Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Photo:Kansas City Star First Anniversary of 9/11
|Front Page of the Kansas City Star|
It appears I'm approaching the time now when I might be able to do him, his art, his still unfolding legacy and the love we, his family, felt from and for him justice. I've begun to rumble through memories - both tangible (photos, writings, drawings, videos, etc.) and intangible more and more. I love what I'm feeling, thinking, seeing through eyes both of hindsight and new revelation. My hand now itches with the need to try to capture a part of him for posterity.
When and how long it will be? I have no idea, I just know that God willing it will now happen. I'm grateful.
|An old photo of Leroy, his daughters, our parents and me.|
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
From Essence Magazine - September 1999I was clearing out some old files to make way for the new and stumbled upon a plethora of magazines, catalogues, and other materials that were from 1999 going into the 2000 new millennium. Buried in the pages was the thunder of a brand new century at the door, the terror of what might await us, the nostalgia of what we were leaving behind, the desire to try to predict the future, and a sense of American innocence we have since lost.
I remember the dealers at antique malls who offer pages from vintage magazines, old ads and signs and I knew there was a storehouse of valuable memories worthy of keeping in my newly found treasure trove. The "original ad" or the "original article" has significant value for the potential collector, so I spent a good part of my afternoon carefully thumbing though many of them. I was fascinated by so much of what I was revisiting.
From Essence Magazine - September 1999
Enjoy a couple of the intriguing ads I found. If you're a collector look for some of the most intriguing ads, articles, and whole catalogs or magazines on my favorite auction "blocks" soon!
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
If You By Guest Blogger Shelia M Goss
The Delilah When Love Deceives tour makes a stop on Peggy Eldridge-Love's blog. Besides writing fiction, I write poetry every blue moon. If my character Delilah would write a poem, she would tell you not to follow in her footsteps.
by Shelia M. Goss
IF You followed In my Footsteps,
Then You will know, I did not always Know
The right way to Go.
I made some Mistakes
Along the way. Learning how to Live
Day by Day.
So don’t follow in my Footsteps,
Don’t make the same Mistakes.
Know that there is a better road to Take.
IF You followed in my Footsteps,
Then you will See, My life was not always as easy as it Seemed.
Sometimes I struggled, But I made it Through.
With Faith and Guidance, so can You.
Shelia M. Goss is the Dallas Morning News and Essence Magazine Best-Selling author of My Invisible Husband, Roses are Thorns, Paige’s Web, Double Platinum, His Invisible Wife, Hollywood Deception, Savannah's Curse (March 2011) and the teen series The Lip Gloss Chronicles. Delilah is her tenth novel and first Christian fiction novel. To learn more, visit her website: www.sheliagoss.com, www.twitter.com/sheliamgoss or www.facebook.com/sheliagoss.
What readers are saying about Delilah:
"Many stories that include preachers are over-the-top, but the author's creative nature blends this topic along with deceit and betrayal into the story, making it just right." ~ Review by Teresa Beasley-APOOO Book Club
"The book was highly entertaining, yet never lost sight of the Christian message. I recommend Delilah to those who love Christian fiction and to all readers who enjoy great writing and storyline."
--Angelia Menchan, Author and Avid Reader
"Delilah is a good read even for those who are not regular readers of urban or Christian fiction." ~ TaKeshia Brooks-AAMBC Reviewer
More about Delilah:
Behind every successful man is a good woman. The downfall of a good man is a woman up to no good.
Thirty and fine, Samson Judges is preacher of the Peaceful Rest Missionary Baptist Church . He’s beloved by his congregation, but temptation is about to strike in the form of divalicious beauty Delilah, and only the Good Lord knows if Samson will be able to keep his head on straight with her. Especially considering he’s about to be married to Julia Rivers. Julia helped shape Samson into the man he is, but Delilah wants to knock him down. He doesn’t know she’s been hired to distract him by real estate developer William Trusts, who wants to acquire the land where Samson’s church stands.... Samson feels like his relationship with God puts him above it all, but his weakness for Delilah may just cause him to lose everything. ~ Black Expressions Book Club
Delilah is Shelia Goss' tenth book. It's available in hardcover and paperback and is available in stores or online from any of the online outlets such as Amazon.com, BlackExpressions.com, Borders, Barnes and Noble, etc.
Check out this short trailer:
I believe Kindle readers will enjoy this work very much!
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
It's my birthday and my thoughts have turned to my mother and that special bond that existed between us from moment one! In my recent chapbook the title poem is "Peach Seeds" and it is about that wonder that was ours. I thought it appropriate to share it here today:
She didn't like that I thought I was adopted.
She leaned her face into mine so that we
were eye to eye.
I was the worst pain she'd ever known;
nine hours with complications, having
decided to come along with snow thunder
one early January Kansas night.
She was no more amused when I decided
I was really the reincarnation of an English
princess held captive
by a bevy of sixteenth century dysfunctional nuns.
That I was seven was no excuse
for being ungrateful for who I was
and who I wasn't.
But, by eight she recognized that mine was not
a heretic's soul, nor the musings of a wish-I-was.
By eight she knew I was made up of purple streamers,
silver bells, Northern Lights, tea leaves from Ceylon,
angel hair, wild Palominos, wood nymphs,
peach seeds, shrill whistles
and endless sticky kisses
and she let me take her hand any time
I needed her to travel with me.
We shared worlds and life and love
and us and them, all born from her womb
and his seed that became the incubator
for all the gifts that poured from that
crack in the universe that somehow
God had allowed us
to wiggle through.
She didn't flinch the last time I knelt beside her
to gently remove the clothes she
didn't even know she wore. She trusted my hands
that stroked her thick gray hair and whispered
a tiny prayer and sealed it with a kiss. She didn't
remember as I leaned in and we were once
again eye to eye
that she'd given me life and had stirred, spun,
lifted, launched, released, poured and retrieved,
sailed and thrust it,
with the rhythm of an ocean,
but in that brief moment when her hand grasped
mine, one last time,
I know she knew she would
always have hold of the other end of my
unbreakable purple streamers.
From "Peach Seeds" by Peggy Eldridge-Love published by Mipoesias Chapbook Series