marcie's musings

Texas Birthday Celebration

2011-04-04T22:28:00.000-07:00

"Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it." Langston Hughes

When my sisterfriend, Val, posted this quote on Facebook the other day, I'd just finished holding my breath after checking my bank balance. Many of you know by now that I'm traveling to Austin, Texas to take part in the Austin International Poetry Festival. One of my poems, Quiet Feminity, was selected to be included in the Festival's 'Di-verse-city' anthology. Poets from around the United States along with those from Africa, India and Austrailia will read at venues throughout the city from April 7-10.

This will be my second time at this amazing celebration in honor of National Poetry Month. However,money and bills zap all those happy feelings in an instant. But I'm glad my deceased mom's legacy of faith in God is only a memory away. All I do is close my eyes, breathe deeply and pray. I can almost hear her rich voice singing gospel songs like 'The Blood' or 'God Will Take Care Of You.' Cards, calls and all the notes of support have kept me going too. So have those who have pitched in to help.

So for the next week, I plan on laughing, mingling and enjoying this unexpected blessing. I recently read the greatest misery Jonah suffered was ignoring the special gifts God gave him. Once Jonah decided to follow his dreams, his life was enriched in ways he couldn't imagine.

I intimately relate to that theory. My friends often tease me about books being scattered all over my workspace and my ineptitude with tech gadgets. However, the laughs stop whenever they read my latest writings. My birthday's next Monday. What a way to celebrate.

Honoring Daddy

2011-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:00

My father, Bennie Eanes, died February 23, 1987. Each year I never know where my emotions will take me when that date comes around. Some years I want to cry, stay underneath the covers and shut down. Other years I'm truly his daughter, working hard at my passions like he did.

This year, I marked his passing by giving thanks for having such good memories of what a father, daddy, husband and man is. Then I ate one of his favorites foods, peanut M&M's.

Miss you, Daddy! I'm going back to my writing projects now. Think you'd approve. Also know you'd find something to tease me about if you were here right now. Love you, too.

Eanes's Superbowl

2011-02-07T17:32:00.001-08:00

The Green Bay Packers won the Superbowl! I'm not a Packers fan. I love both the Chicago Bears and Pittsburg Steelers. After watching the Steelers lose yesterday's epic battle, I should be hurting. Instead, I'm excited as the Packer fans all around me about the small part my family played in Superbowl 2011 in Arlington,Texas.

My brother, Eric, was a security guard for the big game. It was a very long day begining before sunrise with company security checks. They were then bussed to Cowboy Stadium. After being given his assignment, the day we as fans saw began.

Eric saw the many monents not reported in the press. Like how Christina Aguilera intensely practiced "The Star-Spangled Banner" only to flub the lyrics while singing it live. Or how people turned into threating bullies in the blink of an eye when the checkpoints didn't move according to their liking. Security was also that unseen line behind the dancers on the field during the halftime show.

It was many hours later by the time he was briefed on post-game security. Aching muscles and fatigue was beginning to creep into every muscle. But Eric felt like a kid again when he saw that emerald field of dreams covered with piles of confetti.

Yes, he was still guarding Aaron Rodgers, Clay Matthews and so many other players too numerous to name, but for a former high school football player, this was a dream come true. Everyone who knows my brother is so proud of him. Way to go, Eric!

Ready, Set, Go

2011-01-31T19:37:00.000-08:00

Quick! When was the last time you shut off all electronic appliances, unplugged the phone and spent time alone? What would happen if you said the word 'no' for a day?

I did just that last weekend. My plans were to share Sensual Sounds at a poetry marathon and work on another writing project. But an unexpected phone call from my brother, Eric, telling me that my nephew, Trey, had been knocked unconscious in a freak accident at school changed everything.

After several hours of waiting helplessly by the phone, Eric phoned again to tell me that Trey was okay. I, on the hand, was so drained of energy that all I could do was go to bed. The next two days I took the advice of my recent devotional lesson. I was gentle with myself.

It felt great to be fully present when I did my yoga poses instead of rushing them because I wasn't concentrating. I watched movies, stayed in my pajamas and laughed myself silly. My answering machine did a very good job of screening my calls. It felt good to go to bed early and sleep late. I did have trouble not being on the computer, but I gave myself a ten-minute limit.

My retreat weekend worked. After three days of complete rest, I'm ready to go. My batteries are recharged. Time for work. Ready, set, go!

Marcie Eanes is the author of the poetry book Sensual Sounds: A Collection.
Available on http://www.amazon.com/ and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/

Ephiphany

2011-01-06T20:53:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! I'm writing this blog entry with more joy in my heart than I ever thought possible two short weeks ago. No, I'm not the mystery winner of that big lottery jackpot winner from Idaho everyone's waiting to meet. Nor did Santa leave lots of material goodies underneath my Christmas tree.

The surprises I was blessed with left me speechless much of the time. One was that of hearing the voice of a special friend who kept me focused on the present when memories of the past threatened to get the better of me. Just hearing his voice reminded me that my past doesn't determine my future.

Oh what fun it was to taste my nephew Alex's carrot cupcakes at Christmas Dinner. The wonderous portrait my niece, Marlena, drew of my parents took my breath away. I've cried many nights because my mother and father have missed family times like these. But Marlena captured their likenesses perfectly. They would be so proud of her as well as all their grandchildren.

It was great spending time with friends and laughing over silly things while enjoying special treats. Yeah, January means diet, but it was worth it to have a Kewpie burger with the works for breakfast and Infusino's pizza for dinner. Yum!

The beginning days of 2011 has brought copyediting work, which is something I haven't done in three years. I'm thankful these longtime clients remembered me again. I'm also thankful to all those who purchased Sensual Sounds and became fans both on Facebook and the barnesandnobles website. I'm hard at work on several other projects I can't wait to share in the coming months.

I hope your 2011's a joyous one too, especially if it's gotten off to a rough start. There's plenty of time for a happy new year. Hang in there.

Marcie Eanes is the author of Sensual Sounds, A Collection. Available on http://www.barnesandnoble.com/ and http://www.amazon.com/

Starry, Starry Hope

2010-12-22T22:03:00.000-08:00

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/

To Much Is Given, Much Is Expected

2010-12-09T20:41:00.000-08:00

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/

Happy Holidays! Take Care!

2010-12-02T20:19:00.000-08:00

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.

Everyday Thanksgiving

2010-11-26T19:16:00.000-08:00

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/

Gettting to Happy

2010-11-18T20:25:00.000-08:00

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/

Your Straight Male Friend: What’s in a (baby) Name?

2010-11-12T12:48:00.000-08:00

Your Straight Male Friend: What’s in a (baby) Name?

Fan Mail

2010-11-11T20:02:00.000-08:00

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/

Daily Grace

2010-11-04T20:14:00.000-07:00

"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/

Dorothy Loved Bennie

2010-10-27T19:49:00.000-07:00

"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.

Flying Without A Net

2010-10-18T20:37:00.000-07:00

"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.

Breath In, Breath Out

2010-09-29T13:51:00.000-07:00

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.

My Adventures with Sensual Sounds

2010-09-15T10:49:00.000-07:00

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...

Legacy's Challenge

2010-05-15T08:27:00.000-07:00

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...

Marvin Gaye - God Is Love ( Extended Mix )

2010-04-21T22:28:00.000-07:00

April's Flowers and Showers

2010-04-20T21:04:00.000-07:00

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?"

Spring!

2010-03-14T15:45:00.000-07:00

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.

Cupid's Holiday

2010-02-13T21:40:00.000-08:00

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!

The journey of "Sensual Sounds"

2010-01-21T21:14:00.000-08:00

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".

No Place Like Home

2009-12-29T21:06:00.000-08:00

I've lived in many places, but a piece of me will always reside at the two story, orange-creamsicle colored house at 946 Peck Avenue. Now vacant, that house holds fond memories from the 20 plus years I lived there with my parents and three brothers. Holidays, graduations and many happy occasions rush forth whenever I think of that place. So do hard times, deaths and the last time I locked the front door behind me with tears in my eyes.

My brothers and I shared hearty laughs as we took turns telling stories from our childhood at the Christmas dinner table. But the giggling stopped when I told them no one lived in our old house anymore. We then took turns trying to figure out why before reaching the same conclusions. Built in the early 1900, the small rooms just can't hold the larger furniture pieces people now own. And I'm sure not having closets in two of the four bedrooms doesn't help either.

But there was always plenty of room for our family and all of the guests who visited us. In our memories we still see our mom, dad and brother alive within those walls. Or the lamp in the living room shining through the curtains waiting for the last one up to turn it off before going to bed. That will always be the Eanes family home. Thank you, God, for the memories.

A History Lesson for Tiger

2009-12-14T20:50:00.000-08:00

Tiger Woods. Already I hear the collective moans, jeers and sneers when seeing his name. People claim they're weary of the excessive news coverage regarding Wood's mistresses or lost endorsement deals. But one group I have yet to hear from are senior African-American golfers.

As a child, I knew Blacks who played golf. They bursted with pride when Lee Elders and Calvin Peete finally broke the color barrier when they were admitted into the Professional Golfers Association. And whenever Elders, Peete, or Lee Trevino played in any tournament in the 1970's, my family gathered around the tv set to cheer them on.

When I mentioned this to my friend, Amy, she told me how African-American golfers confronted discrimination in Baltimore in the 1940's. Blacks were relegated to playing on tiny, ill-kept public links while white golfers played on larger,well-manicured courses with more amenities. Since everyone's tax dollars supported the upkeep of every club in the city, Black golfers demanded equal access. The mayor's solution? "Negro Day". It was one day every summer when both Blacks and Whites were allowed to legally play on the same courses anywhere in the city.

Yes, I know Tiger considers himself to be 'cablasian'. But many who looked like him fought for decades for the very opportunuties he and others take for granted now. Even if Woods pleads ignorance, I'm sure his Black father knew it every time he watched his son tee off at the very same country clubs which denied admittance to people of color for years. And who can forget the existance of discriminatory practices of some country clubs even today? Sure these practices aren't as overt as they once were, but I've heard stories of weekend golfers who still experience discrimination the same as in generations past.

I have two prayers for Tiger. The first is to make amends to his family. Secondly, I pray he pulls the blinders off when it comes to acknowleging those who cried and died to give him the opportunity to be the best golfer in the world. No one's expecting him to be perfect. But I'm sure these same senior golfers of color would like to hear him finally say a heartfelt 'Thank You' before they die.

Thanksgiving

2009-12-01T20:45:00.000-08:00

Last week I gathered with family and friends to celebrate Thanksgiving. It was a great time with plenty of good food, laughs and fun. Phone calls along with email exchanges with those I don't see often completed my holiday. So did shopping at the mall with my friend Diane and her daughter, Sam. The priceless time spent strengthening relationships was well worth the effort.

Quiet time brought back the intense pain of missing loved ones who have died, like my parents and my brother. Or my friend Tim, a close friend from high school. With both Christmas and New Year's fast approaching, I'm sure my longing for them will cause more tears when remembering special holiday times with them.

But the one thing I am thankful for is to have been so richly blessed in this season of thanks. There was a time when grief paralyzed me and left me deeply depressed. Now I'm grateful for being so well loved by those I miss so dearly. My daily prayer is to live my life with no regrets. And to be a blessing to those who enrich my life in countless ways.

Poetry's Gift

2009-11-09T21:38:00.000-08:00

I'm a performance poet. What a surprise it was to discover this talent after the death of my brother, Chris. Depressed and grief-striken, my friend Val challenged me to put my feelings on paper a couple months later. It was so cathartic as words mingled with tears poured onto the pages of a notebook. I also wrote about the life my two brothers and me shared with my parents, who both died years before Chris. Weeks passed before I read any of it to Val. When I finally did, I thought I'd put them away for good. But Val had different ideas. Next thing I knew, I was facing an audience with her and my new poet friends. When it was my turn, I stood in front of a microphone hoping no one noticed my cracking voice, shaking hands, and knocking knees. Things snowballed after that first time. Nearly ten years later, I've read at numerous venues around the country and have had experiences I never dreamed of when I sat down to write those first few poems. I've also been blessed to meet and perform with prolific wordsmiths whose words inspire me long after the performances are over. Passionate thankgiving each day keeps me from wasting this special gift which has only enriched my other journalistic talents. Yes I'm still a bit nervous when I step onto a stage and look into an audience. But my poetry history began long before I knew I had it in me.

Book Love

2009-10-21T19:50:00.000-07:00

Today I read an article discussing the merits of audiobooks. While I have nothing against using any means necessary to encourage literacy, there is something to be said for the merits of holding a book in one's hands. First, this is the phyical manifestation of an author's hard work. Many hours of sweat and rewrites go into crafting a manuscript designed to evoke emotions beginning with the eyes. Many audiobooks fail to capture finite details only brought out on hardcopy pages. For example, when I listened to an audiobook biography recently, I knew the basic story. However,even more details came to light when some members of my bookclub talked about specific incidents they felt had a much greater impact on their opinion of the person. I, too, felt the same way after reading that version. Finally, nothing compares to the tactile pleasure of choosing a particuar book. Whether it's a library,bookstore, or flea market, the thrill lingers long after the book's finished. Yes carving out time to read is challenging, but the results may pay off in ways never imagined after you've completed it. Happy reading!

2009-10-07T20:19:00.000-07:00

Ever try rekindling a relationship you knew in your heart was over? At first it was good seeing each other and sharing funny stories. But the longer we talked, the more my spirit kept reminding me why we weren't together anymore. I tried staying focused as we chatted during our unexpected encounter. We even exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. However, I knew I had no intention of keeping in touch. Nor was I hoping for a phone call any time soon. Guess that old saying was right--some people are meant to be together for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. My only wish is that my old friend finally finds that special person he's searching for because I know it's not me. And may I continue having fun while searching for mine.

Trusty Repairs

2009-10-01T19:31:00.000-07:00

I'm a person who has to have a roll of duct tape around the house. May seem strange,but that miracle tape has saved me from many mishaps. Take suitcase repair. When my bag was new,it always seemed to be damaged in some way by the time I reached my destination. Wheels torn off,handle cracked,etc. Yes I went through all the paperwork and got the bags repaired, but the same thing happened when I went on another trip. Not having time to go through the same hassle, I secured the bag with duct tape, Voila! No more mysterious rips. And it's still holding up ten years later. My friends laugh when I pull out that trusty roll, but I don't care. Duct tape to the rescue! Now if more things in life could be repaired with those sticky,silver pieces.....

Breathe

2009-09-26T14:15:00.000-07:00

Today I had plans to be Superwoman. I hopped out of bed with my "must do" list ready to seize the day. I paid bills, cleaned, and checked that list for that next item. But on my daily walk, I found myself slowing down to drink in the beauty of the day. The reddish-orange hues of the leaves were a striking reminder that fall is really here. So are the honking flocks of geese I saw in the blue-grey sky. Experiencing each season's unique qualities was something I missed when I lived in California. Nature's beauty reminded me to take a deep breath and give thanks. Not everything's perfect,but the world won't fall apart if it isn't.

Blogging on the One

2009-09-24T11:55:00.000-07:00

Procratination. A word I try not to embrace,especially being a freelance journalist/poet. Waiting doesn't pay bills,get exposure or do anything except keep you in the same place today as you were yesterday. So as I learn my way around the blogging world, I hope you'll join me. I've read,heard and talked long enough before finally taking the plunge today....