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.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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!
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