The Help. Amazing. Amazing. Amazing. Beautifully written fiction. It is hard to believe the debut author, Kathryn Stockett got rejected by 45 publishers before Putnam finally took a chance & their “little” book blew up to be a BIG N.Y. Times Best-Seller with a movie on the way —I cannot wait! 🙂 Last year, one of my bestest buds, Marla kept recommending it. “What is it about again?” I’d say. “Black maids to white women in Mississippi, set in the 60’s? ... Read more
I recently wrote a guest post on the systematic injustice of abortion for Rev. Dr. Brenda Salter-McNeil’s blog. (It’s about how the abortion rate for black women far exceeds other groups, and how Margaret Sanger’s early plan to eliminate the black race through abortions is working). I know abortion can be a controversial subject, but since when have I allowed controversy to scare me out of making things known that are completely crappy in the world? In particular, I’m passionate... Read more
Hip-hop hooray hoooooooo heeeeey hoooooo…. the next official gabbingwithgrace Book Club launches right here on Friday, October 1! Weeeeee! 🙂 Sooooo, I confess: I tried so hard not to like the Pussycat Dolls or their infamous song, “When I grow up, ” but that beat was just too doggone catchy! (Lyrics: I’ve got a confession, when I was young I wanted attention and I promised myself that I’d do anything at all for them to notice me…when I grow up... Read more
On 9/11, I have a vivid image of my husband bounding into our bedroom, swinging open the door and yelling, “Gracee, wake up! We are at war!” My 1st thought, of course was nuclear war. I thought we had days, hours, perhaps even minutes to live. (I know I’m such a drama queen, but seriously who says ‘we’re at war’?) My experience that day was unlike most. In short, my reaction was extremely complex. At length, I was confused, angry,... Read more
The other day I was exchanging my old, torn wallet for my new $10 bright red Wal-Mart wallet. (Weeeeeee) My inquisitive 4.5 yr. old, Ransom was watching patiently when he finally came out & said, “Mama, I don’t just want lots of money I want credit cards too.” Dave & I were cracking up as he smiled in joy that he managed to say something we thought was funny without him even trying. My hubby then playfully scolded me for... Read more
…and truth be told, still don’t even really understand how the game is played… or what the big deal is… or why it’s even fun to have other 300 pound people pile all over you, then here’s the golden ticket… Apparently, today is the 1st day of the NFL season. If your husband slash boyfriend slash boo-bear just LOVES him some football and he knows that you could care less, you can SUPRISE HIM in a big way by doing... Read more
goodbye goodbye blue goodbye sun goodbye blue created by the sun goodbye summer goodbye fun goodbye blue, sun and fun goodbye summer. At a cool 64 degrees today… We miss you all ready. Read more
Not a day goes by that Dave & I don’t live with the consequences of car accidents. When my husband, Dave was a teeny-bop he was in a deadly car accident. One of the kids in the crash never went back to functioning and passed away a few years ago. Dave was left with severe back & neck pain, trouble sleeping, inability to concentrate & a myriad of other issues that make our life more complicated. At 18, my little,... Read more
Back in the day (pre-marriage, pre-babies, pre-bachelor’s degree –in other words when I still had a “normal” amount of free time), I worked for Red Lobster. No, this wasn’t my worst job, but I thought it was. You see, as a waitress I cried. A lot. My face would flush red with heat whenever anyone -mostly attitudinal women- would give me a giant attitude problem for something that was far beyond my control like not having enough clean silverware. I... Read more
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