The Return of Camelot


President and Mrs Obama 4

Today I was going through a stack of magazines I had obviously put aside to read. One magazine in particular caught my eye. It was a tribute to the Kennedy years. On the cover was a picture of the late President John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his wife the late Jacquelyn Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.  Although I was a child when Kennedy was in office, I remember those years vividly.

John Kennedy was young, handsome, charismatic and intelligent. He was the hope of lower and middle class America, regardless of race or ethnicity. We saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. In the eyes of the people in my community he was the answer. Mrs. Kennedy was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were our royalty; our Camelot.

Growing up, my mother encouraged me to find mentors and heroes who looked like me. President  and Mrs. Kennedy did not, but just as the rest of the United States, I embraced them as my own. As a little girl, I was a dreamer. I pretended to be a princess, acted out plays with my dolls, even wrote a few stories back then. The Kennedy’s brought the splendor of Camelot into my little world and then just as the magic began with John Kennedy’s Presidency, it was one day silenced. Our President was assassinated and my Camelot was gone.

I’m now a grown woman with a child of my own, but I never completely let go of my desire for the return of Camelot. My wish was granted on November 4, 2008 with the election of President Barack Hussein Obama. For me he was young, handsome, charismatic, and intelligent. I saw him as sagacious, astute and yet personable. His wife, Mrs. Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama was beautiful, charming, equally as intelligent and quite the trendsetter. Together they were and still are my royalty and the return of Camelot.

The fact that Mr. Obama’s Presidency is the subject of controversy is no secret and this is not a political  opinion. This is the expression of a grown woman, who saw her childhood dream realized. My Camelot has returned in all it’s splendor and above all, they look just like me.

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The Christmas Boyfriend


When I was a little girl, mother took subscriptions to three magazines. I would eagerly await the monthly arrival of the publications and couldn’t wait to dive in. My favorite thing was the short stories, complete in 5 or fewer pages. I decided for the holidays to relive that dream and write my own short story. It’s about 14 pages long.  Please enjoy and leave a message letting me know how you liked it.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!


                                             The Christmas Boyfriend



Chapter 1

Brooklyn found herself humming along with the music wafting through the department store speakers as she shopped for an outfit. Although Thanksgiving wasn’t for another week, some stores had already begun to play Christmas music.

Something about the songs seemed to put her in a romantic mood and she felt her heart grow warm. When the ballad made famous by, Nate King Cole began, Brooklyn closed her eyes and imagined herself in front of her fireplace with her boyfriend. But there was just one problem, she was single.

As quickly as the sentimental feeling enveloped her, Brooklyn felt it disappear. A sigh escaped her lips as she opened her eyes and continued the search for a top to match her straight leg pants.

“I want a beau for the holidays, even if it’s a pretend beau.” She thought to herself. Suddenly, a smile lit up her face as she formulated a solution to her problem.

She upped her pace in finding the perfect top. It was imperative she get home straightaway. Brooklyn had a plan.


Chapter 2

      Brooklyn opened the door to her two story town home. Once she secured the door, she made a bee-line for her bedroom and placed her packages on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and fell back onto her bed. It had been a long day and exhaustion reared its head.

The thought of dinner crossed her mind, but she shrugged it off; she was still full from a late lunch. A glance at her watch revealed she could grab a quick nap before she called her best friend. An hour later, she bolted upright in bed.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I hope Asher isn’t asleep.” She grabbed her cell phone and dialed him up.

He answered on the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?!”

Brooklyn smiled. “Not too much. What’s up with you? Were you in bed?”

“Now why do you always think I’m in bed at 9 o’clock? Who goes to bed at 9 o’clock?”

“You do and don’t even try to deny it, Asher.”

“B, when is the last time you called me after 9 o’clock and I was in bed?”

Brooklyn was silent. She twisted her mouth to the side and rolled her eyes around as she searched her mind for an answer.

“Hello?!” Asher spoke a little too loudly. His tone startled her.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“Well, I’m listening.”

“Okay, it’s been awhile since you were in bed by 9 o’clock.” A sigh of mock defeat echoed through the phone.

“Right.” Asher smiled. “So, what’s up? I know you want to talk about something. I can hear it in your voice.”

“I have a favor to ask.” The sound of pans falling interrupted Brooklyn’s train of thought. Instead of her favor she asked if he were okay.

“I’m fine,” Asher sounded exasperated. “I put up a ceiling rack to hold my pots and pans. I bumped it the wrong way and knocked most of them down.”

“Wow, well do you need me to call you back so you can clean up?” She hoped he’d say no.

“Nah, I’m good. I can pick them up and talk. I’m not going to rewash them tonight anyway. What do you need?”

Brooklyn bit her lip. She couldn’t seem to formulate her words.

“B, are you there? I thought you needed a favor; what’s up?”

“I do . . . Okay let me just spit it out.”

“Yeah, why don’t you.” Asher interjected.

“Okay,” she said followed by a huff. “I want you to be my boyfriend for the holidays.”

Asher pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it followed by, “What did you say?”

“I’m asking you to be my boyfriend for the holidays. Not like a serious relationship; just a pretend boyfriend.”

“Ummm. B, I need you to elaborate on this one.”

“Asher, I’ve been single for a while and every year, I spend the holidays with my family and friends. Now, I’m not complaining because I understand it’s a blessing to have family and friends. Some people don’t have that. It’s just that this year, I would love to have a boyfriend, even if it’s just for the holidays.”

“Okay, why me? I mean, I know you get asked out from time to time; why not one of them? I’m just your ride or die guy”

“Well, I don’t want just any ‘ole body, I want someone I can trust. Someone I know won’t expect favors or anything like that. I trust you Asher.”

Asher smiled. “I must admit I’m flattered. So, what do you want me to do?”

“Just hangout with me. Go with me to holiday parties and church events.”

“I think I can do that for you.”

Brooklynn smiled. “Thank you Asher, you’re always there for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me B; I got you.”



Chapter 3

     The days that followed Brooklynn and Asher’s holiday agreement transported her into a magical place. Whatever she needed, Asher accommodated. He became an Asher she’d never met.

He attended the church Christmas musical with her and seemed to enjoy himself immensely. He even questioned himself for not attending sooner. One Sunday morning, Brooklynn made a last minute call asking Asher to visit her church instead of his. To her delight, he met her in time for service.

“I just don’t want to worship alone today,” she said. “Not a problem,” he replied.

One Wednesday evening, Asher called and asked what she was doing. “Nothing really,” she said. “I was just about to watch a movie.”

“A movie, how routine. Go upstairs and shower and put on something semi-dressy; I have a surprise for you.”

Brooklynn frowned. “A surprise? What is it?”

“Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it.” That night when he picked her up, he took her to see The Nutcracker.

Brooklynn couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you,” she whispered as the second act began. “Our seats are perfect. This night is perfect.” Asher returned her smile and gave her hand a squeeze.

A week later on a Friday night he called and suggested, she put on something really warm. The surprise that night was ice skating. “How did you know I’ve always wanted to go ice skating?” she asked as they sipped on hot chocolate later that night at a local coffee house.

“Because, I listen to you.”

While he spoke, her mind to drifted back to the fun they’d had ice skating. The disc jockey played a few Christmas ballads and Asher had pulled her close. He’d held her by the waist as they circled the rink. Brooklynn melted into his arms and allowed him to lead; it felt like a fairy-tale.

She gazed into the face of her friend and wondered why he wasn’t in a relationship. You see, for the past two weeks, Asher had become everything she’d desired in a man. She couldn’t for the life of her understand why someone hadn’t snatched him up.

He wasn’t late for their dates. He opened establishment doors and car doors, pulled out chairs and never walked through a doorway in front of her. His conversation became lively and animated and whenever she phoned him, he didn’t rush her.

As she listened to him talk that night over their hot chocolate, Brooklynn wanted to ask so badly why Asher wasn’t taken. She decided against it for fear she’d abate the magic by talking about another woman. When she suddenly realized Christmas was only two weeks away, she had to work to conceal her sadness.

Brooklynn didn’t know who this romantic Asher was but she liked him and if she had her druthers, she’d keep him.

“What’s wrong?” His voice broke her thoughts.

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

He leaned in. “Because, you have tears in your eyes.”

“I do?” Her question was sincere.

“Yes, you do.”

She managed a smile. “I was just thinking about a couple of family members who’ve passed on; just missing them.”

Asher smiled. “Liar, liar pants on fire. Nose as long as a telephone wire.”

     Brooklynn sighed. “I’m okay. Just one of those moments a woman has every now and again.”

The look on his face told her he didn’t believe her, but he let it go. “I know you, Brooklynn. But if you say that’s what it is . . .”

Later that night, once home alone, she allowed her tears to fall. “Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I’ve only set myself up for more disappointment once the holidays are over. I’m going to end this after the Community Holiday Ball. I’ll do New Years with my family and friends.”


Chapter 4

      “What time shall I pick you up for the ball tonight?”

“Well, it starts at seven, so how about six. That way we aren’t rushed.

“Okay madam. Six o’clock it is. I’ll see you then.”

Brooklynn gave herself the once over after she’d dressed for the evening. Following a disciplined year of weight loss and healthy eating, the black sequenced gown she’d purchased last year fit like a glove.

“How do I look?” she asked her friend Brice who’d come over to help her dress.

“Girl you look fabulous! I can’t wait to see Asher’s face when he sees you.”

“Oh please girl,” Brooklynn gave Brice the side eyes. “He isn’t in the least bit interested in me.”

“Ummm hummm. I wouldn’t be so sure.”

At precisely six o’clock the doorbell rang. Brice attended to the ringing bell as Brooklynn prepared for her decent down the stairs.

“Girl, when he gets here, let me open the door for him and position him at the bottom of the stairs. I want you to make an entrance; like they do on TV,” Brice said once Brooklynn was completely dressed. “I want you to take those steps like a runway model.”

     “Brice, stop it!” Brooklynn chuckled.

     “Humph, please. You know that always seals the deal on TV. When he sees you descend those stairs like a queen, and you have a spiral staircase too!”

     Brooklynn laughed.

     “You just listen to Brice,” her friend said and winked her eye, “and you will see a side of, Mr. Asher that you’ve never seen.  


Asher stood at the bottom of the stairs just as, Brice had planned. When he finally saw Brooklynn, the sight of her stole his breath away. The limousine he’d rented for the night, left her breathless. Brice smiled as she closed and locked her girlfriend’s front door. She felt like a proud mamma hen sending her daughter off on a first formal.


The music was lively and the food delicious at the charity ball. Asher was ever the gentleman and attended to Brooklynn’s every whim. The two friends laughed and danced the night away. However, it seemed Asher avoided the slow songs until finally the DJ played a Christmas song by the late great Luther Vandross.

Asher stood and extended his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Yes, you may.” Brooklynn took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. He pulled her into his arms and placed a hand at the small of her back and drew her in closer. He took one of her hands in his and kissed it.

“Asher?!” The expression on Brooklynn’s face betrayed her confusion.

“Shhhhh . . . Just dance with me.” After a few seconds he began to whisper in her ear. “I’ve waited patiently to do this for five long years. You always saw me as your ride or die, but whenever I looked at you, I saw my future.”

Brooklynn tilted her head and looked him in the eye. Suddenly, they became the only two people in the room. “Really I―”

“Shhhhh . . . just listen. I love you, Brooklynn. I love the curve of your face and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. I love the sound of your voice and the sway of your hips when you walk. I love your mind and the prolific conversations we have whenever you’re bothered by something. I love your spontaneous nature.”

“Now,” he continued. “You’re probably dying to ask me why I never told you. Right?” She nodded because tears had choked her voice.

“I waited until now, because you weren’t ready before. I knew when you asked me to be your Christmas Boyfriend, you were ready to receive.”

The Luther Vandross song finished and so, Asher led Brooklynn out onto the facilities enclosed balcony to finish their conversation.

“Look, I know you and I’m aware you want to pound me with a million questions, but not tonight. We have plenty of time to discuss my decision to wait. I do, however, have a question for you.” He gently wiped the tears that cascaded down her cheeks.


“Am I correct in thinking you feel the same about me?”

Brooklynn smiled. “Yes, Asher I do feel the same way. I love you too.”

“Good.” He reached into his inside jacket pocket and removed a rectangular powder blue box. He handed it to her. “Open it.” Brooklynn gasped when she saw the beautiful white gold diamond tennis bracelet.

“Oh my gosh! Asher it’s beautiful! How did you know?!”

“Do you know how many times you’ve told me you wanted a tennis bracelet?”

Brooklynn looked at him and tilted her head. “And you heard me.”

“I always hear you.” He took the bracelet from her and slipped it on her wrist. “I don’t want to be your Christmas boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” She frowned.

“No, I don’t. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to be your boyfriend at all. I want to be your man. Will you be my woman?”

Brooklynn’s hand flew up to her mouth. As it did, her bracelet shimmered as it caught the lights from the decorated tree next to them. “Yes, yes I will!” she exclaimed.

The kiss that followed was more than she could have imagined. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she realized her one wish for Christmas had come true. And not only that, it had been with her all along, she only needed to open her eyes.


To be continued . . .

         Merry Christmas from my family to yours!  

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What’s In Your Glass?!

water bottleA few days ago, I was having a conversation with a friend about a test she had taken, she called to let me know she had passed. My response was, “I knew you would.” Well, she went on to give me all of the reasons why she may have failed. I listened and when she finished I said, “no matter what I go after whether it be a new job, car or certificate in something, I expect to get it. There is an ongoing question as to whether one’s glass is half empty or half full, well my glass is not half full, it’s full. I expect the best for myself and I anticipate the same for you.”

There was a time in my life, when I suffered from low self esteem. As a result of my woe-is-me attitude, I found myself surrounded by like-minded people. On the inside, I longed to escape this world of despondency, but it seemed the harder I tried, the deeper I sank. As new people moved into my circle, I became excited until I realized, they were toxic to my well being. The Law of Attraction is real.

I have spent years getting to know me and learning to appreciate my strengths as well as weaknesses. I know what I want and I have a written plan on achieving my goals. I now surround myself with others who are on the same path as me. Most of them are ahead of me in what they’ve accomplished and are willing to mentor me. A half full glass may be ideal for some, but I have a voracious thirst and would deplete the contents of a half full glass in a few swallows.

I refuse to allow setbacks to derail me, I merely regroup and begin again. I’ve learned this type of discipline from the people now in my life as well as my faith in God. Our best made plans don’t always work out in the timeline we set but that doesn’t mean they won’t workout.

Perhaps you’re in a state of frustration or maybe like my friend see the downside of a situation because things are rough right now. Well, please allow me to encourage you. Your thoughts as well as words have power; again I say, The Law of Attraction is real. Begin to refocus your mind and tell yourself you will succeed. See your glass as half full instead of half empty and then take it into the kitchen and fill it up, after all you’re going to need a lot to drink. In order to attain all life has for you, as The Most Interesting Man in The world says, you must “Stay thirsty my friends.”


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“If You Can’t Be The Sun Be A Star”

starAs a child my mother often used poetry to motivate me to complete a task or believe in myself if I were feeling doubtful. One poem she used to encourage me is “Be A Star If You Cannot Be The Sun” by the Late Douglas Malloch. The poem is far too long to quote here, but if you haven’t read it, may I suggest you do.

In this world where everyone wants to walk the red carpet, write a best selling movie or novel, or live the glamours life of the rich and famous, we forget that may not be the direction life has for us. Not everyone is cut out to be a leader, some of us are better suited for support staff, which is fine. I have found my abilities are stronger at coordinating and pulling projects together than leading. I’m a behind the scenes kinda person.

It may seem if we aren’t the biggest and brightest out there, we aren’t fulfilling our destiny. Well, where would the sun be without the moon and stars? We may not be world renown but we can still live equally if not more productive lives than those in the spotlight.

There are needs to be met right in our own backyards and communities. We can put our hands to the plow and make a difference right where we are. Organizations that feed the homeless, mentor at-risk youth, spend time with the elderly and forgotten to name a few would love to have our assistance.

The next time you feel as though you’re not as successful as you’d like because you aren’t an accomplished actress, or scientist.  You haven’t made the New York Times Best Seller List or won a Noble Prize, or maybe your name isn’t on the tongue of everyone you meet; take a walk outside on clear night and look up.

Our night sky is full of beautiful stars and a gorgeous moon. Those same stars and moon have guided many a lost sailor or hiker. They’ve provided comfort to to those separated from loved ones when they realize the person of their affection is gazing at the same sky. My point is, we all matter if we just believe we do. So, remember as my mother used to tell me, “If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail, IF YOU CAN’T BE THE SUN, BE A STAR; It isn’t by size that you win or you fail-BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU ARE!”


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For The Ladies: Rocking Your ShePower – Everybody Can’t Go Where God is Taking You.

broken road

The actual wording in the above mentioned quote is, “Baby, everybody can’t go where God is taking you.” It was said to me by my mother years ago when I came to her with concern over why a relative couldn’t receive the blessing I was trying to share.

We have a powerful act we gift to others called “paying it forward.” By “paying it forward,” we become a blessing to someone out of gratitude for being blessed ourselves. Now, here in lies the lesson. Not everyone can or will receive the blessing. There are times we will try and give to someone who is unable to accept for whatever reason. Some are afraid of success, some don’t want to come out of their comfort zone, and some are conditioned to believe life has nothing better for them than what they currently have.

In “paying it forward,” we must learn to accept that not everyone will receive with excitement, the gift we have. As we readjust our thinking and forge alliances with like-minded women and men in order to grow, some people in our circle will fall away. If these people are loved-ones or long time friends, it can be difficult to let go and sometimes we want to hold on, but as my mother said, “Baby, everybody can’t go where God is taking you.”

Letting go of people and sometimes things as we move forward can be uncomfortable for us but is necessary for growth. In advancement, we move from one level to the next. As we are elevated, we will encounter individuals of different calibers, each more competent in their field than the one before. These persons are placed in our path to guide as well as mentor us on our journey.

Those who climb mountains will tell you that the higher you climb the thinner the air becomes. I believe this is why only the Eagle flies as high as it does. Again I say, “Baby, everybody can’t go where God is taking you.” It takes a certain character, tenacity and fortitude to scale a mountain or soar on Eagles wings. As you Rock Your ShePower and go hard for your dreams, and forge collaborations with like-minded women and men, remember “Baby, everybody can’t go where God is taking you.”


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Savannah J is the author of Raising Tristan, the story of Shiloh Milner a gentleman who suddenly finds himself a single father after the mother of his newborn son abandons the baby at the hospital. Raising Tristan is available in paperback and eBook at and on Google Play Books at

She is also the author of The Prey, the story of J. Carter Woodson and man who finds himself the victim of a relentless stalker. The Prey is available in eBook on Amazon at and Google Play Books at

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For The Ladies: Stay The Course

MP900390480Greeting ladies! Today I would like to talk with you about our ambitions. I’m sure many of you have goals, plans and dreams. I’m also sure many of you are either working on or have fulfilled some if not all of your goals, plans and dreams. But there are some of you who may have lost hope in achieving your desires. Perhaps it’s because someone shot holes in your plans or you became confused as a result of too many voices offering you direction and it caused you to become discouraged. Whatever your reason for giving up, I’d like to encourage you to breathe life into your aspirations and then, Stay The Course. 

It’s very important when we are working on a project, that we surround ourselves with others who are on the same highway of thought. Equally important is finding a mentor or two willing to guide us in our quest. It can, however, become confusing when too many people offer advice. As my mother used to say, “Too many cooks spoil the stew.” Even more devastating are comments from the Nay-Sayers.

Nay-Sayers are those who for whatever reason, choose to tear down another’s dreams. I’m not sure the motivation behind their negativity, and frankly I don’t try to figure them out. I just know, if you want your plans to succeed, “run do not walk to the nearest exit” and get away from the Nay-Sayers.

Once you breathe life into your plans do not allow anyone or anything to turn you around. Ladies, Stay The Course; our goals are achievable. No matter how large or small, you can do it. I’m not saying it will be easy because anything worth having rarely comes easily, but it’s more than worth the struggle. So, stand up tall, square your shoulders, look life straight in the eyes and revitalize your ambitions and no matter what, Stay The Course. 


Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life.

Savannah J is the author of Raising Tristan, the story of Shiloh Milner a gentleman who suddenly finds himself a single father after the mother of his newborn son abandons the baby at the hospital. Raising Tristan is available in paperback and eBook at and on Google Play Books at

She is also the author of The Prey, the story of J. Carter Woodson and man who finds himself the victim of a relentless stalker. The Prey is available in eBook on Amazon at and Google Play Books at

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For The Ladies: Rocking Your ShePower!

FireworksLadies, ladies, ladies! There is no better time in history than now to be a woman. We are leading the way from the boardroom to the courtroom to the operating room to the classroom. Many of us are choosing with pride to stay home and educate our children in our homes. No matter where you find yourself at this time, rock your ShePower.

Perhaps you have a dream you’ve always wanted to fulfill but are waiting for the right time. I say to you, now is the time. If your dilemma is where to start, I can help with that. Begin by purchasing a journal to log your ideas and goals, you see a dream is just a dream until you write it down. Once a dream is written down and ideas are also penned on how to achieve the results you desire, your dream becomes a goal or plan.

The next thing you want to do is to align yourself with women who are already in or headed in the direction you desire to go. Remember you will only be as successful as the five closes persons in your circle. I’m not saying ditch your girls, if they aren’t living the dream you desire for yourself, what I’m saying is, you need two circles: a circle of friends and a professional circle of women who can mentor and show you how to reach your full potential.

As you formulate your plan to live your dream and rock your ShePower do your research and seek learning opportunities. It’s fine to attend free events or read articles online pertaining to what you want to do, but we get what we pay for. Establish a budget and take some classes on whatever it is you aspire to do. Attend networking events but keep in mind, networking involves more than handing out business cards. Approach women you don’t know, and introduce yourself with eye contact and a firm handshake; that action speaks confidence. If there are opportunities to mingle such as lunch breaks, etc use that time to sit with women you don’t know. The key is to build relationships.

I’m going to stop here for now. In my next post we will delve deeper into researching and formulating your plan for success. Be sure and follow my blog in order to stay informed of forthcoming postings. My intent is to pour into you as others have poured into me. Below are links to the websites and Twitter pages a few women who are rocking their ShePower. I am also sharing a link to a gentleman who has written a book on networking. (How many know there are men rocking their He-Power who can mentor us too) Please check our ladies and gentleman out as their wisdom is invaluable. Until next time, rock your ShePower!


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For the ladies: Shinning Stars!



Greetings ladies! I’d like to share with you about a wonderful transformation period, I’ve been growing through. During this time, I’ve been reflecting on what got me to this place and the necessity to move forward. I would like to share my journey with you in hopes it will both inspire and encourage you.

In order to understand my journey, let me take you back to the beginning. I was raised by a mother who believed in me from day one. She, along with my older sisters poured greatness into me, and like a sponge, I soaked it up. In my later years, however, my growth would be temporarily stunted as I would encounter young women who were apparently intimidated or made uncomfortable by my personality.  I was labeled as one who “thought I was cute,” or “thought I was better than everyone else.” This ladies, wasn’t the case at all but it was enough to stop me in my tracks. To further illustrate my point, consider this analogy.

There are billions of stars in the sky, some shine brighter than others but they all shine. Each of the stars has a purpose, just as God created each of us with a purpose. Some people are created to be leaders, while there are those who are placed in the auxiliary role. What we must understand is each role is important. Where would the President be without his Vice President and supportive staff. How could a General lead an army into battle without the backing of his soldiers. The young women I encountered back then were too immature to grasp that truth but more importantly, I allowed myself to succumb to the peer pressure and jealousy and tucked myself away.

As I embark on this new awaking in myself, one thing has become clear; the voices of discouragement and disparagement are not relegated to childhood alone.  We often hear the advice, to be careful with whom we share our plans, visions and goals. This, my dear sisters is pure truth.

I have found even in adulthood there are those who are so busy coveting their sister’s star, they can’t see the light emanating from their own. These women, perhaps struggling to deal with their own pain, will place a damper on someone else in order to feel good about themselves. If you’ve encountered this type of friend, it’s important to remove yourself from their company as quickly as possible. She may be a family member or close friend; it doesn’t mean you stop loving them, or even hanging out with them, it just means you must guard your heart. As we grow, it’s important to share our dreams and goals with like-minded individuals and those who are currently more successful than we. By doing so, we surround ourselves with positive energy.

As I mature and become comfortable in my skin and with who I am, I find doors are opening on a daily basis. I’ve embraced who God has created me to be and I no longer allow the negative opinions, stares or comments of others to deter me. “I have gone from zero to my own hero . . .” like the words in Katy Perry’s song “Roar.”

My diet has improved, I exercise three to four times weekly and I spend each morning in the Word of God. These are some of the steps I’ve taken to turn my life around and move in the direction God has for me and thereby fulfill the destiny my mother saw in me. I hope as you read my words, you will embrace your star and let it shine brightly and remember what God has for you is for you. Find your own truth and grab a hold to it. Spend time with you and your Higher Power (I choose to call mine God) and your inner star will guide you in the direction of growth unique to you.  Now, go get your blessings!


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Anatomy of A Stalker: Meet Arial Carrington, Asha’s secret weapon.

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There is an old saying that goes, “You saved the best for last.” Well, that’s exactly what we have done when it comes to me. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Arial Carrington and I’m Asha’s twin sister and her secret weapon. 

I’ve stood back and watched as my sister was disrespected and stigmatized over her love for Carter. He is such a hypocrite; living a clandestine life. By day he’s devoted to his so called love, Taryn but when the sun goes down he finds his way to Asha’s bed. Well, I’ve watched this charade long enough; I won’t remain quiescent any longer. It’s time to take action.

Poor Carter and his crew, he has no idea I exist. He’s about to get a rude awakening. Not only do I have plans to vindicate my sister but I’m bringing back-up, the twins Doniel and Dillon. Those two alone are a force to be reckoned with. 

Herein lie the lessons, Mr. Woodson is about to learn: 1. Never assume someone is alone just because you don’t see them with family or friends. 2. Don’t underestimate the resources available to anyone. 3. (This is the most important of all) All goodbyes ain’t gone, and all closed eyes ain’t sleep. In other words Carter, watch your back because I’m coming for you. 


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

Meet Arial Carrington in The Prey: Twins, And Then There were Two. Coming soon to Amazon, Kindle, Google Play Books and iBooks.

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:  and Google Play Books at: Coming soon to iBooks. The Prey is also available at The Book Nook 912 Canal Street Chesapeake, Virginia. 23323. Follow Savannah on Twitter @savana74


Anatomy of A Stalker: Asha Carrington has her final say.

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I find it amusing that everyone has an opinion about my relationship with Carter. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 1000 times, I’m in love with him and he’s in love with me. Carter’s just a little shy with his feelings which is why he keeps them under wraps, but when we’re alone, he holds nothing back. Our lovemaking is through the roof.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Carter and there’s nothing, he would withhold from me. The sooner his nosy brother, sister-in-law and the rest of his so-called crew get it through their heads, I’m not going anywhere, the better off they will be.

I think this is a good place to let you in on a secret.  Carter’s friends, Jude and Holmes came on to me. When I rejected their advances, both pleaded with me not to tell Carter. You should have seen the way they groveled and begged once I rebuffed them, although a romp in the bed with Jude was tempting. Yes, I’m not only desirable to my man but his buddies as well. Ha!

Now, here-in lies the finality of all things Asha and Carter. Our love is timeless and will transcend any criticism or attempt at thwarting it’s existence.  I said it once and I’ll say it again, so pay attention. I love Carter and Carter loves me. We will be together for the rest of our lives. Accept it people!

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.


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

Follow Carter Woodson’s harrowing experience with Asha Carrington in The Prey. Now available in eBook on Amazon at:  and Google Play Books at: Coming soon to iBooks. The Prey is also available at The Book Nook 912 Canal Street Chesapeake, Virginia. 23323. Follow Savannah on Twitter @savana74