Starry, starry night with a beautiful, full moon lighting up the dark winter night. Snow-laden branches climbing high up to the sky complete this picture postcard scene.
I look around and slowly take in all this natural beauty . Not too long ago the holiday season was one of great dread because of all the personal tragedies I've experienced. For years I avoided things like holiday decorations, making favorite dishes and even certain people during this holiday season.
Things are different now. I'm blessed to have family and friends who encouraged me each year to do as much as I felt comfortable with during the holiday season. This year I'm happy to say that I finally put up a Christmas tree and hung decorations. Grief didn't immobilize me for days on end because I took solace in the fact that my loved ones would want to see me enjoying my life, not avoiding it. I admit I cried a couple times and will probably cry some more before New Year's Day. But they're tears of precious memories which often bring joy.
I looked up at the sky again, closed my eyes and prayed for those holding the hand of a loved one lying sick in a hospital bed hoping for a miracle. I also prayed for the souls of the ones who left home and died today. My heart goes out to those who mourn that special person who's not there to make their signature holiday dish or tell the same joke one more time.
I hope the ones who are hurting find peace soon. Just take a deep breath and look at the beautiful stillness of a starry, starry sky. Hold tightly to faith's unchanging hand whenever you feel weak.
Marcie Eanes is a published poet whose book entitled Sensual Sounds is available at http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
To Much Is Given, Much Is Expected
I wasn't raised to rest on my success. Growing up with parents who expected much, I always know there's always something else to do. Since publishing Sensual Sounds last year, I've been hard at work.
I love the title of my next project, Passion's Embrace. The cover, which I can't wait to share with everyone,is a painting I fell in love with years ago by a very talented artist, Wendy Washington Quarker. That cover sits alongside the original picture used for Sensual Sounds. Both are beautiful reminders to not rest on one's laurels.
The content is another story. After talks with writers and friends, my plan was to use work which didn't make it into Sensual Sounds. Some are signature poems performed on various stages around the country. I've spent countless hours writing and getting feedback on new pieces since completing the manuscript for Sensual Sounds a couple of years ago.
But a funny thing happened within the last 24 hours. First, I finally found an essay I wrote for Seventeen magazine in August, 1982. Entitled "How I Became the 'New' Marcie", I talked about how I lost 128 lbs. during my senior year in high school.
My niece, Marlena, asked to see the article two months ago. I hadn't seen it since moving from Los Angeles nearly three years ago and feared I accidently threw it out. But there it was, along with other clippings from my days as a newspaper reporter at the Grand Rapids Press, Racine Journal Times along with those from Essence magazine.
Re-reading my first piece brought back so many memories. I was a journalism sophmore at Marquette University when I sold this piece to Seventeen. This was my first attempt at freelance writing.
As if this walk down memory lane wasn't enough, my dear friend Antonio, called just as I finished reading the last word of what 20 year-old Marcie had written about herself. Giddy with excitement about finding these gems, I told him about my discovery. We laughed before he thoughtfully mentioned how writing from my heart is such an important gift in this day and time. He added my next project should reflect hope.
So what does this have to do with Passion's Embrace? Stay tuned. As I said to Antonio, I'm mulling over everything he said to me. Essays, poetry, both? Don't know. But rest assured, I'm not going to waste my talent. Or sit still.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www.barnesandnoble.com/ and http://www.amazon.com/
I love the title of my next project, Passion's Embrace. The cover, which I can't wait to share with everyone,is a painting I fell in love with years ago by a very talented artist, Wendy Washington Quarker. That cover sits alongside the original picture used for Sensual Sounds. Both are beautiful reminders to not rest on one's laurels.
The content is another story. After talks with writers and friends, my plan was to use work which didn't make it into Sensual Sounds. Some are signature poems performed on various stages around the country. I've spent countless hours writing and getting feedback on new pieces since completing the manuscript for Sensual Sounds a couple of years ago.
But a funny thing happened within the last 24 hours. First, I finally found an essay I wrote for Seventeen magazine in August, 1982. Entitled "How I Became the 'New' Marcie", I talked about how I lost 128 lbs. during my senior year in high school.
My niece, Marlena, asked to see the article two months ago. I hadn't seen it since moving from Los Angeles nearly three years ago and feared I accidently threw it out. But there it was, along with other clippings from my days as a newspaper reporter at the Grand Rapids Press, Racine Journal Times along with those from Essence magazine.
Re-reading my first piece brought back so many memories. I was a journalism sophmore at Marquette University when I sold this piece to Seventeen. This was my first attempt at freelance writing.
As if this walk down memory lane wasn't enough, my dear friend Antonio, called just as I finished reading the last word of what 20 year-old Marcie had written about herself. Giddy with excitement about finding these gems, I told him about my discovery. We laughed before he thoughtfully mentioned how writing from my heart is such an important gift in this day and time. He added my next project should reflect hope.
So what does this have to do with Passion's Embrace? Stay tuned. As I said to Antonio, I'm mulling over everything he said to me. Essays, poetry, both? Don't know. But rest assured, I'm not going to waste my talent. Or sit still.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www.barnesandnoble.com/ and http://www.amazon.com/
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Happy Holidays! Take Care!
I find myself watching so many people struggling as the holiday season kicks into high gear. Some are facing serious financial difficulties. Or seeing relatives cause more stress than joy. Those happy holiday families depicted in movies bring more pressure to pretend that all's well when it isn't.
There's no easy answers. But the best ones come when you tell yourself the truth. Admit to loved ones that all those gifts are draining you dry. Your confession might be the one needed to bring about different traditions like gift grabs or give homemade gifts.
The same holds true for family. What's the point of going to these get-togethers when all it does is leave you stressed out and frazzled? Or enduring endless questions of why you're single. The time to devise a sane, coping strategy is now. Maybe it's time to cut back on the number of hours spent together. If you're single, begin your own traditions with a mix of old and new.
The same holds true with those grieving. Allow yourself to do as much as you're mentally able to handle. It's okay to cry while remembering that missing loved one. For example, if decoring the house is too overwhelming, find another way to celebrate like listening to favorite music. Try not to isolate yourself. Doing so could lead to deeper depression.
Celebrate where you are right now. There's so many experiences waiting to be enjoyed once you let go of holiday perfection. Treat yourself tenderly and lovingly every day during the holiday season. The lightness might be contageous.
There's no easy answers. But the best ones come when you tell yourself the truth. Admit to loved ones that all those gifts are draining you dry. Your confession might be the one needed to bring about different traditions like gift grabs or give homemade gifts.
The same holds true for family. What's the point of going to these get-togethers when all it does is leave you stressed out and frazzled? Or enduring endless questions of why you're single. The time to devise a sane, coping strategy is now. Maybe it's time to cut back on the number of hours spent together. If you're single, begin your own traditions with a mix of old and new.
The same holds true with those grieving. Allow yourself to do as much as you're mentally able to handle. It's okay to cry while remembering that missing loved one. For example, if decoring the house is too overwhelming, find another way to celebrate like listening to favorite music. Try not to isolate yourself. Doing so could lead to deeper depression.
Celebrate where you are right now. There's so many experiences waiting to be enjoyed once you let go of holiday perfection. Treat yourself tenderly and lovingly every day during the holiday season. The lightness might be contageous.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Everyday Thanksgiving
It's so easy to emphasize one day as the only one to give thanks. But what if you took those principles and applied them daily?
Something to think about as you enjoy time relaxing over the holiday weekend. I know I am as I give thanks for all that I have and treasuring simple things.
I also remember those who face challenges I can't even imagine. For those who have lost hope, may they be blessed to rediscover vibrant living again. Protect those in war-torn countries. And for those drawing their last breath as I write this, may peace be theirs soon.
Now that I've done my reflecting, back to the laughter and visiting with people I've waited all year to talk with.
Marcie Eanes is the author of Sensual Sounds: A Collection. Available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Something to think about as you enjoy time relaxing over the holiday weekend. I know I am as I give thanks for all that I have and treasuring simple things.
I also remember those who face challenges I can't even imagine. For those who have lost hope, may they be blessed to rediscover vibrant living again. Protect those in war-torn countries. And for those drawing their last breath as I write this, may peace be theirs soon.
Now that I've done my reflecting, back to the laughter and visiting with people I've waited all year to talk with.
Marcie Eanes is the author of Sensual Sounds: A Collection. Available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Gettting to Happy
Now is as good a time as any to face limited thinking in the cold harsh light of day. The year's coming to a close so what has it meant for you? Do you really want to bring more baggage on top of the stuff you've been carting around for years? Or finally lighten the load?
I'm im the process of eleminating people, activities, and everything else which keeps me locked in fear. The world throws out enough negativity in areas too numerous to mention. It's up to me to carve out productive areas by engaging in things which bring me joy. Exercising and not overeating are also important. Music soothes my jangled nerves or perks up my spirits. So does a good laugh.
Every day I meditate by lighting a candle and saying a prayer after reading a inspirational lesson. I'm getting better at journaling which is helping me unload my baggage. Journaling is something I've done since my birthday in April. My sisterfriend, Val, sent me a beautifully-bound, lined journal as a birthday gift. It gathered dust on my table/desk until October.
Antonio, another friend, talked to me about how I tend to keep too much bottled up inside and suggested I write about my fears for about ten minutes. At first I just rolled my eyes. However, God must've been thumping me in the head, because yet another friend said nearly the same thing. This time I stopped procrastinating. Now my spririt's beginning to feel much lighter. Or to borrow the title from Terry McMillan's book, I'm getting to happy. Time's on my side, so look out.
Marcie Eanes is the author of Sensual Sounds which is available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www:barnesandnoble.com/
I'm im the process of eleminating people, activities, and everything else which keeps me locked in fear. The world throws out enough negativity in areas too numerous to mention. It's up to me to carve out productive areas by engaging in things which bring me joy. Exercising and not overeating are also important. Music soothes my jangled nerves or perks up my spirits. So does a good laugh.
Every day I meditate by lighting a candle and saying a prayer after reading a inspirational lesson. I'm getting better at journaling which is helping me unload my baggage. Journaling is something I've done since my birthday in April. My sisterfriend, Val, sent me a beautifully-bound, lined journal as a birthday gift. It gathered dust on my table/desk until October.
Antonio, another friend, talked to me about how I tend to keep too much bottled up inside and suggested I write about my fears for about ten minutes. At first I just rolled my eyes. However, God must've been thumping me in the head, because yet another friend said nearly the same thing. This time I stopped procrastinating. Now my spririt's beginning to feel much lighter. Or to borrow the title from Terry McMillan's book, I'm getting to happy. Time's on my side, so look out.
Marcie Eanes is the author of Sensual Sounds which is available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www:barnesandnoble.com/
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Fan Mail
I love my fan mail. Nothing brightens my day quicker than opening a note and reading what's new with someone.
If you read last week's blog, you know I've been in a much physical pain. Doesn't help when a friend's insensitive comment implies that the hours I spend writing and promoting Sensual Sounds is wasted because it doesn't provide steady income. Nevermind the sales made through Facebook, amazon or barnesandnoble.com.
But the biggest grins crossed my face whenever someone takes time out of their day to tell me how my words affect them. My college friend, Myra, sent me a great note along with money to purchase Sensual Sounds. The other letter was from my friend's 13 year-old daughter, Elena, from California. She filled me in on life in middle school before asking me when was I going to finish my next book. Elena says my writing is interesting.
Some may think she's too young have such insight, but her mom, Lissett, has 'Caregiver's Prayer' and several works hanging in frames around their home. I even wrote a special poem to honor Elena's birth. And I wrote another piece just for her when I moved from Los Angeles to Racine nearly three years ago.
So I'm going back to work on another book, Ms. Elena. And when I'm done, you'll be the first to know. Thanks all those who take time to drop a note. They brighten my day in untold ways.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www:amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
If you read last week's blog, you know I've been in a much physical pain. Doesn't help when a friend's insensitive comment implies that the hours I spend writing and promoting Sensual Sounds is wasted because it doesn't provide steady income. Nevermind the sales made through Facebook, amazon or barnesandnoble.com.
But the biggest grins crossed my face whenever someone takes time out of their day to tell me how my words affect them. My college friend, Myra, sent me a great note along with money to purchase Sensual Sounds. The other letter was from my friend's 13 year-old daughter, Elena, from California. She filled me in on life in middle school before asking me when was I going to finish my next book. Elena says my writing is interesting.
Some may think she's too young have such insight, but her mom, Lissett, has 'Caregiver's Prayer' and several works hanging in frames around their home. I even wrote a special poem to honor Elena's birth. And I wrote another piece just for her when I moved from Los Angeles to Racine nearly three years ago.
So I'm going back to work on another book, Ms. Elena. And when I'm done, you'll be the first to know. Thanks all those who take time to drop a note. They brighten my day in untold ways.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www:amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Daily Grace
"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound"....This week has been a long one. From knocking down obstacles to cast my vote Tuesday to dealing with unplanned expenses, there was endless opportunities to whine about the way each day was going.
The topper is being in physical pain from residual injuries sustained in a car accident when I was 23 years old and a newly minted college graduate. I hate when the weather turns cold and my body hurts so badly that even the simple act of waking up is the best I can manage to do.
After nearly 30 years of being in constant pain, it's still a struggle not to hold pity parties for myself. What keeps me sane is knowing that many people are praying for me, especially on the days I find it difficult to pray on my own.
My gift of writing is another way to cope. There have been periods where I didn't write a single word. But I'm blessed to have so many cheerleaders. My doctors are so excited whenever I tell them of my adventures with Sensual Sounds. We go over minute details of what I've been doing. Some questions are to make sure I'm not overtaxing myself. Other comment are to remind me not to take these opportunities for granted.
So much more helps me live with constant pain. Meditation, music and reminders to cut myself some slack are elixirs which save me from the edge. I also work through pain with daily exercise. Stretching and massages are the best. So are good-old fashioned belly laughs. Even sitting and praying for others works too. Still working on crying, though. Another day I'll break down. But not today. Thank God for Amazing Grace.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
The topper is being in physical pain from residual injuries sustained in a car accident when I was 23 years old and a newly minted college graduate. I hate when the weather turns cold and my body hurts so badly that even the simple act of waking up is the best I can manage to do.
After nearly 30 years of being in constant pain, it's still a struggle not to hold pity parties for myself. What keeps me sane is knowing that many people are praying for me, especially on the days I find it difficult to pray on my own.
My gift of writing is another way to cope. There have been periods where I didn't write a single word. But I'm blessed to have so many cheerleaders. My doctors are so excited whenever I tell them of my adventures with Sensual Sounds. We go over minute details of what I've been doing. Some questions are to make sure I'm not overtaxing myself. Other comment are to remind me not to take these opportunities for granted.
So much more helps me live with constant pain. Meditation, music and reminders to cut myself some slack are elixirs which save me from the edge. I also work through pain with daily exercise. Stretching and massages are the best. So are good-old fashioned belly laughs. Even sitting and praying for others works too. Still working on crying, though. Another day I'll break down. But not today. Thank God for Amazing Grace.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Dorothy Loved Bennie
"Dorothy loved Bennie" This is the first line of my poem "Dorothy's Loves", found in my poetry book, Sensual Sounds. Dorothy and Bennie Eanes were my parents. Long before love among African-Americans became the subject of various blogs, talks shows, articles, etc., I witnessed it firsthand for 25 years.
My parents were my first role models of what family, love and respect were within a family structure. Mom and Dad married after a whirlwind, four-month courtship. She was 24 and he 21. I was born the following year. Three sons were born in 11 years.
Everyone who knew my parents always remember little things, like rarely seeing one without the other. Or how my mother was more outgoing, while Dad was more reserved. But there was never a question of how much they loved and supported each other. Mom graduated from college in six years after giving birth to two babies along the way. Dad realized his dream of owning real estate. Both stressed their accomplishments were family achievements. So much more fills my heart as I write this. Like Dad reading bedtime stories or Mom's love of cooking. They weren't perfect. But seeing love and marriage in its many forms is a gift I'll forever cherish.
October 28 is my parents' wedding anniversary. How I long to send a card, take them to dinner or spend the day with them. But Dad was 45 and Mom 51 when death united the newlyweds. Being part of the inspiration for Sensual Sounds is a part of the legacy I have from Bennie and Dorothy. So I'll light a candle, say a prayer and thank God for my memories.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://barnesandnoble.com and http://www.amazon.com.
My parents were my first role models of what family, love and respect were within a family structure. Mom and Dad married after a whirlwind, four-month courtship. She was 24 and he 21. I was born the following year. Three sons were born in 11 years.
Everyone who knew my parents always remember little things, like rarely seeing one without the other. Or how my mother was more outgoing, while Dad was more reserved. But there was never a question of how much they loved and supported each other. Mom graduated from college in six years after giving birth to two babies along the way. Dad realized his dream of owning real estate. Both stressed their accomplishments were family achievements. So much more fills my heart as I write this. Like Dad reading bedtime stories or Mom's love of cooking. They weren't perfect. But seeing love and marriage in its many forms is a gift I'll forever cherish.
October 28 is my parents' wedding anniversary. How I long to send a card, take them to dinner or spend the day with them. But Dad was 45 and Mom 51 when death united the newlyweds. Being part of the inspiration for Sensual Sounds is a part of the legacy I have from Bennie and Dorothy. So I'll light a candle, say a prayer and thank God for my memories.
Sensual Sounds is available on http://barnesandnoble.com and http://www.amazon.com.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Flying Without A Net
"Faith is the sunstance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen." That Bible verse has kept me afloat many days. It could also be the theme of my Sensual Sounds book tour to the Philadelphia/ New York area a few weeks ago. If you read my last blog, I traveled on the prayers of those warriors who reminded me that being an author isn't all about the money. They were right. I borrowed my way to the East coast. It didn't do much for my self-esteem to ask for money to make this trip. The stress of figuring out how to pay everyone back is something I'm wrestling with as I write this. But the riches I received are immeasurable. I felt blessed when my friends and me joyously greeted one another. It was so much fun to surprise my friend Patrick when Amy and me traveled to Native Restaurant in Harlem to support him as the host of Kariokee Night. Antonio, a friend I hadn't seen since childhood, made me feel safe the minute he hugged me. I felt so welcomed in his home during the time we spent together. My greatest pleasure, however, was sharing Sensual Sounds with those who stopped by my table at Horizon Books. My goal was to sell all the books I had in my bag which would've helped me pay off those loans. God had other plans. I sold only one book. But the intimate connection I felt in reading my words to strangers literally stood next to hear me read my poems is the reason why I can't waste my gift. I choked with emotion when an elderly Jewish man, who was moved to tears by one of my poems, told me stories of how helpless he felt when witnessing the indignities his African-American friends endured in during segregation. I also received much encouragement from those who couldn't afford to buy a book that day. Yes, I came home with less money than planned. But money doesn't buy everything. The intangible gifts I received from this trip has given me the strength to keep me walking in faith, not sight.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Breath In, Breath Out
Onward to Philly for my Sensual Sounds booksigning! My bags are nearly packed, my ticket's bought and paid for. All the details regarding my appearance at Horizon Books on Saturday, October 9 are coming along well. I'm there from 12-3.
This is my first time doing an extended signing, but as my friends often remind me, I'm always up for an adventure. But I'd also like to take time out to thank the prayer warriors who are keeping me encouraged. Some of you know I've had some unexpected challenges which threatened to derail this trip.
I'm sure many authors and others who travel to share their talents know the road isn't always smooth. So many issues can potentially cause severe doubts in one's calling to share their gifts. I've found myself in this boat many times. But as long as I remember that writing is a gift I've shared in good as well as lean times, then I'm okay.
One, two, three...I'm breathing in the joy the poems in Sensual Sounds have brought to countless people, some whom I've never met. This knowledge keeps me striving for better far more than I can ever express. Hold. Exhale all the negatives. In, out, in... All the while remembering one of the greatest tragedies in life is wasting one's talents.
Sensual Sounds is available on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. For more information regarding my writing journey, please visit Marcie Eanes-Poetry on Facebook.
This is my first time doing an extended signing, but as my friends often remind me, I'm always up for an adventure. But I'd also like to take time out to thank the prayer warriors who are keeping me encouraged. Some of you know I've had some unexpected challenges which threatened to derail this trip.
I'm sure many authors and others who travel to share their talents know the road isn't always smooth. So many issues can potentially cause severe doubts in one's calling to share their gifts. I've found myself in this boat many times. But as long as I remember that writing is a gift I've shared in good as well as lean times, then I'm okay.
One, two, three...I'm breathing in the joy the poems in Sensual Sounds have brought to countless people, some whom I've never met. This knowledge keeps me striving for better far more than I can ever express. Hold. Exhale all the negatives. In, out, in... All the while remembering one of the greatest tragedies in life is wasting one's talents.
Sensual Sounds is available on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. For more information regarding my writing journey, please visit Marcie Eanes-Poetry on Facebook.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
My Adventures with Sensual Sounds
I know it's been ages since my last post, but I'm having a great time promoting my poetry book, Sensual Sounds. My travels have taken me to Los Angeles for signings at the AC Bilbrew Library and the LA Black Book Expo in August. Also did some private readings this summer. Wonderful experience.
Now I'm getting ready to come to the Philadelphia-New York area next month. I'm excitedly looking forward to sharing Sensual Sounds with the East Coast. I'm so thankful to all those working hard to make my appearances a success. No one can do it all by themselves.
Once again, thanks to all who purchased Sensual Sounds which is available on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. Thanks to all who've read rough drafts, sat in audiences, and cheered me on along the way. May you have techinicolor dreams too. Gotta go! Sensual Sounds is calling...
Now I'm getting ready to come to the Philadelphia-New York area next month. I'm excitedly looking forward to sharing Sensual Sounds with the East Coast. I'm so thankful to all those working hard to make my appearances a success. No one can do it all by themselves.
Once again, thanks to all who purchased Sensual Sounds which is available on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. Thanks to all who've read rough drafts, sat in audiences, and cheered me on along the way. May you have techinicolor dreams too. Gotta go! Sensual Sounds is calling...
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Legacy's Challenge
Style, grace and beauty. Three distinct words which capture both Lena Horne and Dorothy Height. Their lives serve as shining examples of feminine power
in a time where African-Amercan women were expected to be subservient mutes.
As I read the obituaries of Horne and Height, I remember my parents talking to me at great length about both women and their activities in the struggle for Civil Rights in the 1960's. I marveled at their determination to make this country better alongside the male leaders. I went to school each day thinking I could do anything regardless of my race and sex.
As an adult,I aspire to leave an enduring legacy for future generations beginning with my own family. All I have to do is close my eyes and remember the names of those who walked in my shoes before before was before.
What's your legacy going to be? Are you living up to your potential? Do you encourage others with words, actions, deeds? People are watching and waiting...
in a time where African-Amercan women were expected to be subservient mutes.
As I read the obituaries of Horne and Height, I remember my parents talking to me at great length about both women and their activities in the struggle for Civil Rights in the 1960's. I marveled at their determination to make this country better alongside the male leaders. I went to school each day thinking I could do anything regardless of my race and sex.
As an adult,I aspire to leave an enduring legacy for future generations beginning with my own family. All I have to do is close my eyes and remember the names of those who walked in my shoes before before was before.
What's your legacy going to be? Are you living up to your potential? Do you encourage others with words, actions, deeds? People are watching and waiting...
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
April's Flowers and Showers
It's been a whirlwind of emotions since I last wrote something for this blog. Ideas have been swirling, but only now have I had a moment to try catching them.
My birthday celebration aka season began in earnest on April 11. I'm grateful to all who made it special now and whenever I travel to see others over the summer.
The offical celebration of my poetry book, "Sensual Sounds" at the Racine Library was an excellent day. Seeing family and friends enjoy the words I worked hard to breathe life into, is still hard to put into words. I feel so blessed as I begin the journey of sharing "Sensual Sounds" in both expected and unexpected ways.
But the rush to share my latest accomplishments diminshed by one. My beloved cousin, Bill West, died of cancer April 3. The private pain I always struggle with is that of seeing the twinkle of happiness in my parents's eyes. They were the first to hold my school diplomas, published articles and so many other honors.
My cousin Bill was always a part of these joyous celebrations since my birth. He, too, had that proud twinkle elders give the young. For example, when my father made the decision to drive from my small hometown of Racine to big New York City the year I interned at 'Essence' magazine, Bill not only loaned his van, but came along for the trip. The memories I have of that drive, along with who cried the most when it was time Dad and Bill to leave, are priceless.
Bill's role in my life and that of my two brothers became larger after both my parents died The one thing he was determined to do was see us suceed. He celebrated our accomplishments, but the question of what's next was always there as it was when my parents were alive.
Saying goodbye to Bill has only just begun. The angels received another good man when Bill took his last breath on earth.I still find myself wanting to rush and show him "Sensual Sounds". But I hear his voice whispering "What's next, Marcie?"
My birthday celebration aka season began in earnest on April 11. I'm grateful to all who made it special now and whenever I travel to see others over the summer.
The offical celebration of my poetry book, "Sensual Sounds" at the Racine Library was an excellent day. Seeing family and friends enjoy the words I worked hard to breathe life into, is still hard to put into words. I feel so blessed as I begin the journey of sharing "Sensual Sounds" in both expected and unexpected ways.
But the rush to share my latest accomplishments diminshed by one. My beloved cousin, Bill West, died of cancer April 3. The private pain I always struggle with is that of seeing the twinkle of happiness in my parents's eyes. They were the first to hold my school diplomas, published articles and so many other honors.
My cousin Bill was always a part of these joyous celebrations since my birth. He, too, had that proud twinkle elders give the young. For example, when my father made the decision to drive from my small hometown of Racine to big New York City the year I interned at 'Essence' magazine, Bill not only loaned his van, but came along for the trip. The memories I have of that drive, along with who cried the most when it was time Dad and Bill to leave, are priceless.
Bill's role in my life and that of my two brothers became larger after both my parents died The one thing he was determined to do was see us suceed. He celebrated our accomplishments, but the question of what's next was always there as it was when my parents were alive.
Saying goodbye to Bill has only just begun. The angels received another good man when Bill took his last breath on earth.I still find myself wanting to rush and show him "Sensual Sounds". But I hear his voice whispering "What's next, Marcie?"
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Spring!
It's Spring! No more 50 layers of heavy clothing just to walk to the end of the driveway to get the mail. Goodbye to gray days without sun. The only fluffy white stuff now lives in a box of instant mashed potatoes. Yay!
I have my own rituals for bidding a fond adeu to winterfest. One is drinking as many Shamrock shakes from McDonald's before St. Patrick's Day. My dad got me hooked on marking seasons with shakes as a kid. So in his honor I've kept the tradition. That first hit of mint in my mouth gives me more courage to face the rest of winter than any old groundhog shadow ever does. I get the same spring tingle with Girl Scout cookies. Snow, snow go away for good.
Another ritual is dedicating myself to daily exercise sessions. No more slacking or excuses. Hey, after shakes and cookies, I've got to move around. Don't want those 50 layers to turn into 50 lbs. Besides, I need room for the smelts I love so much. People from Wisconsin know what I'm talking about. Smelts are tiny little fish ranging from about five-seven inches long. They look like fish shaped french fries only a bit wider and seem to be found in March like the NCAA basketball tournament. So hup, two, three puff, puff lets me enjoy these delecacies with a clear conscience.
How can I forget the final one of oversleeping the first day of daylight savings time? Every year I try tricking my body into adjusting to the time change by going to bed a little earlier a week or two before we hop into spring. By the time, that Saturday night time switches, I feel ready. But I always oversleep and spend the first week feeling behind the eight ball. Oh well. It's Spring!
So let me be among the first to say "Happy Spring". Revel in the newness of nature coming into all its beautiful glory. And for those snow lovers who never think we have enough,I pray next year doesn't grant your wish.
I have my own rituals for bidding a fond adeu to winterfest. One is drinking as many Shamrock shakes from McDonald's before St. Patrick's Day. My dad got me hooked on marking seasons with shakes as a kid. So in his honor I've kept the tradition. That first hit of mint in my mouth gives me more courage to face the rest of winter than any old groundhog shadow ever does. I get the same spring tingle with Girl Scout cookies. Snow, snow go away for good.
Another ritual is dedicating myself to daily exercise sessions. No more slacking or excuses. Hey, after shakes and cookies, I've got to move around. Don't want those 50 layers to turn into 50 lbs. Besides, I need room for the smelts I love so much. People from Wisconsin know what I'm talking about. Smelts are tiny little fish ranging from about five-seven inches long. They look like fish shaped french fries only a bit wider and seem to be found in March like the NCAA basketball tournament. So hup, two, three puff, puff lets me enjoy these delecacies with a clear conscience.
How can I forget the final one of oversleeping the first day of daylight savings time? Every year I try tricking my body into adjusting to the time change by going to bed a little earlier a week or two before we hop into spring. By the time, that Saturday night time switches, I feel ready. But I always oversleep and spend the first week feeling behind the eight ball. Oh well. It's Spring!
So let me be among the first to say "Happy Spring". Revel in the newness of nature coming into all its beautiful glory. And for those snow lovers who never think we have enough,I pray next year doesn't grant your wish.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Cupid's Holiday
Happy Valentine's Day! Say it to most people and they immediately think of couples. Ads, movies and even well-meaning people all suggest you're a misfit if you don't have a mate. But I have a different take on this holiday.
My father was the first to show me what Valentine's Day was all about. A quiet man, Valentine's Day was his time to show how much he loved both my mother and me. Every year Daddy bought two huge boxes of chocolates from Melli's, the finest candy store in Racine. He topped it off by taking time to pick out the best cards expressing his deepest feelings for the two special women in his life.
Like cupid, he'd sneak out of the house early in the morning. When he returned, Daddy then gathered my mom, three brothers and myself together to give us our gifts. My mother and I would take turns admiring the cards before opening the candy boxes. We savored our first pieces of chocolate because we knew we'd share the rest until every piece was gone.
Even when I went away to college, he made the 45 minute drive to campus to give me my Valentine's gifts if I didn't come home. My Daddy faithfully kept this day special until his death.
Time is still healing my heart years later, but the gifts my dad gave me are immeasurable. I can honestly say love is so much more than romantic notions portrayed by the media. And I also take time to do something special for myself. Most importantly, I celebrate with all my loved ones regardless of sex. Love you always Daddy. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
My father was the first to show me what Valentine's Day was all about. A quiet man, Valentine's Day was his time to show how much he loved both my mother and me. Every year Daddy bought two huge boxes of chocolates from Melli's, the finest candy store in Racine. He topped it off by taking time to pick out the best cards expressing his deepest feelings for the two special women in his life.
Like cupid, he'd sneak out of the house early in the morning. When he returned, Daddy then gathered my mom, three brothers and myself together to give us our gifts. My mother and I would take turns admiring the cards before opening the candy boxes. We savored our first pieces of chocolate because we knew we'd share the rest until every piece was gone.
Even when I went away to college, he made the 45 minute drive to campus to give me my Valentine's gifts if I didn't come home. My Daddy faithfully kept this day special until his death.
Time is still healing my heart years later, but the gifts my dad gave me are immeasurable. I can honestly say love is so much more than romantic notions portrayed by the media. And I also take time to do something special for myself. Most importantly, I celebrate with all my loved ones regardless of sex. Love you always Daddy. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The journey of "Sensual Sounds"
I've written much as a poet and independent journalist over the years. I've also worked as a copyeditor for various publications. But nothing beats the indescribable thrill of seeing my name on my first poetry book, "Sensual Sounds".
This labor of love began as a suggestion from friends. I had sold many poems in various forms, but everyone wanted to purchase them in book form. I was terrified. It was already nerve-wracking enough to write and perform poetry. But never being one to back off easily, I accepted this challenge. And "Sensual Sounds" represents plenty of them.
First was the physical writing of the manuscript. Up until last August, I didn't own a computer. I wrote out everything by hand before giving completed works to various typists. I was fortunate enough to find good ones over the years. Their advice, suggestions and labors kept me focused on my goal.
My investigative skills as a reporter came in handy. But all the research in the world didn't prepare me for things like a company which did nothing with the completed manuscript for over two years. Or a typist who had original poems and simply disappeared, leaving me without a completed manuscript. Thank God my pack-rat tendancies helped me piece together the book again. Still another went out of business shortly before I signed with them. At other times it seemed like I'd never get this done, but something inside kept me going after drying my tears yet again.
Everything finally came together within the last six months while working with my publicist/copyeditor, Amy Simmons. Now, "Sensual Sounds", published by IUniverse, is finally completed after nearly eight long years of waiting. I enjoy hearty chuckles when I click onto amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com to make sure I'm not dreaming.
Those who know me intimately sometimes call me impatient or stubborn. I found out both served me well during these trials. Thank God for giving me strength to fight for "Sensual Sounds".
This labor of love began as a suggestion from friends. I had sold many poems in various forms, but everyone wanted to purchase them in book form. I was terrified. It was already nerve-wracking enough to write and perform poetry. But never being one to back off easily, I accepted this challenge. And "Sensual Sounds" represents plenty of them.
First was the physical writing of the manuscript. Up until last August, I didn't own a computer. I wrote out everything by hand before giving completed works to various typists. I was fortunate enough to find good ones over the years. Their advice, suggestions and labors kept me focused on my goal.
My investigative skills as a reporter came in handy. But all the research in the world didn't prepare me for things like a company which did nothing with the completed manuscript for over two years. Or a typist who had original poems and simply disappeared, leaving me without a completed manuscript. Thank God my pack-rat tendancies helped me piece together the book again. Still another went out of business shortly before I signed with them. At other times it seemed like I'd never get this done, but something inside kept me going after drying my tears yet again.
Everything finally came together within the last six months while working with my publicist/copyeditor, Amy Simmons. Now, "Sensual Sounds", published by IUniverse, is finally completed after nearly eight long years of waiting. I enjoy hearty chuckles when I click onto amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com to make sure I'm not dreaming.
Those who know me intimately sometimes call me impatient or stubborn. I found out both served me well during these trials. Thank God for giving me strength to fight for "Sensual Sounds".
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