adult, he won't let her forget the nightmare.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"> The Perfect Solution- The biggest mistakes? She wanted him and the childcare center gave her child to a stalker. #parenting #childcare </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"> The Fishing Trip: Penny joined Durham in his quest for retribution & justice. She'll be that monster. #parenting #abuse </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">
D. N. A. Nothing Would Ever Be The Same. Debney owns up to
spontaneous, disastrous choices, dysfunctional family, and possible teen pregnancy. #comingofage </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">
The Women of the Hill. 5Mothers involved in the same entangling
relationship, work together to make a better life for their #families.
#parenting </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"> Ribbons
& Belle: Annabelle will do anything for the love of her child. Even
giving her up. #abortion #IVF #endingwantedpregnancies #romance</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><br /><div dir="auto"> All publications by Ey Wade can be found at these locations. Go out and feed your reader or your thirst for ebook iTunes (<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://bit.ly/EyinApple&source=gmail&ust=1683319188316000&usg=AOvVaw3VmUbh3YiPMT1lfT0x9L9H" href="http://bit.ly/EyinApple" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/EyinApple</a>) and for print or Kindle (<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks&source=gmail&ust=1683319188316000&usg=AOvVaw2Zn28kDMqpTOl_qN_ruJ5w" href="http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks" target="_blank">http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks</a>)</div><div dir="auto">( <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/writerswrite&source=gmail&ust=1683319188316000&usg=AOvVaw0YFr9rvW0Eal37YhJkLRdF" href="http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/writerswrite" target="_blank">http://www.smashwords.com/<wbr></wbr>profile/view/writerswrite</a> ), Smashwords , Sony, ( <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://bit.ly/EyWade-sony&source=gmail&ust=1683319188316000&usg=AOvVaw0t0kI0Xy5wY_JXKBbpLFZm" href="http://bit.ly/EyWade-sony" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/EyWade-sony</a>) Kobo (<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://bit.ly/EyWade-kobo&source=gmail&ust=1683319188316000&usg=AOvVaw22OJLDg3nY1Xx8L1vSxyKr" href="http://bit.ly/EyWade-kobo" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/EyWade-kobo</a></div><p>
</p><h2 style="text-align: center;">YOUNG MOM</h2><p style="text-align: center;">D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same- </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmj86oQXQ3a8FaDtdAEcd-xTrAleApCB6C7mNSlCqFIgXWNWXGXWYXE5swCs_Wy8b5bwmQYgqco8rSOUw9HJ3YZfomb5lafd6mb3RZZuRQGsgIh_eGXTHt1E6RISt-7mTPHsdlT4S6OIWvZDkHMflX_E2iCQVVznoN33g7v-98wlfndmTSPoxmdY89/s673/D.N.A-3D.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmj86oQXQ3a8FaDtdAEcd-xTrAleApCB6C7mNSlCqFIgXWNWXGXWYXE5swCs_Wy8b5bwmQYgqco8rSOUw9HJ3YZfomb5lafd6mb3RZZuRQGsgIh_eGXTHt1E6RISt-7mTPHsdlT4S6OIWvZDkHMflX_E2iCQVVznoN33g7v-98wlfndmTSPoxmdY89/s320/D.N.A-3D.png" width="271" /></a> </p><p><a href="http://dna-bloodtiesandlies.blogspot.com/">Debney</a> Nichole Armstrong thought she knew everything about her family.
She knew her dad worked hard at everything, except building a
relationship with his family. She knew her younger brothers were typical
little kids, and she knew her mother, for some unknown reason, disliked
her first born and only daughter. What she really needed to know was
did her mother contribute to the ‘accident’? Who is the man repeatedly
mentioned in her mother’s journals? Where were the bodies of her ten
year old twin brothers, and who is the father of the child she now
carries? No matter what the answers are, Debney knows, nothing will ever
be the same.<br /> </p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/efMlM5-j1x0" width="375" youtube-src-id="efMlM5-j1x0"></iframe></div></h1><h2 style="text-align: center;">DETERMINED MOM<br />
</h2><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/p/case-for-perfect-solution.html" target="_blank">THE PERFECT SOLUTION </a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpqyySoVytSGOaWmzlZbBbD5D_a4FCGxk8eDQmfTm4ljkeREULXBqMIzvTyX7ahsBzLeyb2ENP_Dcoz86j4GdwWW2ntqAvasZmy5vRHjrM1uL3SzmUNxfWLMukPisV-NonDg3U68_FV0ltwsYU2JjdRsu5YI3pwFFPbPSsmMZ6U_md_gsi7IrXLUJ/s673/The%20Perfect%20Solution.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpqyySoVytSGOaWmzlZbBbD5D_a4FCGxk8eDQmfTm4ljkeREULXBqMIzvTyX7ahsBzLeyb2ENP_Dcoz86j4GdwWW2ntqAvasZmy5vRHjrM1uL3SzmUNxfWLMukPisV-NonDg3U68_FV0ltwsYU2JjdRsu5YI3pwFFPbPSsmMZ6U_md_gsi7IrXLUJ/w245-h290/The%20Perfect%20Solution.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-w_buqrxjVY5GQGPR2FqiBB3SnlS8U_xALNq6wkRXv9-XXQpNdzt4_dbc6nDAmDfRSirDIc_CT5rHGAFVEbsNuNSSI68upMvDwoP88iDUm3ht1DZ3T6YjlMFBjBrO1VRSRr_tXGTujU/s1600/fbi.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-w_buqrxjVY5GQGPR2FqiBB3SnlS8U_xALNq6wkRXv9-XXQpNdzt4_dbc6nDAmDfRSirDIc_CT5rHGAFVEbsNuNSSI68upMvDwoP88iDUm3ht1DZ3T6YjlMFBjBrO1VRSRr_tXGTujU/w172-h172/fbi.jpg" width="172" /></a><p> </p><p>A child is given to a stalker. Everyone loves three year old Brhin Teddi. His single mother,
Catrine, loves him. His aunt and uncle and cousins love him.<br />
</p><p>The
teachers at his daycare center, The Perfect Solution, love him. And
someone in the shadows, watching, following and planning, loves him so
much she’s ready to destroy countless lives to have him. A terrifying
look into the world of childcare, its weaknesses and the terrible cost
of those weaknesses. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EddIY_jVOE4" width="391" youtube-src-id="EddIY_jVOE4"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><h2>MOMS WHO GIVE THEIR ALL</h2></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>
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The Women of the Hill is an affair to remember. It is the first book in
the series <i>Yes, Sam Takes Care of Me</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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protector who simultaneously gives and takes away in this tale of five
female friends sharing in the trials and humiliations of having a
relationship with the same person.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/p/women-of-hill-from-seriesyes-sam-takes.html" target="_blank">THE WOMEN OF THE HILL</a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TbZB_3c00Ls" width="406" youtube-src-id="TbZB_3c00Ls"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/p/the-fishing-trip-interviews.html" target="_blank">The Fishing Trip</a></h3><p style="text-align: center;">When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to becoming the monster?</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigizvyS-WMj1zqboKInzlYbkU4PK9NwStZO_CiD7VM4yW_0UdxwyVKslJatzluPj7t1FXSmvXStu1utZEt8zs11a3eAghTHgRM47DCWKHc29SDOFCKD637N-trgVeGUZtxOJpC3t9K7xJ0QHLiFZLF7IpzQv4HXgZli5DZDjJKA5iQ6ZE8Hl1KOQZP/s673/Thril_The%20Fishing%20Trip.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigizvyS-WMj1zqboKInzlYbkU4PK9NwStZO_CiD7VM4yW_0UdxwyVKslJatzluPj7t1FXSmvXStu1utZEt8zs11a3eAghTHgRM47DCWKHc29SDOFCKD637N-trgVeGUZtxOJpC3t9K7xJ0QHLiFZLF7IpzQv4HXgZli5DZDjJKA5iQ6ZE8Hl1KOQZP/s320/Thril_The%20Fishing%20Trip.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizS8ejELR4DL23KiY9aiUMniFRO9OXxP12b3Ge5PV1ax6kIgFIxD_l9hbSxrMoVHGeWqUYiEOmUa9kfIHTEWiGeyCC9TAHbHLaDIFacgI3DitLSirfMMPdPWSXQMNVKcv7wgX6XawQ-rdb/w193-h222/show+me+a+hero.jpg" width="193" /></p><span style="font-size: small;">Set in Shiningbal, Texas where the perverted go to disappear; sexual abuse of children is the norm and</span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><p><span style="font-size: small;">when the legal system only increases the violation, this isn't the time for redemption to play nice. <br /><br /><br />Married and mom of one, Penny Brooks aids the town's avenger to save those in need.</span> <br /></p></div><p><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="btAsinTitle"> </span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="btAsinTitle"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/R_F_StfOdOE" width="385" youtube-src-id="R_F_StfOdOE"></iframe></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="btAsinTitle"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="btAsinTitle"> </span></span></span></span></p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="btAsinTitle"> RIBBONS & BELLE</span></span></span></span><br />
</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LTrBS5aa6d7BC5FXt0xJSNDLV7yehsio7dx_Db2vEs2PF1eFVCo82MfxOCeCnOt5Ute8Fcav_ayUI0XruZcSl061iAMirI6nRN-J5GMGCVM5DLTSuMZQleHAdm965haUFSmaMXR08Huahwh0SOo2Rlh7kNWFGm8OXxn_1s1xOWDz2UFKZ_-AdBdP/s320/Ribbons%20%20Belle-3d%20(1).jpg" width="271" /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBqbNB7jpVNPGcGPX5oL5nonWp6KAHkTwgHvzEmhN7f5fgUj6Q7Y0xcLx_Cg89zaCpQt1nqrrGBU-Pp62YzOCP-FeuzMtHR59qyfmqKEaqGoHHP7BHrn2zo52xpktBhbnJMKbvoQ4pEoZ/s1600/PhotoGrid_1493675952540.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBqbNB7jpVNPGcGPX5oL5nonWp6KAHkTwgHvzEmhN7f5fgUj6Q7Y0xcLx_Cg89zaCpQt1nqrrGBU-Pp62YzOCP-FeuzMtHR59qyfmqKEaqGoHHP7BHrn2zo52xpktBhbnJMKbvoQ4pEoZ/w233-h311/PhotoGrid_1493675952540.png" width="233" /></a>Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce.</p><p>After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.</p><p>Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KmXkPYrBHqw" width="474" youtube-src-id="KmXkPYrBHqw"></iframe> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lQDecfLyi9RP2M7_hCfuyjt-KGg-2_s7076QfNcbFjdx562uun8b8rVnRPlpAAa7PMTjM4zFz5wMToynqc_0FzuBy3VK9UKv38FpgwcUQYx7hAI24fQ_Xhj1FW_do_yCc5tvCRE9jxmIU3fbJX6rviHA970gtwMWvN6-jC2aXal_NcoTTW6OecYe/s673/Romance_Ismet's%20Honor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lQDecfLyi9RP2M7_hCfuyjt-KGg-2_s7076QfNcbFjdx562uun8b8rVnRPlpAAa7PMTjM4zFz5wMToynqc_0FzuBy3VK9UKv38FpgwcUQYx7hAI24fQ_Xhj1FW_do_yCc5tvCRE9jxmIU3fbJX6rviHA970gtwMWvN6-jC2aXal_NcoTTW6OecYe/s320/Romance_Ismet's%20Honor.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br /> </div><br /><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">ISMET'S
HONOR: As teens. Ismet and Sunny made adult choices that nearly
destroyed them both. Now, as adults, they have to face those choices to
pull themselves back together. </span><br /><p></p></div><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><br /></div></span></div><br /><p><br />
</p>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-79999876594324903112023-03-28T16:15:00.002-07:002023-03-28T16:15:32.789-07:00When Clouds Touch. “Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.” 袖振り合うも多生の縁 https://www.amazon.com/When-Clouds-Touch-Ey-Wade-ebook/dp/B01D6C8CKS/ <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3-FEl93c3OB6o0XjZI-Iu1-EGMUobWVipMOMMKM7rdw6iH0Pw5PbTpFR-UY1eDypIVY08V6-kekGTBMvFkjETakWYGw99DQ8-WgvKcRhLUeRMn_EYQllI_YB_z7purEHm3JP-qtWR47hBmgoAVTlbJI_DreOdknQ2gxeD5ajTw68-uWD14bZsLCL/s277/When%20clouds%20touch-3D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="277" data-original-width="235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3-FEl93c3OB6o0XjZI-Iu1-EGMUobWVipMOMMKM7rdw6iH0Pw5PbTpFR-UY1eDypIVY08V6-kekGTBMvFkjETakWYGw99DQ8-WgvKcRhLUeRMn_EYQllI_YB_z7purEHm3JP-qtWR47hBmgoAVTlbJI_DreOdknQ2gxeD5ajTw68-uWD14bZsLCL/w340-h400/When%20clouds%20touch-3D.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><br /> When Clouds Touch. “Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.” 袖振り合うも多生の縁<p></p><p>Crash into Me: Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a trail towards collision.
Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants.
The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and a puff from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing separate but on the same path, the angels resume their soothing. </p><p>REVIEW: "Tear inducing. It was like an Asian Titanic mixed with The Fault In Our Stars with a dash of Beautiful Burn by Adriane Leigh. A delightful mashup of amazing love stories that I never really saw coming.." Sherelle Ellis "Ey Wades' When Clouds Touch goes outside the box from choosing to write about the aesthetically perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and live with purpose and joy.Wade stays true to her fresh approach from beginning and certainly to the end. Expect the heartstrings to be pulled and the emotions to be stirred for the powerful connection between Paisley and Malachi. A romance with an emotional twist.- Michelle Monkou USA TODAY HEAblog </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQk_aKmh0lDj7e5OYvjiMtWMBxEBxVqYXeMZMAfbx4WmI8nEt8Fc4emXNcS7spQxZ6vLF0scjeOQuYHsPanV6_Z6KPDjYeKYHWKpeiA7orZe1bph88bGHcuiS1MiyNBGcB7fx67OLueIAuMuPO4j_4m7KjocWyJ_bmpTbGEJj_bpuAH81uIKU63eY/s509/malachi&Paisley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="509" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQk_aKmh0lDj7e5OYvjiMtWMBxEBxVqYXeMZMAfbx4WmI8nEt8Fc4emXNcS7spQxZ6vLF0scjeOQuYHsPanV6_Z6KPDjYeKYHWKpeiA7orZe1bph88bGHcuiS1MiyNBGcB7fx67OLueIAuMuPO4j_4m7KjocWyJ_bmpTbGEJj_bpuAH81uIKU63eY/s320/malachi&Paisley.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi. Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dHBdFLO79oU" width="320" youtube-src-id="dHBdFLO79oU"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-80057563893979113322023-03-28T12:41:00.000-07:002023-03-28T12:41:18.737-07:00Thriller: THE FISHING TRIP is a trial by water, execution and deliverance of retribution. https://www.amazon.com/Fishing-Trip-Execution-Deliverance-Retribution-ebook/dp/B003MC5D6O<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19WN_FdXAKrDIOxDD1Cv4yCDwEMckatdTsC2Bouk867H2m5aSvFKLtHJOmBfNo3lKwluh0Jt3mWgbsMas8_Ll4zFVlhDnayMJ8eXQ3Cat4-JB6YOHqWgE7ApALigSeUyFxsufLqQs--Jmo2XD2xFCFu6sNlsnrlEZ3DarJ_-EDVSjWPoe_ysn5KFf/s926/Ey%20Wade's~The%20Fishing%20Trip%20Fullcvr2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="926" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19WN_FdXAKrDIOxDD1Cv4yCDwEMckatdTsC2Bouk867H2m5aSvFKLtHJOmBfNo3lKwluh0Jt3mWgbsMas8_Ll4zFVlhDnayMJ8eXQ3Cat4-JB6YOHqWgE7ApALigSeUyFxsufLqQs--Jmo2XD2xFCFu6sNlsnrlEZ3DarJ_-EDVSjWPoe_ysn5KFf/w400-h288/Ey%20Wade's~The%20Fishing%20Trip%20Fullcvr2.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Thriller: THE FISHING TRIP is a trial by water, execution and deliverance of retribution. https://www.amazon.com/Fishing-Trip-Execution-Deliverance-Retribution-ebook/dp/B003MC5D6O<br />When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to becoming the monster? Durham killed his abuser at the age of ten. Now he protects the innocents of his hometown. His fishing excursions are to die for. #thriller <p></p><p><br />REVIEWS:<br />"Life Demands Action. Yes, it certainly does. When the legal system fails a town of children who are being preyed on by pedophiles, a few citizens (one in particular) decide to take matters into their own hands.<br /><br />I won't say that this is a "feel-good" book - it isn't, but Ey Wade manages to capture the wide range of emotions that come to surface when people cannot depend on "the powers that be" to do the right thing. Rage, denial, guilt, sadness, hopelessness...you will find it all in this small, Texas town.<br /><br />I found myself being able to relate to different characters in this book - and some characters I wanted to throttle with my own hands. One character who surprised me was Vivian. As a mother myself, I found it hard to believe that another mother would handle herself the way she did after she found out such devastating news. Also, Vivian's parents did not react in a way my own parents would have. Let's put it this way, if anyone were to ever touch my children in a harmful way, I would kill them. If I didn't get to them first, my father would.<br /><br />I enjoyed this book. Durham was my favorite character. He was like an onion with many layers that kept being revealed. I love it when a character has depth. I love it when you think you know a character and you end up not knowing them at all! There were many surprising twists in the story. The sad part about it is that it's totally believable and has happened many times. I'm so glad Ey Wade's book sheds some light on this very serious topic."~ Seawitch</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6daoWTbvdJZ7xTBglAWDf45QThF9q-5WzXFVYrSVeO8y21Ob7Pre9o8uYJG6Ltwi_CkVeO7ZoMZQl70s9wZmEm02fnBN2Rufr9Z5tvGBaKVBwbKS3XiY1eKzxRcRWw3lo03tTKZrNy1UZFMQuuXQ-Wn6a07IxYwk17XTn6SH_LE3Lo9qnEfjZ58M8/s1200/FTpage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6daoWTbvdJZ7xTBglAWDf45QThF9q-5WzXFVYrSVeO8y21Ob7Pre9o8uYJG6Ltwi_CkVeO7ZoMZQl70s9wZmEm02fnBN2Rufr9Z5tvGBaKVBwbKS3XiY1eKzxRcRWw3lo03tTKZrNy1UZFMQuuXQ-Wn6a07IxYwk17XTn6SH_LE3Lo9qnEfjZ58M8/w266-h400/FTpage.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><br />"The Fishing Trip evoked a lot of emotions in me as a reader. This thriller goes to some pretty dark places but the author manages to execute the telling of the story without resorting to horrifying graphic details. Normally I like the graphic stuff, but in this case, my imagination will suffice.<br /><br />Durham, or whatever name you want to call him by, is a special kind of hero, risking it all to save the innocent from the worst horrors you can imagine. It’s a unique tale of revenge; intricately layered as more and more players are revealed.<br /><br />The resolution is bittersweet in that desired ends are met, but no matter how many tragedies are resolved and how many guilty parties are made accountable, the past and the scars it carries remain the same.<br /><br />The underlying theme and the hero’s catch phrase, “Life Demands Action”. continues to resonate within me and<p></p><br /><p> will for a long time, I believe." ~Amazon Customer <br /><br />Ey, writes "living" through several genres. Grab a copy. Dive into novels where tears, joy, love, and suspense. #reallifehappens #Read_EyBooks <br />amzn.to/wadeinbooks <br /> #romance #picbks #suspense #history #comingofage #chiclit</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pBJ2mdkjCkY" width="320" youtube-src-id="pBJ2mdkjCkY"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-76037856548476040162023-03-19T06:52:00.004-07:002023-03-28T16:27:15.424-07:00TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING- 3 Determined Women. 3 Lovestruck fellows. 1 Fabulous romance. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B01D6CL3IQ/ <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA2KSTX8MoQFKwAFTkShyGTvR-UpZAKDkUf-sdj6ggbMc3xIk7ygi2xcptDoI-FgsVNi6L04kzvSCWfhhZLw3CNl2U9SN0n_5UHvWtPZAVa24pUVu3yq-4734TrfPWOboxebo4VS6A9IU0-QPuzRMddVr4uydJq3hfQ-CUDMqOaTKHMCIV6OVdPDF/s673/Tripping%20prince%20Charming-3d.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="570" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA2KSTX8MoQFKwAFTkShyGTvR-UpZAKDkUf-sdj6ggbMc3xIk7ygi2xcptDoI-FgsVNi6L04kzvSCWfhhZLw3CNl2U9SN0n_5UHvWtPZAVa24pUVu3yq-4734TrfPWOboxebo4VS6A9IU0-QPuzRMddVr4uydJq3hfQ-CUDMqOaTKHMCIV6OVdPDF/w280-h348/Tripping%20prince%20Charming-3d.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br />TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING- 3 Determined Women. 3 Lovestruck fellows. 1 Fabulous romance. Is it Love or Wishful Thinking? Three friends join their love stories to create a romance that is both whimsical and beguiling. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B01D6CL3IQ/<p></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>BLOG: https://trippingprincecharming.blogspot.com/ </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">-USATODAY Mention- * Tripping Prince Charming is the tale of three love stories. I was challenged by the characters, who hated everything from their names to the format of the book, to write scenes and acts which pulled separate romances into one story. More like a screenplay than your typical novel, Tripping Prince Charming lets us see how the route we choose for our life can change the path of another. Carmella, Ivy, and Lillie-Rose are the epitome of friendship, loyalty, good-natured meddling and matchmaking. A love story of the century that will bring tears to your eyes and a smile to your lips.*</div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="302" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Sbh0MY2IwiY" width="495" youtube-src-id="Sbh0MY2IwiY"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> Reviews are awesome:</p><p> From a man's point of view: "This is a most unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddler on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like a screen play complete with a musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original. There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter".~ A. E. Drury </p><p> "Wade takes us on this creative romantic journey of thrills, disappointments, and ultimate happiness. Read and cheer for your favorite couple. This is truly a modern-day fairy tale for the romantics at heart."-Michelle Monkou USATODAY </p>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-64383400699030598742022-11-30T12:24:00.002-08:002022-12-08T11:39:10.585-08:00When Our Icons Die- Like the Girl in This Picture <div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6QZABbtnamDVk8xZAfoDHyXBFQ-akINiOxaBUOj2tXpIMeTc71F_Ki8iIA5s7TnLfBRnBVWAWrctr1gGJ6Epy3l8xm3bQJQg12PQm5E6WqTSkHiByp8kM7fWSag5PNXa0spJsPDTw8jX3nwxW3zA2I3NHNVzk_8lzcia-LB3HQc-ZFUFOWDJCvWBv-A/s862/IMG_20221129_105529_275.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="690" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6QZABbtnamDVk8xZAfoDHyXBFQ-akINiOxaBUOj2tXpIMeTc71F_Ki8iIA5s7TnLfBRnBVWAWrctr1gGJ6Epy3l8xm3bQJQg12PQm5E6WqTSkHiByp8kM7fWSag5PNXa0spJsPDTw8jX3nwxW3zA2I3NHNVzk_8lzcia-LB3HQc-ZFUFOWDJCvWBv-A/w320-h400/IMG_20221129_105529_275.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Lasuria
Kandi Allman and the entire family of Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers, the
iconic symbol of the MLK Civil Rights Movement - are heartbroken to
announce her passing this morning, November 29, 2022. Mamie Zwadie
King-Chalmers lived her life fighting for the rights of
African Americans, educating about voting and sharing history throughout
the United States.
Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a
modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five
brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal
and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in
1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane
conditions. Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at
Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the
family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King
plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt
because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the
mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she
was inspired to work for a change.
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1960's one of the most racial and volatile times in American history,
Birmingham was also known as "Bombingham". In 1963 Dr. Martin Luther
King arrived in Birmingham at the request of Reverend Fred
Shuttlesworth. A mass meeting at 16th St. Baptist Church campaigning,
against segregation, injustices in public places and the Jim Crow Laws
that binded them. When Dr King finished his speech, she knew this was
her calling unafraid Mamie joined the Alabama Christian Movement for
Human Rights and became an active demonstrator, Member, Participant and
Organizer, and Demonstrator in the Civil Rights Movement.
Mamie was targeted by The Public Safety Chief Eugene "Bull" Connors who
was a self proclaimed racist. She was jailed on several occasions one
time she spent five days in jail under horrible conditions. On Friday
May 3, 1963, Bull Connors spotted Mamie and sent the dogs after her. She
ran across the street to a doctors office seeking shelter from the
vicious dogs, she was cornered. Bull Connors order the Fire Department
"to turn the hoses on the niggers so they won't have to take a bath." So
they began to hose Mamie, while she was pinned to the wall and alone.
Several children made attempts to help her but they weren't successful.
Two unidentified young men reached Mamie and used their bodies as
shields to absorb some of the water pressure. Many children used their
bodies as targets and distractions to help Mamie and the young men. The
water pressure was so hard it was like bricks were being hurled at their
heads and bodies. Due to the pressure of the water from the hoses,
Mamie suffered permanent hearing damage in her right ear. These events
were captured by Black Star Photographer, Charles Moore who
later sold the images to Time magazine. Their feature in Time gained
national attention - which sparked the Civil Rights Movement and support
for Civil Rights changes in 1964. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='277' height='230' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywqBi7aQ0VSF8SiMf9GvqFKjj1RL9NO8yPqTRljIZDsv55ivbdn4ctyIcfeUQeaaKWtSjMQwcshTg_SLoRkQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p></p> In
1997 Mamie found out her identity, experiences, accomplishments, and
most of all her pride had been claimed by prominent Alabamian Reverend
Carolyn Maull Mckinstry author of While the World Watched.
http://wade-inpublishing.blogspot.com/2015/06/meeting-history-face-to-face-interview.html<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='277' height='230' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwkX9lPGodweqdvPQS_SIFJo7BsHB23i3p180aFpLNodM5DmouZxo9oe3fp4DNjKzgLLLGcI3ei2r__Q3w_yQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='278' height='231' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-jUsFO8FItbDemPfPb1JI3KNCNKwtOPmIxDU6epYxDaHBJdsDMqV4ElQSAx1LCM1h7jEatU46YvaCIf4LFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>**Mamie's biography is featured in Ey Wade's
Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History
bit.ly/WeAreBeads</p><p></p><p></p></div>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-76887726330652663832022-09-09T09:26:00.007-07:002022-09-09T09:26:58.925-07:00Review: Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History #diversity #History #CRT<p> </p><p> I'm excited to share the newest review of my American history book<b>.<br /></b></p><div class="lzubc330 alzwoclg dmdr2h6l q46jt4gp b0eko5f3 r5g9zsuq fwlpnqze kgzac55p"><div></div></div><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_153"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTKchb1xo3DSKcZkIxSUul3tUlocW7g9TZJmdo-e2JjGHw4yvR8oY02hGb2cCHfre89GcP9XcSBYAAMkjH5z6-5lnVqzXNn0NHCHVh1nEswebkJcHsLl5HwhK3cVOxViuchWdHXL9E7ooeoXlVXXIU5Hr7KLIyXoCn851I0sDvGvZ5mEHkeGvMEcVRQ/s640/IMG_20200611_064448_887.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTKchb1xo3DSKcZkIxSUul3tUlocW7g9TZJmdo-e2JjGHw4yvR8oY02hGb2cCHfre89GcP9XcSBYAAMkjH5z6-5lnVqzXNn0NHCHVh1nEswebkJcHsLl5HwhK3cVOxViuchWdHXL9E7ooeoXlVXXIU5Hr7KLIyXoCn851I0sDvGvZ5mEHkeGvMEcVRQ/s320/IMG_20200611_064448_887.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A Unique Look at American History</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">"History
is usually told through the eyes of the victor" is an oft-used
description of the textbooks we're assigned to read in school. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Unfortunately, a lot of the historical facts and information that don't <span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>favor
the ones in power get glossed over or totally ignored. Other bits are
skewed to stretch the truth or tell only one side of the story.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Ey
Wade wanted her home-schooled children to get the whole picture of
American history through the eyes of the people making the history. I
was very impressed with her focus on presenting a multi-racial history
and not emphasizing skin color or ethnicity. Instead, her account values
the contributions of the people involved in building our country
without using distinctions or labels.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Of
course, there were terrible chapters in the history of America we
cannot overlook – slavery, the oppression of Native Americans, the
mistreatment of Chinese, Japanese internment camps, and the list goes on
and on – fueled by hatred, bigotry, and fear. Ey Wade covers these
events in a clear and concise, non-biased fashion. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In
the introduction, Ey states that "Beads on a String" was written to
help everyone learn from the past and use that knowledge to make a
better present and future. In other words, in place of dwelling on the
wrongs done by our ancestors, it's better to let go and heal. She
reminds us we are a nation of immigrants. Instead of being
African-American, Asian-American, or European-American, "we need to drop
the hyphen, and all be Americans." </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Beads-String-Special-Intertwined-Biographical/dp/1463696043/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3TFCDBUBNDQQC&keywords=ey+wade&qid=1662740363&sprefix=Ey+Wa%2Caps%2C114&sr=8-1" target="_blank">MORE:</a> <span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic">What are people saying about Beads On A String?</span><span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdbG4Mxcn02EwSslU_x6eLXpg6trBDlt2QbTzftFVb9DZ1Dvfhxd_xfNJWGqvWtXE-CikE2Bk6tr6p7xggJg_iX8rezWnqhQ6BzRhkaaxYbZOO4IF_uenwWEBdINigdDb5wvPqkNrcKTRvph5ErPr0WsilvO4VWEZi2SOXZ_OQztDrgIed2Sp55HQ/s2048/IMG_20160825_193238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdbG4Mxcn02EwSslU_x6eLXpg6trBDlt2QbTzftFVb9DZ1Dvfhxd_xfNJWGqvWtXE-CikE2Bk6tr6p7xggJg_iX8rezWnqhQ6BzRhkaaxYbZOO4IF_uenwWEBdINigdDb5wvPqkNrcKTRvph5ErPr0WsilvO4VWEZi2SOXZ_OQztDrgIed2Sp55HQ/s320/IMG_20160825_193238.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Beads
on a String is an approachable, conversational, and interactive history
of diversity in America. Instead of a melting pot, Ey Wade envisions
the country as a piece of jewelry where the contributions of all of the
people who have immigrated here from all over the world add to the
beauty of our society. It honors all of the peoples that contributed to
this country in a nicely balanced way. Designed as a resource for
students it suits the classroom or home-school classroom but also is an
enjoyable read for armchair historians and fans of the History Channel.
It's a must read for history lovers. </span><span class="a-text-italic">Bookmom, Amazon reader<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEXuIn8Dy-QoAWQf1_28nA8kjX5xSPPc452OdQnHd6k5yV6fg3u3hrWwxHECX06JFl-Ogz8vVdwsXzIjnHTGYWDz3SlUNcwMcd8LgX3B7bK0u-_Km0Ch0mMW4YMJM-Zh343HqpAIFDBZaLXmuXoPrVU3IaxQwLOEWyws9ggJDMble90H4mTYcuFLF/s348/FB_IMG_1549494580164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="343" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSEXuIn8Dy-QoAWQf1_28nA8kjX5xSPPc452OdQnHd6k5yV6fg3u3hrWwxHECX06JFl-Ogz8vVdwsXzIjnHTGYWDz3SlUNcwMcd8LgX3B7bK0u-_Km0Ch0mMW4YMJM-Zh343HqpAIFDBZaLXmuXoPrVU3IaxQwLOEWyws9ggJDMble90H4mTYcuFLF/w158-h160/FB_IMG_1549494580164.jpg" width="158" /></a></div></span><span><br /> <br />This
is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly
moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. </span><span class="a-text-italic">Jonathan Ellis, Amazon reader</span><span><br /></span><span class="a-text-italic"> </span><span><br />Ey
Wade has written a unique and important book that put all racial
History under one umbrella. Wade has done a tremendous job collecting
information on all races, and all subjects related to them. "Beads on a
String" is a piece of History that was missing until this book came out.
I highly recommend this book to anyone wishing to understand more about
how multiple cultures shaped the US to what it is today. Two thumbs up!<br /></span><span class="a-text-italic">Lola, Amazon reader</span><span><br /></span><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic"> </span><span><br />The
"beads" are a metaphor for the cultural, racial, and ethnic diversity
of the United States, and the "string" is a metaphor for the whole of
the USA. The book is large and fascinating---mainly a series of
biographical vignettes on the people the author and her children
selected as those who had a major impact on the history of the U.S. All
of the "beads" make contributions; the "string" is the richer for the
diversity of those contributing. "Beads on a String" has a lot to offer
traditional K-12 schools and home schooling parents as supplemental
material for various standard curricula in history, civics, and other
social sciences. </span><span class="a-text-italic">Jerry, Amazon reader</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span class="a-text-italic"> </span><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Ey Wade's "Beads on a String" <span><a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd ezidihy3" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBeads-String-Special...%2Fdp%2F1463696043%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR24aUX_AiYpUg07qeHQaD4JyKY5kBvXdSk0iR3_lpaeg9DN9WY3QNOlNX8&h=AT2BqGm9LAue5eVOgWwHx3EKgXnRa0Ns8MUiXZxeGJ80K9Lr6X01wkikLjzM7ukyrx2ZKm6Uay1hLZQHQZ939PwDi66KqMTG8Lc7sQy7d0v9yu9vE1fO2K6eiMpRQV1xtsofIsaAvaIHCW0AC3Cg&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT2jLl6I2su9jgOJYBilZmpb3YQLyACbqJFXnUBgFdMRTLBlaFnTVjn8a9qnRA2drocdQGzUqTPtAkLAC20dZm4IFh0H-0xXkJ2gJTKX80QPEdVpVzUtL-Sn7RU2hpE0XW3FRl6MtRJ-Q9g13JseXMwV6witUJynMBzs9pdOD48KVCZHux6E" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.amazon.com/Beads-String-Special.../dp/1463696043</a></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JrH1ybt05uE" width="320" youtube-src-id="JrH1ybt05uE"></iframe></div><br /> </span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-16003543904697528782022-07-13T04:17:00.002-07:002022-07-16T07:30:27.486-07:00Mind Your Own Vagina. Ismet's Honor<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The most dangerous thing about the buffer zone being removed between the ranters and the women handling their lives, is the fact most clinics are set in strip malls.<br />
So, when any woman walking to a store near these clinics, stands the chance of being harassed and maybe even hurt by someone who should mind their own business, it is a potentially dangerous situation. </div>
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Eventually, one of those self absorbed little women, praying against another woman who may need treatment for cancer or anything beyond contraception, will face the same treatment.</div>
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PRO - LIFE is not tattooed on their foreheads and a sign is not on their back. To every female protesting, YOU will be seen as just another vagina, man controls when it comes to being slurred. I'm always amazed how those who (wrongly)believe they are right, always look the angriest and craziest.</div>
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The Abortion Law(named so to stir up anger) was about health care, cancer screening, preventative care for men and women. As with any propaganda, the HEADLINE is to grab your attention. You need to read the blurb and the tiny print to be in the know. They say word of mouth will get the sale...word of mouth can also hurt you, sometimes kill you. Think for yourself. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJoqRUBfa0XIw42-DMRc54Q-Alf_V9tVQ5Tejoo5xeIPPhG6xMJ_22JPATylAhFd5s5vVUoHlXqWkii-iXWaEPqGC60V47AGgtSDO6PT_C-02JWIqL5AI_I_9RGr5rI5F0aepaJ1r1U8/s1600/FB_IMG_1454357093282-1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJoqRUBfa0XIw42-DMRc54Q-Alf_V9tVQ5Tejoo5xeIPPhG6xMJ_22JPATylAhFd5s5vVUoHlXqWkii-iXWaEPqGC60V47AGgtSDO6PT_C-02JWIqL5AI_I_9RGr5rI5F0aepaJ1r1U8/w155-h200/FB_IMG_1454357093282-1.jpg" width="155" /></a></div>
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In Ismet's Honor there is a scene where Sunny, as an ill 16 year old girl, abandoned by her mother has to cross through the crowd of overzealous ranters to visit one of the only clinics in her town.<br />
ABOUT THE BOOK- Sunny Verdi Reyes, has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home,
lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow
embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she
wanted those things even more.
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Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier and it would take more than wishful thinking to get him back.
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At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion,
Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the
perfect life and the white picket fence.
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Now he spends his time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children.
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Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting.
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She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences.<br />
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small flower pattern on the back of Belle’s shirt intermittently faded
in an out. Sunny tried to </span></span><span data-offset-key="55tjg-0-0"><span data-text="true"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01DY4es8u8IOpkW1rlG-qZLiWnTTXJSBZm_RKa-EWzlW-pPrTC8zWsOYQiZ80p5NaI_jKX4Lgq6jCmbbsIFkwMt4dfpIrtgvfNVv9wi2o2HsoxqZ8HIJ-KSodOa9jrubgbVQ6KW1ap_22TUywZXgab3Gh26geI81Ruarkw2xdj2ZYtUoK-T-hKhot/s1080/ealking%20through.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01DY4es8u8IOpkW1rlG-qZLiWnTTXJSBZm_RKa-EWzlW-pPrTC8zWsOYQiZ80p5NaI_jKX4Lgq6jCmbbsIFkwMt4dfpIrtgvfNVv9wi2o2HsoxqZ8HIJ-KSodOa9jrubgbVQ6KW1ap_22TUywZXgab3Gh26geI81Ruarkw2xdj2ZYtUoK-T-hKhot/w320-h320/ealking%20through.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>keep her attention focused on it. Her head had
started hurting on the ride to the clinic and all she wanted to do was
close her eyes. She’d stumbled a bit while getting out of the car and
removing her things.<br /></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="55tjg-0-0"><span data-text="true"> Belle
was immediately at her side, grabbing one of the bags and leading the
way. The grip she had on her hand, the support needed to continue going.</span></span><br />
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elbowed her way through the crowd of protesters blocking the entrance
to the clinic. Their volatile, demeaning, chants, berating every female
trying to enter as killers and trying- angered her. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4stt8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Holding
tight to Belle's hand, she shook off the unexpected grasp on her elbow.
An older woman, face red and pinched, stared into her face, damning her
to the fires of hell. Any other day, Sunny would've taken the words in
stride and said nothing, but the woman's condemnation and her self
righteous attitude was her undoing.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><i>"We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel- we cannot change. As a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be accepting of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White."</i></span><br>
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Ignore the skin I'm in and get to know me for who I am. In saying this, I have to say I can't wait until February to make this point, there is so much to know about the Black race, all races, we should shout out 365 days.<br>
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If we are honest we will accept the fact, tension in the world boils down to the color of a person’s skin, ridiculousness. We can do all, be all, live in the White House and in the end, those of us who are Black, continue to be seen as blight. Maybe it's because some never bother to get to know the true person, they only look at skin tone.<br>
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In the history book Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History chapter three is titled Voices of Change it begins with this quote:<br>
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“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification.” 1 Corinthians 14:10 and has a section dedicated to activism and the people who stepped out to confront the injustices directed at people of specific ethnicity.<span></span><a href="https://www.wade-inpublishing.com/2020/06/peeling-back-skin-juneteenth.html#more">Find Out More</a>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-58938933051511883022020-04-29T08:53:00.003-07:002022-07-13T04:06:34.702-07:00Crash Into Me an excerpt from the novel When Clouds Touch https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01D6C8CKS #books #romance<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="9c0jq-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; position: relative; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span data-offset-key="9c0jq-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Even a chance acquaintance is part of one's destiny.” 袖振り合うも多生の縁</span></span><span data-offset-key="5kljo-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><br data-text="true" /></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="9s5jh-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision. Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4r02b-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and a puff from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing separate but in the same direction, the angels resume their soothing. </span></span><span data-offset-key="ain63-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><br data-text="true" /></span></div>
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="37fhg-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="37fhg-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="37fhg-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Both women reached the entrance to the Lamaze class at the same time. Neither paying attention to the other, one searching the contents of her purse, the other looking over her shoulder and urging her lagging husband to move faster. The collision of their large pregnant bellies causing a surprising halt to their forward motion. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; float: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;">“
Whoa, Jesus Christ, did you feel that?” The purse digger rubbed her stomach. “I think she tried to jump right into you.”</span></span></span>
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<span data-offset-key="37fhg-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwQons3BmRPp8BpjOxGBTdvkR1UzMdpWscLlBbaSrq4mivb2TZjIA-3HNPWBIziynTes25EbApqq9BItg4W-2RoRvZq8Qr_wEVSNyoU_gez2RPgVRH1OJgy_URNFfWpVJQSnPcYfuM9w/s1600/meeting.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwQons3BmRPp8BpjOxGBTdvkR1UzMdpWscLlBbaSrq4mivb2TZjIA-3HNPWBIziynTes25EbApqq9BItg4W-2RoRvZq8Qr_wEVSNyoU_gez2RPgVRH1OJgy_URNFfWpVJQSnPcYfuM9w/s1600/meeting.jpg" /></a></span></span></div></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="50b5c-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="50b5c-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="50b5c-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Whew! Yes, I felt it.” The other released a breath. “I thought my heart was going to stop, he jumped so hard. Look how he’s kicking.” She raised her top, exposing her trembling stomach. “He’s been so quiet lately, but he’s definitely awake now, Jaanu.” Turning to her husband, she stepped away from the door.</span></span>
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="epbs4-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="epbs4-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="epbs4-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“I told you he was fine. Smart fellow,” The father pat his wife’s belly before pulling down her shirt. “already knows his attention should be on the ladies. I will do my best to teach him to respect them."</span></span>
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="b2ifc-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="b2ifc-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="b2ifc-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Three weeks later, Paisley lay in her little glass isolate, her face turned to her left and her eyes trying their hardest to focus on the face of the baby staring at her.
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="airlj-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="bfb00-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="airlj-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“His name is Malachi.”
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<span data-offset-key="bfb00-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Turning to face the voice whispering into her left ear, Paisley’s mother looked into the face of the mother from the Lamaze class.
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="jr3-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="jr3-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="jr3-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, hi. So, that’s who he is. That explains it, I’ve been here ten minutes. The nurse has turned her face to the window three times and little Paisley always turns back to watch him. He’s quiet and content only when they're facing each other.”
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="eakd7-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="eakd7-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="eakd7-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“That’s so bizarre. Do you think infatuation starts young?”
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<span data-offset-key="8h85q-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Sure seems that way.”
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<span data-offset-key="2al4s-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“I didn’t know you would be having your baby here.”
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<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="avn4k-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9uqou-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="9uqou-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“I wasn’t supposed to, Paisley was in a rush. Seemed as if nothing was keeping her from coming. We go home tomorrow.”</span></span></div>
<span data-offset-key="avn4k-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“We leave in a couple of hours.”
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<span data-offset-key="38c1u-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">And that's how they lived life, continuously rushing past destiny. </span></span></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="dqtcj-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="dqtcj-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="dqtcj-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Accidentally enrolled in the same baby classes, same schools-brushing past, but never really meeting. For years Paisley and Malachi’s paths running parallel, but never crossing. In school she would have the urge to lookup, see him watching her from across the room, hallway, schoolyard and move in his direction...only to have something redirect their steps. Until many years later, when fate stepped in as they bumped each while trying to enter the revolving doors of an office building. Her huge red wagasa 和傘 falling from her hands and landing at his feet.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="vlro-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="vlro-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="vlro-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Paisley clutched the material covering her heart as Malachi released a rush of air. One of his hands holding her elbow to steady her while the other put the Japanese umbrella back into her hands.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="3dm3o-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3dm3o-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="3dm3o-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“You’d swear we’ve been through this before. Feels like deja vu.” </span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="9nvvf-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9nvvf-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="9nvvf-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“I know. I felt it too, geese.” She laughed, head down as she lifted her backpack to her shoulder. “I thought my heart was going to stop.” And stopped, she thought it had when she raised eyes and found herself looking up, into the face lowered to her height. </span></span><span data-offset-key="eno38-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="8dsbt-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8dsbt-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="8dsbt-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">For years she’d imagined what she would do if she had a chance to meet him face to face and now that she had, all she could do was stand like a love-struck groupie and calmly try to get her heart rate to slow down.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="6opsu-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6opsu-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="6opsu-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Well, don’t die right here, we’re already holding up the line.” He indicated the people behind them with a tilt of his head. “You go first.” </span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="4feii-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4feii-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="4feii-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, gosh.” Turning, she hurried through the entrance. </span></span>
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<div data-block="true" data-editor="c48rm" data-offset-key="e0tur-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e0tur-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="e0tur-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Digging her hand into the side of her backpack in search of a pen, she never slowed her forward movement, knowing full well a pause would cause the rotating momentum of the glass doors to stop abruptly. She was so intent on getting the pen and a slip of paper, she never noticed the rotation ceasing until she ran full speed into the door in front of her- hitting her forehead with such force, the flesh broke. She felt herself tumbling backward and braced herself for the pain from hitting the floor.</span></span>
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What do you do when your character seems to have crossed the moral boundaries?<br />
What if your characters are stepping into roles many wish they could, in honest reality, apply to the deviant animals of life?<br />
Would you change their story in order to please society?<br />
In my mind, my characters are heroes. In their world they bounce against the walls of what's right and what's wrong. As Durham says,<br />
"I’m sure if a common person were to find out about what I am doing they would be torn between two minds. One side would negate me into the role of a murderer while the other side, the more truthful side, would applaud me for taking a stand and ridding the world of useless and dispensable trash.<br />
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~At ten years old, Durham plotted his first murder.
He watched all of the after school specials, tried telling the adults in his life, but nothing good came from it. How could it when most of the adults were the problem?
His mom in her drug induced world had refused to keep the guy out of their lives. Somehow or other he and his little sister always ended up being the ones punished, whether it was through the foster care system or being returned home to live in a worse scenario - they always ended up back in the clutches of the stepfather.
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Decatur Pugh would taunt them by saying he had bought them from their mom for a few pieces of crack. He would laugh and say they were more than his children they were and would always be his property. He had them believing he could do whatever he wanted to them which was why they were always returned. Life had seemed hopeless. His little sister was eight years old when she jumped out of a third story window at school and killed herself.
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At ten years old Durham succeeded in killing his stepfather.~</blockquote>
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~From memory and constant practice he counted his steps. At his tenth step he shouted out the world ‘life’, a signal to Roman that he was on his way. They’d planned this scenario perfectly and at Roman’s response of ‘demanded’, he continued on to his next position with The Monster a few steps behind him. Swiftly zigging to the left and behind a tree he stopped, hand over mouth to stifle the sounds made from his effort to catch his breath.</blockquote>
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The dark clothes he wore helped to make him invisible and The Monster continued in the direction of Roman’s voice.
Everything was going as planned. Moving quickly and quietly he counted his steps to be in place for the next shout out. Thirty steps, around the fallen tree, and then crouch beside a row of bushes. This would put him in the most dangerous and vulnerable position, on the edge of the raven.</blockquote>
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He could hear Roman’s light steps approaching instantly followed by the heavy thumps of The Monster’s shoes and his verbal tirade of obscenities and threats.
At the sound of Roman’s shout of the word action’, he jumped out of his hiding place at the same time Roman made it through his maze and paused at his side. Throwing Roman one of the rods they had hidden during one of their practices they swung at the monster. Purposely smacking the back of his legs until his forward steps of attempted escape caused him to fall over the edge. </blockquote>
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His screams and the final thud of his body as it hit the ground below released the tension from their bodies and they cheered in triumph. When the celebration ended, they did their best to clean any evidence of their involvement before running back through the dark, placing the rods to their places in the garage and creeping into their beds. The next morning they continued life as usual or as usual as living in Shiningbal permitted.~</blockquote>
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“Boy, I should kill you for that.”</blockquote>
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“You can think you could, but you would be deceiving yourself. I’m going to tell you this one time,” Durham moved to press his nose directly into the man’s nose. “This girl here is mine and if you try to hurt her, you will die on the spot. If she doesn’t want to do this the deal is off. No if ands or buts. You will have to find your own kid.” He turned to her. He could see she was afraid and having her beat on was not and would never be a part of the plan. “You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.”</blockquote>
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“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
The cretin stood up straight and offered his hand in apology, not a single sign of sincerity anywhere in his eyes. Penny put her hands in her pocket and looked toward Durham.
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“Girl, you know what we came out here for.” Durham looked straight at her, making sure his steady gaze would not sway her decision. “All I can do is promise I won’t let him hurt you.”</blockquote>
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“Alright, that’s good enough for me.”
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Moving to stand on the other side of Durham and furthest from the guy’s reach, Penny stood until the deal was settled and then moved to get in the car. Durham had already slid under the steering wheel and started the car and she, as was habit got in the back and assumed the guy was to get in the front. But he climbed in the back next to her and slammed the door shut. </blockquote>
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She was immediately made aware the freak was the violent type of pervert who got his kicks from the brutality of the sexual act he would force on a child. Before she could get her defenses up he threw her on her back and practically had her pants off before the car was shifted into drive.
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Totally engrossed in the fight to protect herself she was unaware of Durham pulling over or getting in the backseat. One minute she was in a struggle for her life and the next she was sucking in the last putrid gusts of breath the creep gasped. Durham, lifting the man's dead weight off of her, pushed him to the floor without saying a word until he was back behind the steering wheel.
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"I’ll be alright.” Taking a deep breath she wiped the tears from her cheeks as she straightened her clothing. “Do you ever get tired of doing this Durham?" Feeling as if she would break down and cry in torrents, Penny kept her head down and out of his field of vision through the rearview mirror.
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bookmom -This review is from: Beads On a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History (Kindle Edition)
BEADS ON A STRING is an approachable, conversational, and interactive history of diversity in America. Instead of a melting pot, Ey Wade envisions the country as a piece of jewelry where the contributions of all of the people who have immigrated here from all over the world add to the beauty of our society. It honors all of the peoples that contributed to this country in a nicely balanced way. Designed as a resource for students it suits the classroom or homeschool classroom but also is an enjoyable read for armchair historians and fans of the History Channel. It's a must read for history lovers.
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By Jonathan Ellis "This works." (New York, New York) This review is from: Beads On a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History (Kindle Edition)
I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment.
I was consistently fascinated by unexpected connections, accomplishments and contributions being added to the ongoing tapestry of our country by so many people from so many ethnic and cultural backgrounds, that I simply couldn't put the book down. If I could ask for anything more, it would literally be just that...more.
This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long.
I can gladly recommend this book to anyone interested in the historical journey of the land we live in. Beyond that, I can just as easily recommend it to anyone who just likes a great read.
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The story dealing with the abduction of a pre-K student from a day care center shows the necessity for more stringent safety measures to be applied to all day care centers. The characters are sympathetically portrayed and you do feel concern for their predicament, but you just wanted to shake the people who ran the day care center and ask "What were you thinking"
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Ms Wade, has shown the mastery that she truly has in the writing, construction, and execution of this book. It tells of how once you are something, no matter how well you try to mask yourself, the truth will ALWAYS rear its ugly head.
The jumping back and forth works perfectly, as does all of the situations Ms Wade has created.
I would highly recommend this book as a must read.
I was unable to put it down, and felt a part of the story embedding itself into me.
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TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING: "Something very different
There is a difference between being fated and being star crossed, being blessed and cursed. Yet sometimes its very difficult to tell and extremely difficult to convince a skeptic that fairy tales can come true even if you have to walk through the fires of hell to convince them. This is a most unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddler on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like a screen play complete with a musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original. There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter." A. E. Drury
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ISMET'S HONOR:Jude P
"A Story Of Loss And Unrequited Love.
Belle and Tyson's story in 'Ribbons and Belle' was heartbreaking but love won through in the end.
Sunny was there for Belle but there was so much more that we were not told about her. So many unanswered questions.
Now her story has been told and what a story it is!
Ey Wade has done it again. This story will break your heart, make you angry, gasp and most definitely root for Ismet and Sunny.
Another difficult subject is tackled in this story. We get to see the other side of paternity, the father's side and their rights to their children. Ismet is their hero who fights for their rights. He is a man who is a product of what life has thrown at him. He is the best man for the job.
Sunny' life has not been the best and she has suffered at the hands of the people who should have cared for her. She has had to fight for the life she has.
Sunny and Ismet should be together but there are so many deep rooted obstacles that you cannot see them achieving what they both want.
Ey's writing has the effect of wringing every emotion from you. I loved this story. You will too." Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-43089276173220051502019-09-18T05:44:00.000-07:002019-09-18T05:44:48.017-07:005 Little Girls in an Alabama Bombing. Sept. 15,1963 @SarahCollinsRudolph<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A small amount of numbers, as I've read in comments on articles concerning this horror. Some comments are too heartless to mention. Has America really lost its compassion? I really don't want to discuss this issue because it would run rabid with all kinds of negativity.
Sarah was 11 years old, glass was and remains embedded in her body. She eventually lost an eye, was unable to become a mother and still has health issues.
What I want to say is, it's time America learns about and also remembers that one little girl, Sarah Collins Rudolph. The one who is virtually forgotten and remains ignored by her home town as the survivor of a national, world horror. The one who, along with other members of the community, deserve some sort of compensation, the same as any other citizen of America who has survived acts of terrorism.<br />
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This feels like a second attempt at murder in my opinion. Mentally and emotionally. How devastating it must be to relive the experience over and over, to know you lost your older sister, and then to know the world you remain in is not there to comfort you.
She's moved through life feeling forgotten. She testified at all three murder trials, but objects to the fact that there was never a trial for the attempted murder of her.
Doug Jones, who prosecuted the last two trials, praised the significance of Sarah's testimony. But he said the statute of limitations for attempted murder had long passed by the time the state reopened the investigation in 1971.
Sarah also resents that strangers benefit from her sister's death -- scholarships are given in the four girls' names -- while she says she's gotten nothing.
"You'd think they'd do something for the living, but the dead get more, I'll tell you that," she says.-via CNN.com 50 years after Birmingham Church Bombing.<br />
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When you remember the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing on today, please go over to her face book page and give Mrs. Sarah Collins Rudolph a bit of comfort and a hug on the anniversary of her sister's death and in celebration of the life she has dedicated to keeping her memory alive and sharing the message of loving and caring for one another .
Despite the fact her city seems to have forgotten her, she is getting recognition outside her state and around the U.S.
Mrs. Rudolph has recently been added to the pages of America's only multiracial history book,<br />
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Beads o a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History and is honored as guest and speaker at national and state events.Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-74955675175443780192019-08-09T19:46:00.000-07:002019-08-09T19:46:54.613-07:00When a Fan Girl Makes You want to Go "fan girl," for her. She likes me, she really likes me. #amwriting #books #reviewsThere's nothing like a positive video from a fan to make a writer feel like an author. Especially when the author had begun to doubt herself and her ability to entertain readers.<br />
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The thing about this video that got me the most, her face and reactions when she realized the books were autographed to her, for her birthday.<br />
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-8904662805690961072019-04-19T05:49:00.000-07:002019-04-28T07:18:36.225-07:00UPDATE! James Gibson Freed. EXCLUSIVE: LaSuria Kandi Allman Interviews Torture Victim-James Gibson @lasuria83 #ChicagoTortureVictims #BlackLivesMatter<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Latest Update</span>: Mr. Gibson was back in court today- all charges were dropped!! He sent his thanks to all who supported him.<br />
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UPDATE to a 30 years torturous tale of police abuse and false imprisonment. After all of the cover ups and media news that has been going on through Chicago's justice system-<span style="font-size: small;">We have awesome good news. James Gibson, one of the notorious Jon Burge's torture victims, has been set free!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> 4 years after an exclusive audio interview and running a petition for James Gibson's release, and 30 years of him in prison, he has been set free pending a new trial. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">On hand in court was his faithful niece, Sarmarra Burks and his supportive family. Gibson's lawyer, Ramon Moore stated, Gibson received a standing ovation from defendants waiting in holding cells who believed in his innocence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Congratulations James, may justice finally be served.</span></div>
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As reported in the <a href="https://chicago.suntimes.com/news/james-gibson-jon-burge-life-sentence-englewood-double-murder/" target="_blank">Chicago Sun by Andy Grimm, </a></div>
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“(Prosecutors) have given no proffer about any eyewitness who actually saw the shooting or even could confirm Mr. Gibson was there, or any physical evidence tying Mr. Gibson to the murders,” the judge said. - <a href="https://chicago.suntimes.com/news/james-gibson-jon-burge-life-sentence-englewood-double-murder/" target="_blank">via Chicago Sun.</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.change.org/p/illinois-state-attorney-illinois-governor-illinois-state-senate-illinois-state-house-president-of-the-united-states-barack-obama-michelle-obama-free-james-gibson-25-year-wrongful-imprisonment?recruiter=354769536&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #0066cc; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" target="_blank">Please Sign This Petition. Save an Innocent Man's Life</a> to release James and let him finally live a life of freedom.</div>
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It is unjust that James Gibson has been left behind, that statues of limitations have run their course while he remains behind bars.</div>
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Reparations, as mentioned in the <a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-burge-torture-reparations-lawyer-met-20150505-story.html#page=1" target="_blank">Chicago Tribune</a>, are being paid to victims and their families, and James is being ignored and forgotten.</div>
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On April 14, 2015, the Mayor of Chicago, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahm_Emanuel" title="Rahm Emanuel">Rahm Emanuel</a>, announced the creation of a $5.5 million city fund for individuals who could prove that they were victimized by Burge.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-173"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Burge#cite_note-173"></a></sup>
Burge said. <i>he found it hard to believe that Chicago political
leadership could "even contemplate giving reparations to human vermin"</i>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-174"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Burge#cite_note-174"></a></sup> The fund was approved by the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_City_Council" title="Chicago City Council">Chicago City Council</a> on May 6, 2015.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-175"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Burge#cite_note-175"></a></sup></div>
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gang member arrested by Burge in 1973 told the Chicago Tribune he was tortured after being taken to a police
station where detectives hooked him to an electrical box, pulled a bag over his head<b><i> and </i></b><i><b>shocked him over and over again until he confessed to a murder he hadn’t committed.</b></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b> </b></i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Burge" target="_blank">Jon Burge</a>, a destroyer of the lives of over <a href="http://peopleslawoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/10.12.12-Documented-TortureSurvivorsunderBurge1-1.pdf" target="_blank">140 </a>(read PDF)men, was imprisoned and <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/jon-burge-police-torture/" target="_blank">released</a>
after four years, yet this innocent man remains behind bars. The things
Jon and his accomplices did to the victims, some as young as 13 are to
horrible to imagine but can be read <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Burge" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Holmes eventually spent 30 years in prison for the killing he was tortured in to admitting.</span><span style="font-size: small;">" </span>He has since, been released from jail. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> In an attempt to set the record
straight, and have him released, we have launched a full assault of
letters and phone calls to the media and the powers that be. We have
established petitions, Free James Gibson Facebook page, detailed the full issue on radio shows.
Even having the community at large, spread the word through social media
sites and flyers. We must not let this injustice go unchallenged. Our
voices must be heard, I urge you to STAND UP. Please get involved by
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<span style="font-size: small;">Tell them to FREE JAMES GIBSON </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="mailto:lasuria83@gmail.com" target="_blank">lasuria83@gmail.com</a> </span></div>
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69 W. Washington, suite 3200<br />
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Director: Anita Alvarez State Attorney </span>
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<li><span data-offset-key="eail1-0-0" data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$eail1.0:$eail1-0-0"><span data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$eail1.0:$eail1-0-0.0">When his attorney sai<span style="font-size: small;">d, "Somebody has to go to jail because a white man was shot."</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span data-offset-key="9o2q5-0-0" data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9o2q5.0:$9o2q5-0-0"><span data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9o2q5.0:$9o2q5-0-0.0">When the police beat the snot out of my uncle and burned his tattoo off with an iron yeah I realized, the world wasn't fair for people of color and they didn't even care.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span data-offset-key="efnih-0-0" data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$efnih.0:$efnih-0-0"><span data-reactid=".45.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$efnih.0:$efnih-0-0.0">When people lie and are a part of what happens, you ask constantly, "Why won't they just tell the truth?" </span></span></li>
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-6906834688796481162019-02-07T11:34:00.001-08:002019-02-07T11:34:42.681-08:00Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers. Iconic figure in water hose picture #BlackHistoryMonth #ThisIsUs #ThisIsAmerica http://bit.ly/WeAreBeads <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers. Iconic figure in water hose picture. #BlackHistoryMonth In America's #history- Like colorful beads on a string, Everyone is important. <a href="http://bit.ly/WeAreBeads" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/WeAreBeads </a>#ThisIsUs #ThisIsAmerica <br />
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“Sorting out who played more important roles, or who got their photo taken, isn't as important,” said Hezekiah Jackson IV, president of the Birmingham chapter of the NAACP said. "I don’t think it matters in the full scheme of things," he said. "Some people take it personally."-via Greg Garrison,Birmingham News Senior reporter. May 3, 2013<br />
Personally, think it matters greatly, and if it did not, why does The NAACP collects the names of 1963 activists as part of its Foot Soldiers Finder Project?<br />
I believe it matters in the case of Mamie King Chalmers, a great fighter for justice, equality and freedom of the American Black race, the truth matters to her, her legacy, and to the pages of history.<br />
We must remember our "Beads" by the deeds they have accomplished. The inability of Mamie King Chalmers to claim her image from day one, as depicted in Life Magazine, to freely stand and declare her place in history was misaligned and eventually corrected, but the hurt remains. Our words matter enormously. The way we choose to use our words to negate, apologize or honor matters to that particular person, their legacy, and I dare to say- to the audience bearing witness to your apology. <br />
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Mamie has continued her calling by helping others throughout her life and will continue to do so.<br />
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I want to express my thanks for all she endured as a youth fighting to attain the civil rights for African Americans which we tend to take for granted. May her fight for justice and equality flow through the blood of her lineage and the fight continue until it is no longer needed. <br />
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Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in 1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane conditions.<br />
Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she was inspired to work for a change.<br />
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In the 1960's one of the most racial and volatile times in American history, Birmingham was also known as "Bombingham". In 1963 Dr. Martin Luther King arrived in Birmingham at the request of Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth. A mass meeting at 16th St. Baptist Church campaigning, against segregation, injustices in public places and the Jim Crow Laws that binded them. When Dr King finished his speech, she knew this was her calling unafraid Mamie joined the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights and became an active demonstrator, Member,Participant and Organizer, and Demonstrator in the Civil Rights Movement.<br />
Mamie was always in the forefront leading the way. Her father Berry Sr. prepared lunches and transportation to and from the Protest sites for Demonstrators. While demonstrating, she suffered attacks of police brutality, police dogs.<br />
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Mamie was always targeted by The Public Safety Chief Eugene "Bull" Connors who was a self proclaimed racist. She was jailed on several occasions one time she spent five days in jail under horrible conditions. On Friday May 3, 1963, Bull Connors spotted Mamie and sent the dogs after her. She ran across the street to a doctors office seeking shelter from the vicious dogs, she was cornered. Bull Connors order the Fire Department "to turn the hoses on the niggers so they won't have to take a bath." So they began to hose Mamie, while she was pinned to the wall and alone. Several children made attempts to help her but they weren't successful. Two unidentified young men reached Mamie and used their bodies as shields to absorb some of the water pressure. Many children used their bodies as targets and distractions to help Mamie and the young men. The water pressure was so hard it was like bricks were being hurled at their heads and bodies. Due to the pressure of the water from the hoses, Mamie is now deaf in her right ear. <br />
These events were captured by Black Star Photographer, Charles Moore who later sold the images to Time magazine. Their feature in Time gained national attention - which sparked the Civil Rights Movement and support for Civil Rights changes in 1964. During this era, Mr. Moore followed Mamie throughout the protests, capturing many images of her leading the way. Mamie continued her activism for freedom by attending the March on Washington with Dr. King and others. She bared witnessed to Dr King’s "I Have A Dream"speech.<br />
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In 1997 Mamie found out her identity, experiences, accomplishments, and most of all her pride had been claimed by prominent Alabamian Reverend Carolyn Maull Mckinstry author of While the World Watched.<br />
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For almost twenty years, Mamie lived in the shadows, ignored and unable to set the records straight. With the aid of her daughter LaSuria (Kandi) Allman,and her successful letter writing campaign, LaSuria wrote letters diligently to anyone she thought would listen to her. LaSuria contacted the Detroit News Frances X. Donnelly he published his article May 2, 2013. Birmingham News Senior reporter Greg Garrison published his article May 3, 2013 50 years to the date of the actual hosing. <br />
In an article published August 23, 2013 by Greg Garrison“Civil rights activist Carolyn McKinstry drops claim she was in famous firehose photo in 1963,” Mckinstry also issued a statement on her website,Words Do Matter, defending her actions by stating she made a mistake in the error of self identification of her image in the Time Life Photo and that it didn't matter who was in the photo. In the book, While the World Watched, she said "But to those of us who marched, the pictures are symbolic of all of us," she wrote. "The images are reflections of courage.<br />
<a href="http://bit.ly/MamieKingChalmers" target="_blank"> http://bit.ly/MamieKingChalmers</a>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-76363938104204949552019-02-03T06:39:00.000-08:002019-02-03T06:39:26.768-08:00You still rabid mad? In a land of Immigrants and beautiful colors? bit.ly/WeAreBeads #BlackHistoryMonth #BeadsOnAString #ThisIsUs #AmericaLandOfImmigrants #history<div dir="ltr">
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The feelings on prejudice and discrimination is an individual thing. YOU chose how you will react when confronted with another person's opinions and experiences.<br />
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Be rabid mad, but don't think you're so privileged you have the right to take the same angry feelings from the one who is living the discrimination.<br />
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Shouting all lives matter because you get upset a Black person says their life matters, ONLY proves you think that a Black person's life really doesn't matter- to you. Cuz, you can damn well bet your life matters to you and push come to shove, you will save yourself, first. </div>
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If you're saying "all lives matter," Black lives are in that statement. But you're angry cuz Black people agree with you, Black Lives Matter because all lives matter. </div>
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Bringing up every crime statistic to try and prove what race commits more crime and kills their members more than the other- doesn't give you points. Except to say you aren't seeing the big picture - WE AS HUMANS are killing each other over things- ridiculous.</div>
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And if you think WE as a Black community, as people of color- aren't angry and working on ending crime in the streets- I'm going to have to call you on that ignorant bullsh*t. That would be the same as me saying, White people don't care nothing about the mass killing of their children and family members, because those white on white crimes occur. A dumba**ed assumption, right? </div>
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Bringing up every other atrocity that has been committed in AMERICA to every other ethnicity, while trying to belittle or whitewash 400 combined years of Black slavery and civil rights oppression - then try to tell us to get over it, that's a waste of time. WE can not get over it. Not when the present has remnants of that same terror. If you don't see it, no one can open your eyes.<br />
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If you are angry/jealous/envious about TV channels, schools, organizations, award shows, etc. that have the word BLACK, on it, you have to ask yourself "why am I so angry at that word?" It doesn't say "all others excluded" behind it. Are you angry at all the other ethnicities and races that have labels on their own? If it's simply the word black that makes you angry, you may need to get some help for that, sounds personal. Your insanity is waaay beyond our control.</div>
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*addendum* Don't be mad if the race card is played when the game wasn't invented, the deck wasn't stacked and the cards weren't dealt, by the Black race. We were pulled into the game, and now we're playing by your rules. Don't like it, stop the damned games. </div>
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Just remember while we're applauding, WE didn't get that privilege because we deserved it as humans, as Americans, as natural born citizens - it's because we had to FIGHT, and argue, and die for it through organizations with the word "black," on it and with the Civil Rights Movement. Same movement that you reap benefits from. Same movement that has now spawned the Black Lives Matter. Same movement that received the same treatment, and anger that is being shown to a new generation. Because we still have to stand and shout that our Black life matters as much as the next persons. </div>
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necklace of different colors, held together on a string, we are held <br />
together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. <br />
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if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads-<br />
leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are <br />
lost.” What do you believe?<a href="https://wade-inpublishing.blogspot.com/2016/01/voices-of-change-diversity.html" target="_blank"> READ MORE.</a><br />
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THE FISHING TRIP- Pedophiles are experiencing unexpected repercussions .<br />
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WOMEN OF THE HILL- five friends trying to live their life through the best way they know how.<br />
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-69317296524351424972018-05-12T04:00:00.000-07:002018-05-12T04:30:35.097-07:00Mother's day 5bk Bundle SALE of #drama #suspense #friendship #reallifehappens #abortion #fathersrights #teenpregnancy #romance Yeah That Mom <h3 style="text-align: center;">
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-59436850070263653812018-03-05T09:59:00.000-08:002018-03-05T09:59:47.439-08:00Reviews and Kudos for Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History #thisIsUs #BeadsOnAString #IStandWithDreamers #LandOfImmigrants<div dir="ltr">
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equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded
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together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity.
Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a
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if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads-
leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are
lost.” What do you believe?</span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1463696043"><br /></a><a href="http://bit.ly/WeAreBeads" target="_blank">Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History </a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>
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"Ey Wade has written a unique and important book that put all racial History under one umbrella. Wade has done a tremendous job collecting information on all races, and all subjects related to them. "Beads on a String" is a piece of History that was missing until this book came out. I highly recommend this book to anyone wishing to understand more about how multiple cultures shaped the US to what it is today. Two thumbs up!"</div>
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I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment.</div>
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A bundle of Sweet love when real life happens.<br />
When life strikes hard, love weakens the blows.<br />
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<b>ISMET'S HONOR</b></h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Belle and Tyson's story in 'Ribbons and Belle' was heartbreaking but love won through in the end.
Sunny was there for Belle but there was so much more that we were not told about her. So many unanswered questions.
Now her story has been told and what a story it is!
Ey Wade has done it again. This story will break your heart, make you angry, gasp and most definitely root for Ismet and Sunny.
Another difficult subject is tackled in this story. We get to see the other side of paternity, the father's side and their rights to their children. Ismet is their hero who fights for their rights. He is a man who is a product of what life has thrown at him. He is the best man for the job.
Sunny' life has not been the best and she has suffered at the hands of the people who should have cared for her. She has had to fight for the life she has.
Sunny and Ismet should be together but there are so many deep rooted obstacles that you cannot see them achieving what they both want.
Ey's writing has the effect of wringing every emotion from you. I loved this story. You will too."</i></span></span><br />
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<b>RIBBON'S & BELLE </b></h4>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"This is a heartbreaking story of loss and making controversial
decisions. It is not always easy to read but you will love Belle and
Tyson. Their story grabs you and pulls you in. You want them to have
their 'happy ever after' but can't see how it can happen. Stay with the
story.<br />You will fall in love with Tyson. Here is a man who can give
women the child they long for. He has it all, the personality, the
looks, but the one woman he truly wants escapes him.<br />Belle has not had an easy time. She is damaged and needs healing. We all know the man who can help her heal but she is unsure.<br />Her
best friend Sunny is someone that you want in your life. She is sassy
and loyal. There is much more to her that we don't see. I want her story
and I am so excited that she had been given one.<br />Ey's writing has clarity and eloquence. We are taken on a journey that seems effortless but tears you apart at times.<br />You will not be disappointed with this story.<br />Highly recommended."</span></i>
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TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING </h4>
"It was more than falling in love too quickly or being unrealistic in
lust/love. The love scenes were slow building, and didn't happen right
away. This is something I can appreciate, and something that kept me
coming back, turning the pages, getting to know the characters and their
stories<a href="http://www.amazon.com/review/R289ZS2HXHA9SL/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01D6CL3IQ&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=133140011&store=digital-text" target="_blank">." R&R</a><br />
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D.N.A-NOTHING WOULD EVER BE THE SAME</h4>
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<span class="a-size-base review-text">"Once opened, a whole slew of
secrets seep out of Pandora's Box bringing emotional turmoil to the star
character Debney Nichole Armstrong. In the wake of adversity Debney is
put through the wringer, something that at her age should never happen.
But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the
plot and the emotional aspect. I mentioned a dysfunctional family
earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the
severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney
is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up
this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for
required reading.<br />Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with
impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's
mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.<br />A highly recommended read!"</span><br />
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<b>WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH </b><br />
<span style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/happyeverafter/2015/04/19/michelle-monkou-romance-recs-jenkins-lindo-rice-kaufman-wade/26035087/" target="_blank">USA TODAY HEAblog</a> "Ey Wades' <i>When Clouds Touch</i>
goes outside the box from<br />
choosing to write about the aesthetically
perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for
the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within
are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and
live with purpose and joy.<br />
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Wade stays true to her fresh approach
from beginning and certainly to the end. Expect the heartstrings to be
pulled and the emotions to be stirred for the powerful connection
between Paisley and Malachi. A romance with an emotional twist.</span><b> </b></div>
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776092475443762591.post-87772142385252411292018-01-30T06:24:00.001-08:002018-01-30T06:24:52.706-08:00Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com