Writer Wednesday Ask Me Anything . . .

Yes, ask me anything and I shall acquiesce with an answer — no matter how curious or personal. Le Sigh. This is the first time I’ve done this and I’m impressed with how bold people are. Wow.

So without further adieu, ah 1-2-3, whilst I answer for thee!

#48 – Talents? I love to sing and do it pretty well. In high school, I competed around the state and received Superior for solos in Latin and Italian. Cool beans! I still love to sing, but don’t do it often. Mostly with my kids while I mess around making up silly songs. I also can dance — finally. Contrary to the stereotype that Black people can dance or its natural, I couldn’t dance when I was a kid and a teenager. My older brothers would smirk and outright laugh at me. Heck, I laugh at me thinking back to the poor fool who looked like a stiff corpse brought to life, jerking about as if she’d been electrocuted — IT’S ALIVE! IT’S ALIVE! Tee hee hee. Come on, laugh. You know you want to and it’s okay because . . . now I CAN DANCE! Yup, it’s true. Ever since I discovered Zumba (several years ago) and the eclectic music and rhythms of Jamaica, Venezuela, Columbia, Puerto Rico, and India –to name a few — that goes with this new Fitness Craze, I LOVE TO DANCE. I can belly dance too. Seriously. No lie. I might post a video if you’re one of those doubters that have to SEE it to believe it. Other talents? I love to write and I can draw. I also can teleport — okay, that’s a lie. I have lots of talents. I’m a Jane of All Trades. What can I say? I’m a teacher so it kind of goes with the territory — you know keeping my students engaged, entertained, having their brain cells doing the Electric Slide. 🙂

#44 – Worst habit? Wow. You want to go there? Whoa now. To be honest, I have a lot of habits — good and bad. My worst bad habit is I procrastinate. My best good habit is I’m a workaholic — once I stop procrastinating. Whether it’s writing or meeting a deadline, I ignore my fatigue or even my own hunger to finish. Just. One. More. Thing. Just. One. More. That’s a habit that can be good, but it can also be bad because I treat myself like a soulless automaton that needs to remember I’m only stress and blood. Most educators can relate to this phenomena. Even when we work late hours, there’s always more to do. So, I’m learning to draw the line and be human.

#49 – Embarrassing Moment Well, being me, I’ve had a LOT of those and I guarantee there will be many more. 😦 There was the time I couldn’t find my keys and I was holding them the entire time and my older son pointed it out in his dry, omnipotent voice. There was the time when I thought it’d be cool to do a little stretch break in between testing with middle school students and they looked at me as if I had sprouted three extra heads. And I continued anyway stretching and breathing — too stubborn to care that they didn’t care to join me. Heh. Honestly, there’ve been plenty of those and I’m glad and relieved to admit that the most have been thankfully washed away from my memory. 🙂

#34 Biggest Fear I fear that I will go the way of Emily Dickinson and die in obscurity as a writer and then once I’m dead everyone will be like, “Oh wow. She was really talented. Too bad she’s dead. Oh well, how much is that book? Great, I can’t wait to read more. Buuuut, since she’s dead there’s only so much I can get my hands on.” And ironically, my biggest fear is also to become famous because I get nervous in large crowds and in order to quell the inner fear that I get from said, large crowds, I talk and talk and talk, which makes it seem like I actually LIKE large crowds. In actuality, I’m just trying to stop myself from running away and hiding in my room and curl up with a book or talk with a small group of people about books, or kids, or food.

#19 Sing in the Shower Yes, I do sing in the shower. Songs like Les Miserables’ “I Dreamed a Dream”, Phantom of the Opera theme song, Ratatouille’s La Festin.

And I’ll leave you with this beautifully sung and written song. Bon Appétit.

The Face in the Clouds — Short Story Share Excerpt

Happy Monday all. Here’s a short story I wrote quite some time ago. At least eight years ago. And over the years, the eeriness of the story amused me so I would revisit it: polish it, revise it, and hopefully it will amuse you too. Enjoy!

The Face in the Clouds

Erin sat with his lover, Lily on a grassy knoll with weeds and fragrant flowers naming the shapes of the clouds.  That looks like a cat, he said.  Look, a horse, she replied. Some of the shapes were truly mysterious; they were really not clouds at all.

“Dear God—what is that?” Lily cried, bolting upright.

He glanced at her, then back at the sky and smiled.  “It’s a cloud, darling. We have been looking at them for the past hour.”

“No!”  She raised her finger, pointing.  “Look there.  It’s a face!”

He forced an unconvincing laugh, but didn’t look.  “You’ve been out in the sun too long.”

“Just look!”

“Fine.” He looked, but saw nothing and told her so in a sweet voice.  “See, darling, there isn’t anything to get all excited about.”


Book Review for Magic Fishing Panties by Kimberly Dalferes


I love to laugh. I love to reminisce. And I love fellow authors who can deliver both of these feel goods easily. I haven’t had the pleasure yet to meet Kimba, but after completing this laugh-out-loud, candid, and quirky book, I feel like I’ve gotten to know her (even a little, teeny bit) and want to know her more.

The adage, “you can’t judge a book by its cover” is true in so many aspects. For the sake of argument, I could have assumed that I couldn’t relate to the experiences Kimba had to share in her book. Though both of us have grown up in the south – (yes, I know, I know, Florida isn’t technically considered “Southern” to most for many reasons I won’t get into, natives like me know and have experienced differently) – we’re from different generations and while she’s primarily Irish and my family hails from the islands of Jamaica, Haiti, and Cuba, my funny bone often got tickled with similar situations that my own family experienced throughout the pages of this chuckle-worthy book.

Although the book is primarily humorous, priceless and serious gems of truth sparkle light on our ever-changing world. She touches upon taboo subjects, such as sexism and racism with grace and fairness.

Overall, a great read! 🙂