It’s #MadMonday, kind of like #BlackFriday but on Monday- and Tuesday and Wednesday…





The Google Play Store Sale just goes on and on.
And on.
#ShoptillYouDrop
It’s #MadMonday, kind of like #BlackFriday but on Monday- and Tuesday and Wednesday…





The Google Play Store Sale just goes on and on.
And on.
#ShoptillYouDrop
Many of you may (or may not) remember the Clapper commercial.
Clap on. Clap off. Clap on clap off. The Clapper.
Well I don’t have a clapper like that [and I ain’t mad about it 😉] but I do have a Clapper account where you can view some of my videos like the one above. Come on over.


Tissue thin, transparent bits and pieces by the millions I gave to you…
To be received, to be tended
or to be rendered useless as you deemed fit
old inhabitants of terra firma.
Slivers of my soul….
What did you do with these pieces of me?
Where are the misplaced microscopic stars of my spirit, where are they laid?
Did they dissolve beneath a soft autumn rain?
Or burn in the heat of a cruel summer day?
Were they consumed by the dust mites of fate?
Giving me away was easy….
Getting me back seems nearly impossible.
I saw a fleck of glitter this morning,
caught in an abandoned web of time.
I retrieved it ever so carefully, pulling away the tiny choking strands; polishing it in the palm of my hand till it shone bright like a minuscule star… exploding…
and I recognized it as the twinkle I once saw
in a smiling photo of me.
*The poem Getting Me Back lent its name (and guidance) in the memoir styled book of poetry. It also lured me back from the land of “bat shit crazy” 😉
I thought a lot about yesterday’s post; about the disciples and about believing and courage. And I remembered a poem written decades ago.
I do not claim to be bold and my beliefs have (more than once) been shaken.
I am not holy, hell I am not even considered a good Christian by many standards. I do not attend “church” nor belong to any denomination. I try to do as I should but y’all I sin every day. Every day! But don’t worry, me and The Lord have a relationship. We’re good. 👌🏼
I think I have always aspired to be a soldier, a Christian soldier and the poem written decades ago made me remember that.

Remember April is National Poetry Month.
Poem from Getting me Back (The Voices Within)
I suppose there’s no better time to spread the “good” news than on Easter. For many Christians, Easter is the biggest holiday of them all and for good reason. It is celebrated as the day Jesus rose from the dead.

We witness God’s miracles every single day. From the perfect rising of the sun each morning to the trees that produce our oxygen, to the perfect temperatures that humans need to survive. I can’t wrap my arms around the idea that this planet, and all the symbiotic relationships upon and around it, wasn’t through intelligent design.
I tried to deny it was the work of a higher power; a supreme power; an omnipotent. For years I tried to force the square science ideology into the circle of life but it didn’t work.




And a friendly reminder, April is National Poetry Month #NPM
#Carefee
Did you know it was a woman named Rita Toews who started the Read an Ebook Week? Yep. 
Read an Ebook Week brings together ebook retailers, publishers, authors, device-makers and untold thousands of readers who join in this international literary event.
For one week only, publishers and authors offer thousands of original ebooks for free and at deep discounts to encourage book lovers around the globe to give ebooks a try.
Smashwords participates in the event every year.
Admittedly I have not given Smashwords the proper time and care I should have – because to tell the truth they were a great help to me years ago when I went independent.
I hope to remedy my negligence now by actively participating in Read an Ebook Week.
For this week (March 07-13) the price of my titles at Smashwords have been deeply discounted with a price range of $1.99 to $0.00.
HaPpY reading Y’all.
Happy Monday world!
Today is International Women’s Day.
Inter-national.
So here’s to women all over the world, cheers 🥂.
Sadly, a lot of women don’t have the luxury of “celebrating” #IWD2021; many do not have the privilege of internet access to participate much less promote.
Let us remember those women. 🙏🏼
I visited the IWD website and copied the below questions/challenges.
“How will you help forge a gender equal world?
Celebrate women’s achievement. Raise awareness against bias. Take action for equality.”
So, what will I do for #IWD2021?
Personally, I am just going to keep chasing my dreams, standing up for what I believe and being me.
That in itself is a challenge… and an achievement.
And, I will share this poem which was inspired by a matriarch I once had the pleasure of knowing. ![]()
We did not burn our bras but wore them proudly
Holding–supporting–glorifying the mammary glands that would feed the next generation
For the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
We did not give animated voices to our vaginas for the world to hear
but let them speak in secret whispers that moved mountains.
We did not make a spectacle in the streets to prove our equality
For we knew in our hearts [already] that we were superior.
Page 235 from Getting Me Back