The Authors’ Corner

Welcome to The Authors’ Corner. This week’s featured author is Karl Anthony Francis.

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Karl Anthony Francis who writes under the pseudonym Anthony Pathfinder was born in Kingston, Jamaica and moved to the United States as a child. Like most young boys in the inner-city, Anthony soon became fast friends with several of the neighborhood tough guys. Not one to let his adolescents mishaps dictate how he would spend the rest of his life; he embarked on a path that would forever change his life. He attended CUNY Queens College where he double majored in African Studies/Political Science and minored in Sociology; obtaining his bachelor’s degree. Meeting John Henrik Clarke, Cornell West, Al Sharpton and Yolanda King at his former college, had a lasting impression on him.

Anthony is a firm believer in second chances, convinced that desire and determination overcomes any obstacles. His remarkable coming of age life story, coupled with his work as an ESL (English as a Second Language) instructor, and working in the homeless shelters in New York City, where he was exposed to a number of unfortunate situations; consequently were the backdrop for some of the stories which he would later write.

A self-published writer, he has written several novels, ranging from urban fiction to historical, suspense and romantic novels. He has never pandered to the expectations of the typical reader, but rather to their unpredictability and the simplicity of their human experiences. A voracious reader and lover of Anton Chekhov, Chinua Achebe, James Baldwin and Toni Morrison’s writings, Nina Simone’s music and Motown Soul, Anthony is insatiably curious about the complexities of our world.

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Book Synopsis 
Treasure chronicles the de jure racial segregation of the Jim Crow era in the south. It is a candid account of sisters raised in a family of freed blacks who for generations had passed for white. Forbidden to marry black men, Treasure, the eldest provides as much protection as she can in shielding her younger siblings from the constant exchange of ideas they are exposed to growing up. However, in doing so, she may have taken them to a darker place, where the family secrets are revealed and where few can be trusted.

For more information Anthony Pathfinder and to stay in touch with him:

Visit his website at http://anthonypathfinder1.webs.com/
Email him at Anthonypathfinder307@gmail.com

To purchase Treasure and other books by Anthony Pathfinder:

All titles are available on Amazon and at his website http://anthonypathfinder1.webs.com/

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The Authors’ Corner

Welcome to The Authors’ Corner. This week’s featured author is Mary Ann Finley.

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Mary Ann Finley is the founder and CEO of Mayrann Speaks Productions LLC. She’s the author of Corn Rowing Mama’s Hair on a Sunday, Somebody Say Grace, Thicker Than Blood (vols. and 2) and All Right At The Same Time. In 2013, Mary was nominated for Female Author of The Year by Oosa Book Club’s All Things Literary Awards. She is the owner and publisher of McCurtain Press, and recently began her autobiographical series, Clay Jar Chronicles, with This Is My Sony by Lanvester Jackson. All of her books are available on Amazon.

 

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Book Synopsis for Thicker Than Blood (Vol.1)
Veteran police officer, Gerald Lamar Jr., is a man of strong moral conviction, who seems to have the perfect life: a gorgeous wife, two wonderful, intelligent, college age children and a seasoned career on the police force. His righteousness takes a hard blow and his American dream becomes a nightmare, however, when his brother, Ramon “Rah-Money” Lamar is brutally murdered. Gerald is forced to remove his rose colored glasses and gets sucker punched by a triple dose of betrayal.
Handsome playboy, Patrick “Tip” Collier, is known as a sharp dresser with a sharp tongue. He is the city’s most notorious private investigator, and also who Gerald considers his worst enemy. Tip gets information dropped in his lap that puts him smack dab in the middle of the investigation of Rah-Money’s murder.
When these two men team up, no stone is left unturned, and Gerald discovers that throughout his entire life, he has trusted people who were one thing to his face and another behind his back. His immediate family has kept him completely in the dark. Investigation into this crime leads him into the light.
As a truck load of past deceits are uncovered, Gerald and Tip unveil the darkest Lamar family secret of all. In the end they’re both faced with one crucial question: If blood is thicker than water, is true love thicker than blood?
Thicker Than Blood is a murder mystery novel that reveals how generations of lies and secret sin can cause a family devastating and irrevocable damage.

 

For more information on Mary and to contact her:

Mayrann1963@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/mayrannspeaksproductions/

To purchase Thicker Than Blood Vol. I:

http://amzn.to/2pQxnYp

While you’re checking out Thicker Than Blood Vol. I, look for Thicker Than Blood II

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The Authors’ Corner

Welcome to The Authors’ Corner. This week’s featured author is Naana Kyereboah of The Sister Scribes.

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Naana Kyereboah, originally from Ghana, is a writer, teacher, and speaker. She loves to write
poetry and children’s stories. Her poems have been printed in various anthologies. She has taught
world cultures at the Center for Talented Youth (affiliated with Johns Hopkins University) and at
the James Farmer Scholars Program (Mary Washington College). She has also chaired and
coordinated several multicultural activities and international day celebrations in her community
and schools, teaching about the Ghanaian culture. She is a member of the Society for Children’s
Book Writers and Illustrators. Naana lives in Virginia with her husband, Thomas. They have two
daughters and a son.

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  Book Synopsis 

Soul Name is a cultural picture book and audio CD about an eight-year old Ghanaian girl, Ekua, who shares with the reader the importance of the naming and welcoming ceremony for her brother Kofi.

“Cultural, Colorful, Rhythmic. These words fail to fully define Naana Kyereboah’s book, Soul Name. However, they are a good start. Reading her book is like sitting on the floor, listening to a beloved relative tell a story. In this case, the relative is eight-year old narrator, Ekua, and her story involves the naming ceremony for children in Ghana’s Fante tribe. Her powerful words, the vivid illustrations and the attached CD combine to make Soul Name a multi-sensory experience” (Richmond’s Book Examiner, K. Robinson) Naana offers An African Touch presentations to schools and organizations.

For more information on Naana and to purchase your copy of Soul Name visit her website at . http://www.nabinava.wordpress.com. To schedule An African Touch presentation at your school or organization email Naana at nabinarva@gmail.com

Get a copy and find out your child’s soul name.

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Memories

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It’s interesting how death removes our loved ones from our physical presence but cannot steal our memories. That being said, I’ve found myself missing my oldest sister quite a bit lately. She passed away seventeen years ago this coming May. She was one of my mentors and “The Wind Beneath My Wings” on many occasion.

As I grow and continue to develop into who I was created to be, I’m doing some pretty amazing things. With each accomplishment I’ve wanted  to run to the phone and call “Sister;” (that was her family nickname) and share. But alas, I can’t. (Her given name was Mary. For the sake of confusion, I’ll use her given name.)

My sister, Mary was a remarkable woman and I’m not just saying that because she was my sister. There are many who can attest to my opinion. She touched so many lives during her short stay here on earth. For me, next to my mother, Mary was my biggest cheerleader. In her eyes there was nothing I couldn’t achieve.

I often joke by saying if I told Mary, I wanted to build a ladder to the moon, she would reply, you can do it! There was nothing I could say or do that would cause her to judge or think ill of me. I would often call her and pour my heart out, sharing my hopes, dreams and disappointments. I never felt sharing with my sister was a mistake.

Not only do I miss her presence, I miss her wisdom. My sister’s advice to my quandaries was priceless and her suggestions always proved to work. I’m so thankful, although death removes our loved ones from our physical presence, it can’t steal our memories. My time with my sister is planted ineradicably in my mind and heart where I can visit with her whenever I like. For that, I’m grateful. My sister died young, so I say to you cherish your loved ones every day. Remember tomorrow isn’t promised.

As always, I hope my thoughts encourage you.

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“Am I Real Now ?”

starThe title of my post comes from a movie I recently watched called The Christmas Bunny. It was a sweet tale of a young girl named, Julia who was in need of a forever home.  In the movie, Julia’s favorite video was The Velveteen Rabbit based on the book and she watched it over and over again. At the end of The Christmas Bunny, Julia’s foster family asked her to become a permanent member of their family. She looked at her family and asked, “am I real now?” I thought about how profound her question was.

If you’ve read The Velveteen Rabbit or seen the movie, you’ll remember Skin Horse, a very wise toy tells Rabbit, toys become real because of the love of children. In the movie The Christmas Bunny, Julia asks her forever family, am I real now because she finally feels loved. I thought of all the people in the world who at this very moment lack the love of another human being in their lives. They probably feel invisible and perhaps unreal.

I’m not one to ponder such things without doing my part to find a solution. Showing love can be as simple as making eye contact and speaking to that man, woman or child walking along with their head bowed. We can visit a neighbor who otherwise wouldn’t have company. Or sit next to someone at church who always attends and sits alone.

During this holiday season, which can be especially painful for some, there are many options open for us to show love. I ask you to join me in doing just that. Lets bless our fellow man, it not only benefits them, but us too.

As always, I hope my thoughts encourage you.

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Putting Down Roots

 

This morning, I stood in the middle of the living room floor staring at the bare white walls that surrounded me. Pictures I’d been meaning to hang for the past three years remained stacked neatly in a corner. The same colorless walls were found in every room of my home with the exception of the kitchen, den and half bath.

I’ve lived in my house for over twenty years now, yet I’ve only painted three rooms. How I’ve managed to survive without color for all these years is beyond me. Yet in still, it’s not. Color would mean, I’ve put down roots.

Allow me to pause here and say, my favorite color is red. I find it exciting, vibrant and invigorating. My car is red as are a lot of my clothes. As I stood surveying my bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t painted it red. Suddenly, I realized this moment, this epiphany if you will was a turning point for me. I’d grownup north of the Mason-Dixon line and in my heart, I’d never left home. I decided right then and there, it was time.

I have big plans for my house and yard this summer. I’m going to upgrade my appliances, kitchen and bathroom fixtures as well. I’ve already envisioned the oasis of serenity I want for my deck and yard. It’ll be a place I can retreat to in the evenings away from the cares of life. But most importantly, I’m going to head over to the local hardware store and buy some red paint. After all color means I’ve put down roots.

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Amazing things happen when men of God pray.

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I’m blessed to have a small circle of men in my life I call friends. Each of them is special to me; some I’ve known my entire life, a couple I’ve known for more than 20 years. Theses guys are special because they are men of God and they know how to get a prayer through. I call them my heavy artillery. I call on them when my back is against the wall and I need some serious backup. Now, I also have strong women of God in my life as well but I believe something amazing happens when men of God pray.

Okay don’t get me wrong, I believe women can also war in the Spirit. My mother was one of the greatest prayer warriors who ever walked the face of the earth. I just think we as women can learn something from men who pray. I’ve found when I call on my guy friends, they listen quietly to my concern and only when I’m finished do they ask questions. They don’t interject or cut me off with what’s going on with them or their family. The focus is on my need only.

Sometimes we as women listen but we tie ourselves into the equation. As I said my mother had the gift of prayer. I can remember whenever someone would call her, she would listen and then, she’d pray. Not once did the situation become about her. How many times have you called a girl friend for prayer and end up interceding for them. As I said earlier, I feel we as women can learn something from men who pray. They know how to listen with their mouths closed and their ears open and then they go to war.

I’m doing a devotional on prayer and in it, I’m looking at different people’s prayers in the Bible. Today I was reading one of David’s and it dawned on me, he really knew how to pray. I thought about the Apostle Paul and his prayers and of course the prayers of Jesus. I’m learning to pray as these great men of God did. This blog is not to say women can’t get a prayer through, it’s to acknowledge a special group of gentlemen in my life.

There are those that say men and women can’t be just friends, well I beg to differ. I wouldn’t take anything for my guy friends. They teach me so many valuable lessons.  Above all they teach me that amazing things happen when men of God pray.

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