My Cup Overflows

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Part 5:

I left the music world and attended nursing school. Once I completed nursing school, I made a bee-line as my mother used to say for Richmond, Virginia. My plan was to get as far away as possible from my troubles and begin a new life. In my haste to start over, I failed to realize I couldn’t outrun my troubles. My mother tried to convince me to stay home and get a job there until I was on my feet but I just wanted to get away.

After a few years here, I married and had a son; my greatest gift from God next to His Son and salvation. My marriage didn’t last and I found myself a single mother. Single motherhood was a challenge but I embraced it fully; my son was and still is the love of my life. I formed relationships in Richmond but because I was depressed, I attached myself to unhealthy friendships. That old saying, “misery loves company,” is so true. I found myself making poor financial decisions as well.

In the midst of all of my struggles, it seemed my singing career completely dried up. I sang at church but not in the way I had in Delaware. The interesting thing is, I never thought it was me. I thought God had closed the door to my artistic outlets completely. I failed to grasp the fact, I was reaping the harvest of my decisions. It was me who decided not to attend Boston University and pursue my dreams, not God. And because God gives us free will, He didn’t intervene when I made my choice. The fact I was no longer using my gift, sent me further into unrest. I became anxious, grouchy and moody.

As the years passed, my inner turmoil proliferated. I was searching for peace but I didn’t realize the peace I sought was with me all along. You see, God never left my side, he was just waiting on me. I’d grown up in church and knew the Word of God, but as my mother would often tell me, I needed to know God for myself. In other words, I needed a personal relationship with Him. My time of reckoning would come on the heels of the death of a very close cousin.

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My Cup Overflows

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Part 4.

My young adult years were filled with the same wonder and adventure of others my age on the path of self discovery. I entered college with the goal of becoming a Broadway singer. I was accepted into Boston University on a scholarship, with the opportunity to intern in New York City but declined attending there and instead chose Ohio State University. This would prove to be the beginning of a few bad choices I would make over the course of my young adult years. Things didn’t workout for me at Ohio State but I eventually landed an audition with The Peabody Institute at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. Attending The Peabody Conservatory was a dream come true for me, but I wasn’t prepared.

During my high school years, my teachers took a great interest in me and my talents. I was given extra time and attention and even assisted in securing a spot with a choir set to tour Europe. The summer of my senior year I was privileged to sing before audiences in five European countries as soloist with that choir. I took talent to Peabody but I didn’t have the academic preparation for an all music setting. There are certain courses one must take prior to attending conservatory, but I hadn’t done so. Mostly because I didn’t have access to those classes. I also didn’t have the fight and determination then that I now have and so when the going got tough, I gave up.

The years of being bulled and picked on during my youth after Dad died taught me to retreat instead of push forward. I was timid, browbeaten and easily intimidated. Rather than fight for myself, I took the path of least resistance. My mother was there ever encouraging me to fulfill my dreams, but I just didn’t have the fortitude or tenacity. I came home from Peabody after a two year struggle and picked another career path. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I needed a job. It seemed my hopes and dreams as a creative were over, but God was right there in the midst with me. Although I had all but given up on my artistic future, God had a plan.

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My Cup Overflows

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My Cup Overflows Part 3

I remember returning to school after my father transitioned and thinking, “my dad is dead and no one cares. Life around me went on as usual and it seemed as though I became invisible.  I was transferred to a new school; one I could walk to since my father was no longer alive to take me. You see, as stated in my  previous blogs, Dad took me to school and picked me up daily.

The students in my new class were unfriendly to say the least and I recall one young man in particular spearheading bulling campaigns against me. Under these new circumstances, I not only felt lost, but afraid as well. My emotions ricocheted inside me like a ball in an old fashioned pinball machine; never really knowing where to come to a rest. In essence, I didn’t know how or what to feel. In hindsight, it was apparent, I wasn’t the only one feeling unhinged. My father had many friends and family feeling the impact of his death as deeply as I did.

My mother did an amazing job in the midst of her own trauma and pulled us together as a family. She took me to counseling so that I had a non biased person to talk with. She became an active part of my school’s PTA and upped her participation in my life. Essentially, Mom did her best to become mother and father to us. Despite my mother’s best efforts, my wounds from losing my dad, my hero were too deep.  I succumbed to the negativity around me that came from the outside my home. I was at that age where the opinions of others carry more weight than those of our family.

As a result of my vulnerable state I began a slow decent into the abyss of depression. The ironic thing is, I had no realization, I was depressed. I made a series of decisions over the course of my young adult and adult life that at times cost me dearly, all driven by melancholia. All the while I was lost in the chasm of sadness, it often seemed I was alone. But God!

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My Cup Overflows

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It was Christmas 1968 and once again my family had enjoyed opening our gifts and celebrating the birth of Christ together. I received my first portable record player that Christmas which was the hottest gift on the must-have list. My sister remembers us playing different songs and dancing around with our father.

Somewhere between December 29th and 30th of that year, my father and a friend of my sister whom I’ll call Jeff left for King William County, Virginia to visit and check on my grandmother. One night while there, the two went to visit family and friends in the community. My dad began to feel ill, and Jeff took Dad back to my grandmother’s and they called 911. Dad never made it to the hospital that night; he died in route of a massive heart attack.

My sister’s friend was left alone to drive back to Delaware and deliver the news to us. I can’t imagine how Jeff must have felt making that four hour drive by himself to tell my mother she was now a widow and we had lost the king of our family. I will never forget the pounding on the front door early that morning or the sound of my sister’s sobs after the news was relayed.

Once the sun came up that day, my mom gathered me and my brother and our pastor came into the bedroom and told us Dad was gone. It seemed surreal. I was only twelve years old; my brother was nine. It felt as if someone had put me in an unfamiliar room, turned of the lights, blindsided me with a 2 x 4 and then pulled the rug out from under me.

I was my father’s little princess and I knew it. He was not only my dad but the king of our home. He made everything alright and now he was gone. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. But God!

Ciao!

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Anatomy of A Stalker: Meet Detective Holmes

one eye Good afternoon. I’m Detective Maurice Holmes of the Chesterfield County Police Department but people just call me Holmes. I was assigned to the case of J. Carter Woodson to solve a stalking situation. I take each of my cases seriously but this one in particular hit close to home.  A dear family member of mine encountered a stalker and lets just say, it didn’t end well, so when I was presented this job, I didn’t hesitate. My first priority is to my client and his loved ones. I want to ensure not only Mr. Woodson’s safety, but that of his beautiful fiancée as well. My second priority is to find that skank stalking Carter or to be professional should I say perpetrator and take her down. I understand there is someone for everyone, and perhaps she felt Carter was her someone, but no means no. What people need to understand is you can’t just push yourself on another human being. Ladies and gents too, if they ain’t interested, they ain’t interested. Take yo monkey-ass on somewhere and keep it moving. With that being said, wrap your mind around this; if you break the law in my jurisdiction and my colleagues and I pursue you, you will go down.  Asha Carrington is an elusive trick but rest assured, I will find her no matter how long it takes. When I do, I’ll ensure she rots in jail for many years to come. 

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Savannah J, she adds a little sass in every page.

Carter never dreamed he’d have to look over his shoulder until he met Asha.  A woman with alluring eyes and a mysterious past who is hell-bent on having Carter regardless the cost. Follow Carter Woodson’s harrowing experience with Asha Carrington in The Prey. Now available in eBook on Amazon at: http://amzn.to/1n9IM08  and Google Play Books at: http://bit.ly/S0P7xX. Coming soon to iBooks. The Prey is also available at The Book Nook 912 Canal Street Chesapeake, Virginia. 23323. Ciao! Savannah J, she adds a little sass in every page.  www.thesavannahjpublications.com Follow Savannah on Twitter @savana74

The Anatomy of a Stalker: Meet Jude

one eyeCarter and I have been friends since that day in high school – let me tell you about it. There was this group of bad-asses who wanted to give him a beat down and they’d been scheming about it for awhile. They thought they had Carter until I got wind of their plans from my sister. I met Carter after school and together we took them out. So, when my boy called for help, naturally I was on it.

Seemed he had this crazy woman after him with stalker-like behavior. Not only was Carter concerned about his own safety but more so his beautiful woman, Taryn. My job was to be Taryn’s personal bodyguard but when the crazy woman stepped up her game, I looked out for his brother Matt’s woman, Bre as well. Most men would have loved to be in my position, in the company of two gorgeous women, but first of all Matt and Carter are like my brothers. Second of all, my boy and his family’s lives were in danger; ain’t nobody got time for foolishness under those circumstances.

I stayed on with Carter for awhile; until the job was done and done right. I made sure I didn’t board that plane for home until I was positive Ms. Crazy was gone for good. You see, that’s how me and my boy Carter are. Ride or die baby, for life.

The anatomy of a stalker.

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I do believe my most challenging and favorite piece at once is The Prey. And as I develop the characters in the sequel titled Twins: And Then There Were Two, I’m finding it to be equally as demanding. My dilemma as I create the formidable personalities of my protagonist and her allies is, what constitutes the anatomy of a stalker?

I’ve found they can be your friendly and helpful neighbor or a co-worker or the young person who waits on you at the local convenience store. It can be someone with a tragic childhood or not. But always, it’s an individual who seems to come out of nowhere with the ability to steal your peace and wreak havoc in your life.

As I develop Arial’s personality, (my protagonist) and her equally twisted accomplices, the twins Dillon and Doniel  I’d like to share snippets of the story here. Feel free to comment as I go along. Twins: And Then There Were Two is the story of, Arial a deranged young woman with a appetite for murder whose goal is to vindicate her sister. Along the way, she befriends, Dillon and Doniel who voluntarily join her quest for revenge.

I do hope you enjoy the sneak peeks into Twins: And then There Were Two and it prequel The Prey, and my journey into the anatomy of a stalker.

Ciao!

Savannah J, she adds a little sass to every page.

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