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October 21, 2018
Song Lyric Sunday | “The Love I Lost” – Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “lost.”
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As long as I’m in the Way-back Machine, may as well stop by the 70s!
October 14, 2018
#52weeks52stories “Watching You Watching Me”
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This may or may not be Halloween-inspired!
Song Lyric Sunday | “Can’t Hide Love” by Earth Wind & Fire
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “hide/hiding/hidden.”
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I FINALLY get to use a song by the Kings of old school music from the 70s and 80s – Earth Wind & Fire!
Written by Skip Scarborough as You Can’t Hide Love, it was the debut single of Creative Source in 1973. Earth, Wind & Fire included it on their live album Gratitude in1975. Can’t Hide Love was released as a single in 1976 and reached #11 on the US Soul and #39 on US Pop Singles charts. Their version was also nominated for the Grammy Award for Best Instrumental Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist(s).
Fun Fact: The nominees for the 1977 Best Arrangement for Voices were:
Starland Vocal Band – Afternoon Delight Lyrics
Quire – Ain’t Misbehavin’
Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics
Earth Wind & Fire – Can’t Hide Love Lyrics
Singers Unlimited – I Get Along Without You Very Well
Even though Earth Wind & Fire and Queen would reign at or near the top of music charts around the world and both groups had released ground-breaking hits by 1977, it was the Starland Vocal Band who walked off with the award for Afternoon Delight.
October 7, 2018
#52weeks52stories “Begin Again”
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#52weeks52stories: Week 40
Word prompt: memories
Word count – 2328
Reading time – 7 mins
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I can do this.
“Sherry? Over here.”
Her belly roiled as the butterflies in her stomach staged an epic mutiny. She ran her thumb over the empty spot on her left ring finger.
Moving toward her coworkers seated by the stage, Sherry Davenport plastered a friendly smile on her face, wishing she was any other right now than Dave & Buster’s.
Millie Kemp, a thoracic surgical nurse with twelve years’ experience, squealed like a teenager.
“Sherry! I’m so happy you joined us tonight!”
“C’mon, girlfriend. We saved you a seat.” Jaynie Pomeroy, new to their department, motioned to the seat next to her.
“Hey, everyone. Thanks for inviting me.”
Sherry took the seat, sinking into the overstuffed lounge chair and spreading her silk scarf across her lap.
“Oh, sweetie, you just stop that right now.”
Sherry turned to the kind smiling face of Sue Grant. At sixty-two, she was the most senior employee in the department and the best surgical nurse Sherry had ever seen.
“You’ve always had a standing invitation to our Saturday night meet-ups, and not just because you’re our boss. You’re one of us, Sherry. We care and we want you to never forget that.”
Sherry smiled, unable to respond because of the growing lump in her throat.
Prep nurse, Lucy Gomez, agreed. “This last year has been a rough one for you and we get that. But you don’t have to isolate yourself, Sherry. We’ve all lost loved ones and understand. It’s damn hard.”
Sherry found her voice. “Thank you. Thank you, all. I haven’t been approachable for quite some time, but I appreciate everyone’s patience and am touched by your concern.”
A single tear slid down her face as she rubbed the empty spot on her left ring finger.
“Dammit, Sherry,” group cynic Melody Simons barked. “I may be ornery as hell but no one gets to cry in my presence without me joining in.”
Eyes welled up as heads bobbed in agreement.
Bolting upright to the edge of her seat, Sherry threw her hands up.
“Nope, we’re not doing this. You all were gracious to invite me out for some fun and good times and I’m ready for that. Who’s up for a game of pool, and why don’t I have a drink in my hand?”
The women laughed and cheered, lightening the mood.
Melody grabbed Sherry’s arm, dragging her toward the billiard room.
Though she was smiling, Sherry was trying to quell the battle of anxiety and nausea burning in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her fist to avoid rubbing her left ring finger again.
They came to an abrupt stop near the bar. Melody yelled out a drink order that minutes later was passed to her through the crowd.
“Wow, who do you know?”
Melody grinned. “I used to date the bartender’s uncle. We didn’t last but turns out his family likes me more than him. His brother is my dentist and his mom still bakes me chocolate chip cookies.”
Sherry laughed, realizing for the first time the ornery persona was a mask Melody wore.
She’d had no time to get acquainted with the surgical scrub teams after she took over the department before Warren got sick. However, it didn’t take long to learn every team member was skilled and dedicated. Bad management, personality conflicts, and favoritism had driven department moral to a new low. Jealousy and infighting had taken their toll and six employees had taken positions with other hospitals and surgery centers before Sherry took over.
She’d worked to exhaustion interviewing the staff and meeting with administration to find the point of compromise and stop the exits of valuable team members.
Sherry had even taken her laptop with her when she sat with Warren during his chemotherapy treatments. The work distracted her for a while and kept her tears at bay. She could forget the powerful cancer drug was only palliative and stalling the inevitable. Pancreatic cancer would take Warren from her sooner than later.
Startled from her thoughts, heat rose up the back of her neck. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Is your drink okay?”
Embarrassed, Sherry took a long sip through the decorative straw and smiled. “Honey Jack. How did you know?”
Melody smirked and shrugged a shoulder. “I overheard you and Sue talking about favorite drinks one day. Figured the info would come in handy one day.”
It was Melody’s turn to smirk. “I’m keeping my eye on you, Simons… and watching what I say around you.”
They both giggled like school girls and Melody tilted her head toward the billiard room. “Ready to play?”
“Ready to lose?”
Melody choked. “Aw, now I gotta serve you some humble pie.”
They laughed as they made their way through the crowd, selling wolf tickets the entire way.
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“Woman, where in the hell did you learn to play pool like that? Pros couldn’t have made some of those shots. It was your dad, wasn’t it? He must have been aces.”
The crowd had thinned and they found seats at the bar.
“Believe it or not, it was my mom who taught me, not my dad.”
“What?”
Sherry guffawed at the woman’s slack-jawed expression.
“Yep… momma.”
Melody frowned, her dark eyebrows forming a deep V.
Sherry continued. “Grandpa Ernie, mom’s dad, was a champion pool player. Even held a national title twice. He started teaching me before I could reach the table. Used to stand me on phone books or in a chair. He passed away when I was seven and momma continued teaching me and my older sister, Angela.”
“How did your dad feel about that?”
“Oh, it irked him that he never beat momma in a game during their entire fifty-two-year marriage, but the bragging rights field was still level. He’s the one who taught me to cook.”
Melody shook her head. “Guess the battle of the sexes didn’t exist in your home.”
“Don’t you believe that. A simple meal of Salisbury Steak and mashed potatoes could turn into a cooking challenge with a simple glare between the two of them. Dad would remind momma the best chefs in the world were men, and she was quick to remind him the best chefs were chosen by men so it was a no-brainer. Some nights I thought I would starve while they perfected sauces and plating.”
Sherry laughed aloud at the memory.
Melody turned away.
“Hey, you okay? Did I say something wrong? Melody?”
She turned back to Sherry, her eyes downcast. “No, I’m fine. Ready for another drink?”
“Forget the drink, Simons and tell me what just happened. What upset you?”
Her head dropped, her chin almost touching her chest.
“Just forget it please, Sherry? I don’t want to make you angry or have you hate me.”
“Hate you? C’mon, Simons. Have a little faith in me.”
Melody raised her head and Sherry’s heart broke seeing the dark brown eyes filling with tears.
“I remember your first day on the job. When you introduced yourself to the staff, you talked about your husband and how the two of you did everything together so we shouldn’t be surprised if he popped into the department often. So, when you lost him I know it was devastating for you. But, I don’t know that feeling of loss since I don’t let any man stay around long enough to develop true feelings for them.”
Melody blew out a harsh breath and continued.
“You smile and love is written all over your face when you talked about the things your parents taught you… and those family moments.”
Her eyes could contain the tears no longer and they spilled down her cheeks.
“You lost the people you loved the most. The ones who helped make you the person sitting next to me. I’m not trying to be mean or discount any of that, Sherry, but to someone like me, you caught the brass ring.”
Sherry frowned, not understanding.
Melody held her hands out in front of her, trying to explain herself. “At least you had them, Sherry. You were loved and cherished by good people who you loved and cherished just as much. That’s why losing them hurts so much.”
“But, when you’re a biracial teenager with a chip on your shoulder, you don’t have many good memories, only nightmares… of a father who beat your mom until he got bored and walked away for good; of a mom so broken by him leaving, she drank herself to death, and by a foster care system that can’t decide if you’re black or white, so they shuttle you from one disgusting foster home to another.”
She wiped her face with her sleeve.
“The luckiest day of my life was when an older couple showed up at the residential center where I lived to donate new toys for Christmas. They saw me sitting outside on the swing… in the dead of winter. They talked me into going back inside and they followed me around, asking me questions. It hit me, at last, these good people cared, and we sat down and talked. The director hid in corners as discrete as a KGB agent. When the Simons asked him about the process to become a foster care home and how adoptions from the system worked, I thought he’d swallow his tongue. By Christmas the following year, I was the legally adopted daughter of Ed and Wilma Simons.”
Sherry’s face was wet too. “But that’s a great memory, right?”
“It could have been. The Simons were good people who were good to me, but they had four grown children who were suspicious of the quiet girl with the tawny skin and kinky hair. Instead of siblings, they felt like cops, always watching me, waiting for me to screw up. Even after my adoption was official, I still felt like if I didn’t something they didn’t approve of, they would convince their parents to send me back.”
“I’m so sorry, Melody. That had to be awful for you.”
“I got through it. At least there was no arguing, fighting, or drinking. I went off to college a couple of years later and developed my own routine for living alone, taking care of myself. Mom died six months after I graduated… dad, a year after that. My adopted siblings washed their hands of me and I was on my own for real… and alone.”
“Where you have painful losses, Sherry, you have wonderful memories to bring you some comfort. I have an empty void and only rejection and fear to fill it.”
Sherry smiled, and Melody’s face scrunched up in confusion.
This was her A-ha moment Angela assured her would come.
Having lost her own husband in an industrial accident nine years earlier, her big sister had tried to be encouraging after Warren’s service.
“I can’t tell you when or where, kiddo, but the day will come when breathing doesn’t hurt anymore. Losing mom and dad rocked us, but losing a spouse is different because you feel like a part of you died too… like your soul’s been ripped in half.
But one day you’ll be able to hold your head up without feeling exhausted. You’ll be able to take a step without fear of falling, and you’ll smile without the guilt of betrayal. The best part is it will be the love you shared with Warren that holds you up and moves you forward.”
As teenagers, Sherry would rather cut out her tongue than admit Angela was right about anything. However, the truth and wisdom of her words made Sherry’s smile grow.
I can do this.
She considered her friend who still sat wracked with confusion.
“It couldn’t have been easy to admit those things, Melody. Thank you for sharing them with me.”
“Wait. You’re thanking me for dumping my drama on you? No more drinks for you.”
Sherry laughed. “Yes, ma’am, I’m thanking you. You’ve made me remember all the good things in my life. I had amazing parents, and I loved Warren with everything I am. We did do everything together and I couldn’t have a conversation without mentioning his name. But after he died, I stopped talking about him… and anything else.”
“You nailed it. I am this person because of the people who loved me and that love and the memories it created aren’t diminished or erased because they’re gone.”
She hopped off the bar stool. “And in that spirit, we shall make new memories. And maybe we’ll start with a man worthy of you.” She twirled around and disappeared into the crowd, but she could hear Melody begging her to stop and come back.
Sherry laughed all the across the bar. Stopping in the hallway outside the Ladies’ room, she glanced back over her shoulder and caught glimpses of a nervous Melody Simons through the crowd, looking around as though something bad was about to happen.
She felt bad at causing her friend stress and would apologize the second she got back to her seat. Sherry had no intention of pressing Melody into anything. She wasn’t ready and Sherry still didn’t know her well enough to know if she would ever be ready for that level of trust and commitment.
Sherry Davenport glanced down at the pale spot on her finger where her wedding ring sat for twenty-three years.
It took as much trust and commitment to take it off as it had to put it on, and both times, she found strength in her love for Warren.
She had no idea what her future held but she’d move into it, even if only by baby steps. She and Melody were both shaped by their pasts and they both had the same problem. Life was happening all around them but they were static, not moving in any direction, and that was no way to live.
Sherry pressed her lips against her barren finger. She couldn’t pick up where she left off, but she could begin again.
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©2018 Felicia Denise, All Rights Reserved
Song Lyric Sunday | “Touch Me in the Morning” by Diana Ross
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “find/found.”
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I took a long walk on a very short limb to use this song!
I’ve never been a huge Diana Ross fan but this song remains one of my oldies favorites.
Much like Bonnie Raitt’s I Can’t Make You Love Me, Ross’ Touch Me in the Morning is about a couple’s last night together. In verse two, she sings, leave me as you found me, empty like before.”
Touch Me in the Morning was somewhat of a comeback for Ross in the music industry as it was released when she was receiving excellent reviews for her film debut Lady Sings the Blues.
This was written by ballad lyricist Ron Miller and songwriter/producer Michael Masser. It was Diana Ross’ first hit produced by Masser; he continued to produce more songs for her over the years, including Last Time I Saw Him, Theme From Mahogany, I Thought It Took a Little Time and It’s My Turn.
Ross felt that this song was too difficult for her and recorded several takes on it. In a documentary about her, Masser said that she tried very hard to “get the vocals right for this particular song” and that it was a “draining experience.” Luckily, it became her longest-charting Pop record and also became her first #1 Adult Contemporary hit.
But it’s obvious the song wasn’t an easy one for her to sing. All of the performance videos I found were tinny and whiny… and pretty sure engineering wasn’t to blame, so I chose the original recording played over stills.
Enjoy!
See my Song Lyric Sunday selection on Nesie’s Place.
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
Touch Me in the Morning
by Diana Ross
Songwriters: Michael Masser, Ron Miller
[Verse 1:]
Touch me in the morning
Then just walk away
We don’t have tomorrow
But we had yesterday
Hey, wasn’t it me who said
That nothin’ good’s gonna last forever
And wasn’t it me who said
Let’s just be glad for the time together
Must’ve been hard to tell me
That you’ve given all you had to give
I can understand your feelin’ that way
Ev’rybody’s got their life to live
Well, I can say goodbye
In the cold morning light
But I can’t watch love die
In the warmth of the night
If I’ve got to be strong
Don’t you know I need to have tonight
When you’re gone, till you go
I need to lie here and
Think about the last time
[Verse 2:]
You’ll touch me in the morning
Then just close the door
Leave me as you found me
Empty like before
Hey, wasn’t it yesterday
We used to laugh at the wind behind us
Didn’t we run away and hope
That time wouldn’t try to find us
Didn’t we take each other
To a place where
No one’s ever been
Yeah, I really need you
Near me tonight
‘Cause you’ll never take me there again
[Bridge:]
Let me watch you go
With the sun in my eyes
We’ve seen how love can grow
Now we’ll see how it dies
If I’ve got to be strong
Don’t you know I need to have tonight
When you’re gone
Till you go
I need to hold you until the tie
Your hands reach out and
[Verse 3:]
Touch me in the morning
Then just walk away
We don’t have tomorrow
But we had yesterday
We’re blue and gold
And we could feel one another living
We walked with a dream to hold
And we could take what the world was giving
There’s no tomorrow here
There’s only love and the time to chase it
Yesterday’s gone my love
There’s only now and it’s time to face it
Compiled from SongFacts.com, Genius Lyrics, YouTube, Wikipedia, and Google
October 1, 2018
#BookBirthday “In the Best Interest of the Child” by Felicia Denise
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In the Best Interest of the Child is
years old!
Severely injured in an accident that forever changed her life, 10-year-old Olivia becomes 
another faceless, under-served child in foster care. With no time to mourn or grieve, the young girl is easy prey for uncaring social workers and ambivalent foster families.
Olivia quickly learns to hold her tongue and mask her emotions. Even when exposed to neglect, bullying, and assault, no one seems to care. Holding fast to the teachings of her late father, Olivia ages out of the system broken, but no longer a victim.
Now a successful child advocate attorney, Olivia is a passionate voice for children. However, a routine case assignment by the court plunges Olivia back into the trauma of her childhood. If she doesn’t face her demons, a child will be sent into foster care.
Foster care for her young client is not an option. But Olivia’s emotional scars run even deeper than she realized. Reconciling with her past means Olivia must confront the one woman she blames for her battered soul.
A woman who has no idea who Olivia is.
NOTE: This book is intended for mature readers – 18+.
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What Readers are saying…
“Each page left you wanting to read more to find out what would happen next.” -Kotrish W., Amazon review
“I’d recommend it to anyone who enjoys women’s fiction or contemporary fiction.” -Kathy G., Amazon review
“I can’t wait to read the next installment, and I highly recommend this book to everyone.” -A.C.M., Amazon review
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EXCERPT
Olivia was far from an innocent.
She’d had her share of relationships… if you wanted to call them that. To her, they’d always been ‘friends with benefits’ situations, purely sexual. Starting out as casual meetings once or twice a week, she’d undoubtedly begin to hear words like ‘exclusive’ and ‘permanent’ creep into after-sex pillow talk, and she knew it was time to move on. Most of the men took it in stride—a couple became angry and accused her of using them. To which she would state the obvious. They had used each other. She had asked nothing more of them. The only exception was Kenny—Kenneth Lane Connors.
Olivia tried to break things off with him after he told her he was tired of meeting in hotels and wanted her to come to his home, but he would not be deterred. Olivia never felt threatened by Kenny, but he came pretty close to crossing the line from persistent suitor to stalker. She’d find him: standing next to her car when she left her office; sitting on the front stoop when she got home at night; standing in her favorite coffee shop, holding a cup of her special dark roast blend. Olivia finally acquiesced, more from the ennui of the situation, and agreed to trial dating.
She didn’t last two weeks.
At the end of their first week as a couple, Kenny surprised Olivia with tickets to sunny Miami, for a getaway weekend. She was genuinely touched, until Kenny mentioned that while they were there, the two of them would stop in and see Vonnetta and Kenneth, Sr.—his parents. Olivia not only flatly refused to even go to Florida she grabbed her bag, told him to never call her again, and stormed out.
While a few times Olivia felt as though she was being watched, she never saw Kenny again. And she was okay with it. There was no remorse, or heartache due to missing him. What she did have was even more resolve to not allow any man get close, her new unspoken rule was no man got more than three dates, period. No exceptions.
And then along comes Bruce Bellamy.
She had seen Bruce a total of three times, and each time, he’d left her speechless, flustered… and smiling.
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To celebrate its book birthday, In the Best Interest of the Child is
99¢
on ALL platforms September 30th and October 1st!
Amazon – http://bit.ly/BestInt
All other retailers – books2read.com/BestInterest
Add to Goodreads – http://bit.ly/BestIntGR
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September 30, 2018
#52weeks52stories “Liana”
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This young lady, Liana Daniels, is haunting my thoughts again. She’s talking about her sisters and her father, and about trying to please everyone and be the family cheerleader.
And how she almost lost herself in the process.
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#52weeks52stories: Week 39
Word prompt: cutting
Word count – 535
Reading time – 2 mins, 4 secs
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Knowing her father would be at a job site and her two sisters still in class, Liana Daniels skipped her sixth period chemistry class and rushed home and straight to her bedroom.
Taking the shoe box from the back of her closet, Liana sat on the floor and stared at it. She knew even wanting to do this meant she had emotional problems. There wasn’t much on the subject of self-harm at the library, but Liana vividly remembered two phrases — personality disorder… and schizophrenia.
Suddenly angry, Liana ripped the top off the shoe box. She wasn’t crazy… she wasn’t! She just didn’t understand why her family had to suffer so. Why did her mother go away? How could she leave her daughters? And her dad… even when they managed to all have fun and laugh together, she could still feel his sadness.
She thought the family might get some relief from Sophia, her rigid rules, and need to control when she went off to college. But Sophia came home most weekends… and sometimes popped in during the week. Reina was acting out and getting into trouble all over Granger, and Neema was painfully shy and withdrawn.
She couldn’t add to her father’s growing list of problems with his girls. He needed her to be strong.
Feeling tears burning in the corner of her eyes, Liana removed the single-edge razor blade from the shoe box. Without hesitation, she slipped off the cardboard sleeve, held out her left arm and in a slow, deliberate motion, made a two-inch cut.
Liana didn’t cut too deep, yet she was amazed at the amount of blood… and how she felt! Expecting the burn or sting of pain, she instead felt relief… and euphoria! Making another cut right next to the first, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Gone were the jumbled thoughts and the near panic. Gone were the feelings of guilt and doubt. It was as though a suffocating fog had cleared allowing her to breathe again.
Ten minutes later, feeling light and refreshed, Liana used the gauze and antiseptic she’d also placed in the shoe box to clean her cuts. When she finished, the cuts appeared to be two faint scratches on her arm. Satisfied, Liana wrapped the used razor blade and bloody gauze in a piece of clean gauze and put the tiny bundle in a small brown paper bag.
She returned the shoe box and its contents to the back of her closet and slipped the small bag into her coat pocket. She would have to throw it away on the way to school tomorrow.
Relaxed for the first time in days, Liana stretched out across her bed. The books she’d read were wrong. What she had done wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t used drugs or hurt anyone. She had not caused five minutes’ worth of trouble. And she was not crazy. Liana knew she just needed a little relief… a temporary crutch to get by. She didn’t plan to make cutting a regular thing or do it forever. Just until her family was happy again.
Just until she was happy again.
A few short minutes later, still thinking about her family, Liana fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Image from Pixabay
©2018 Felicia Denise, All Rights Reserved
Happy Birthday, Truman Capote!
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Truman Garcia Capote born Truman Streckfus Persons, (September 30, 1924 – August 25, 1984) was an American novelist, screenwriter, playwright, and actor. Many of Capote’s short stories, novels, plays, and nonfiction are recognized as literary classics, including the novella Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1958) and the true crime novel In Cold Blood (1966), which he labeled a “nonfiction novel”. At least 20 films and television dramas have been produced of Capote novels, stories, and plays.
QUOTES
“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”
“Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.”
“Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go”
From Wikipedia and MomAdvice.
Song Lyric Sunday | “Looking For a New Love” by Jody Watley
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “search.”
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Like Adele in my Song Lyric Sunday post on Nesie’s Place , 80’s pop queen, Jody Watley, is also searching, but not for a clone… for a new love!
Looking For a New Love is totally trippy, bouncy 80’s. Watley, a former featured dancer on Soul Train, and a member of the group, Shalamar, took the single all the way to number two on the BillBoard Hot 100 and number 1 on the R & B chart. The song is ranked as number sixteen for 1987 and was nominated in 1988 for the Grammy for Best R&B Vocal Performance, Female. It didn’t win, but it did help Watley take home the Grammy for Best new Artist.
Fun Fact: In the song Looking For a New Love, Jody kicks her old lover to the curb, saying, Hasta la vista, baby! The phrase became an instant hit on answering machines, but would become a part of pop culture when actor, Arnold Schwarzenegger spoke the words in the 1991 film Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
Fun Fact: Jody Watley is the goddaughter of music legend, Jackie Wilson.
Enjoy!
See my Song Lyric Sunday selection on Nesie’s Place.
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
Looking For a New Love
by Jody Watley
Songwriters: Jody Watley, Andre Cymone
[Verse 1]
I gave you love
You did me wrong
I didn’t know what to do
But baby, I’m strong
I’ll get over you
A new boy I’m gonna choose
You’ll see
My love was true
Still you threw it all away
Now other guys will have me
They’ll appreciate my love
Tell me, how does it feel?
[Pre-Chorus]
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I’m gonna find somebody new
[Chorus]
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Was she hot?
Did she turn you out?
Curiosity rules my brain
Was she worth my heart
It’s torn all apart
Are you going back again?
Tell me
My love was true
Still you threw it all away
But now your like the rest
Unworthy of my best
Hasta la vista, baby
[Pre-Chorus]
You know that I needed you
You know that you meant the world to me
You know I had to have you
Now I’m gonna find somebody new
[Chorus]
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
Other guys will have me
They’ll appreciate my love
Tell me, how does it feel?
Now you’re like the rest
Unworthy of my best
Hasta la vista, baby
[Outro]
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love
I’m looking for a new love, baby
A new love
Compiled from SongFacts.com, Genius Lyrics, YouTube, Wikipedia, and Google
September 26, 2018
My Ten Favorite Books Blog Challenge
[image error]I was invited to participate in this challenge by blogger Abbie Johnson Taylor. Here’s how it works. Think of your ten favorite books and write them down. Then invite three other bloggers to create their own lists of ten favorite book titles and invite three other bloggers and so forth. You can read the guidelines here.
Below is my list of ten books. I must admit this was HARD. At first, a dozen titles popped into my head and they kept coming. Certain books were more important to me during certain periods in my life, so I ended up writing a few down, then the mister randomly selected ten. They’re not in any particular order.
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1. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
2. Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
3. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
4. Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
5. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
6. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
7. Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
8. Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley
9. The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah
10. The Bible
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The three bloggers I am inviting are L S Fellows, Taylor Love, and D.E. Haggerty. Of course anyone else is welcome to submit favorite book titles. I look forward to reading about them.
