The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

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Yes ladies and gentlemen…it is that time of year again. School is back in session for the Galaxy Boys. I love it. After a summer of staying up all night long..sleeping in late… not having a thing to do… they’re finally back on a schedule. Related imagewhich means I am back on a schedule. Sure.. this means PTO meetings…SAC meetings.. DAC and TAC meetings but   Image result for challenge accepted.  I thought I would be back on my schedule yesterday but alas.. no. The school I planned on sending my son to somehow didn’t have his paperwork. It was a special program for kids but it was set at a traditional school. I sent email after email.. follow up with followup stating in the subject line..”Are we set”… “Do you need anything else?” And each time the director assured me everything was okay. Well guess what?Image result for i was wrong

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I had two kids at one high school orientation across town, my son at this other orientation… both from 8-10 and then a middle school orientation from 10-12 where my husband and I are on the PTO and we spent the time outside in the hot sun trying to get people to join the PTO.  Which btw… trying to get parents to stop by our PTO table …. Image result for i don't see you I baked cookies just to get the parents with kids to stop by. (Don’t get me started on the one kid who helped himself to 6 cookies.. I mean he had so many cookies he couldn’t even hold them in his hands!) But as the parents walked by I reminded them the PTO (Parent Teacher Organization) is for 30 minutes once a month AND WE FEED YOU!!! Sigh.

But back to Friday.. and spending 2.5 hours at one school… by Monday.. the same lady in the office where I spent 2 hours looked at me yesterday and said.. “Oh.. the directors of that program don’t fail to tell parents that the child has to actually enroll.” DUDE!!!! YOU forgot to tell me this while I waited in your office and could have filled that information out and picked up that info on Friday! And she even remembered me sitting there on Friday and being there for so long. We pulled him out of the school… but did we really since he was never enrolled?  But whatever.. Now 3 of my high school boys will attend the same school and my 2 middle school boys… who couldn’t be more opposite… Are going to be in every single class together this year. All advanced classes. I had to remind them it’s because they’re so smart.

Well.. it’s time for me to finally get back to work. Until next time!!




Confessions of an RWA Virgin

That might be the last time you see my name associated with virgin…. but anyway…

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I attended the annual RWA (Romance Writers of America) this year. Prior to going I saw lots of comments and posts about attending and people saying how they looked forward to meeting people. I was so excited. I mean finally! I was going to get to meet these people that I became Facebook friends with and shared intimate details about my hectic life.

Like everyone else… I was excited… that quick-pulse excited feeling you get when you’re next in line at the county fair for the fastest right. And if this were a fair and a line … I did something I’ve never done before.Image result for scary roller coaster rides I chickened out.

Again… let me reach into my bucket of excuses.

I like to put things at school grade levels to give an idea. Y’all know the hierarchy I’m talking about.

I will equate RWA to my 10th grade year at boarding school—but for a moment just imagine RWA as the new school that goes 7th through 12th. When I first arrived at boarding school I remember seeing these really cool girls. We all had to wear uniforms yet somehow they managed to make their plaid skirts, penny loafers and cardigans look cool. So when I saw how awesome these RWA authors were together, I had them in my mind like the popular upperclassmen. Related image They walked around in their cool spiky heels and I kid you not… a heavenly clouds parted through the crowd. They were every John Hughes 80’s movie of cool crowds–the kind of people you wanted to hang out with, be friends with, or even be like. Related imageImage result for the craft gifRelated image

First day of the conference… The cool kids—I would put them at 10th or 11th grade with drivers’ licenses and being able to go off campus for lunch—sat on a welcoming committee in all fabulousity. Image result for fast times at ridgemont high  I lost my nerve to be like… “Hey! We are FB friends”…Because upon seeing them… I realized pretty much everyone on FB knew who they were.

But that was okay… some of the other folks I knew who were goingRelated image…. Well let’s just pretend we’d gone to summer camp together before I started this “new school” and we were all like.. yay! Cool! We’ll be at the same school.

<True story—I had the Joneses who lived across the street from me before I really did start 7th grade. I would hang out with them every summer when I came to visit my dad… and on the first day of school.. the girls did not acknowledge me at all. Strange… but I realized it was a their issue and didn’t want to be seen with me for one glaring obvious reasonImage result for iggy judy blumeImage result for sweet valley highImage result for sweet valley high the new girl>

Anyway-back to my tale of my first RWA. In no way do I mean to accuse anyone of anything. These are strictly my over exaggerated insecurities. But people drove to town together. They took flights together. They shared rooms! They had their own agenda and didn’t need me tagging along. Related image

I saw posts about “hey who wants to get drinks?” And me being my confident-internet-self agreed to drinks, meeting up, and lunch, and all other kinds of things. But when no one passed on any contact info & I saw these folks out and about with their new fabulous friends I was like.. Image result for invisible me“Oh, uh.. okay you wanted drinks or whatever with anyone else but me.”

Some of my friends stopped and asked how it was going ….sure I said I was horrified .. but left it at that because I didn’t want to be THAT girl. Image result for pity party gif


Image result for never been kissed gifI wore a tag that indicated I was a first timer… I was sure—thanks to the welcoming committee— it would be an ice breaker or conversation-starter for first timers. In my imagination someone fabulous would say.. “oh you’re new here, come sit with me” And then I would have lifelong friends…. But it didn’t happen like I imagined. I sat down Image result for writing and wrote—because this is an event for authors.


Image result for never been kissed gifI attended a pajama party and I wanted to wear my pajamas but chickened out because I would have to walk this long trek across the hotel. So I didn’t. I attended the party and no one else wore pajamas…whew! And then I saw her… a pretty blond in guess what?! Pajamas! I loved her instantly in the sense of… omg I could totally see myself calling you up and crying over a scene I’m trying to write… but of course I couldn’t tell her that.

By the 2nd day I was like.. whatever. I’m just here for the lessons, publishing houses and books ….oh yes the books!Image result for books my precious gif




I sat in these workshops and listened to the authors on the panels and felt I finally found my friends. I wanted to be friends with THEM! They got me. They understood the anxiety of deadlines. They knew the guilt for feeding your kids pizza and the shame when the 5 boxes of pizza hit the curb for the neighbors to see. I took comfort in knowing I wasn’t the only one who is introverted and just wants hide in a room and write rather than socialize.

Image result for new kid in the lunchroom I skipped the luncheon (I paid for it in the registration) because the room was crowded… tables were shoulder to shoulder and there was no way I could possibly sit down at an empty seat next to groups of people who traveled out of state together for this conference. A few of the kids from my “summer camp” suggest I just sit down somewhere (which I interpreted as sit somewhere else just not near me). So I ate my hamburger by myself at a bar seated across from another author on one side and a group of more popular kids… let’s just refer to them as the Related imagemythical angel club to my left (editors—yes I eavesdropped—and you know good and well I wasn’t going to open my mouth and talk to them!)

Later on that evening after a pep-talk from my hubby who asked WWYCD (what would your character do) and I swallowed my pride, donned my long yellow gown and headed over. I didn’t let the broken escalator stop me. Although I was tempted to turn around.Image result for new kid I walked right into the room and found a table of ladies and asked if I could sit and they all welcomed me. They were from Dallas. One of them bought a bottle of champagne for the table and I started to feel a lot better and included.Image result for popping champagne gif Thank you for that!!





Back to the hierarchy of this event… There were the upperclassmen seniors (not age) I got to hug and talk to Ms. Bev


and I got to see and hug RITA Finalist Synithia Williams 20374506_10210941181983081_5730909337333444079_n


Oh! And let’s not forget

BTW.. someone saw a picture of me at this party with Ms. Bev (previously posted above), Brenda, and Farrah Rochon and commented… “Three of my favorite authors”……. um Image result for chopped liver meme



By Friday I still had the mentality of being here for the books and workshops  Image result for college classes gifBUT…I was able to smile and the now somewhat familiar faces. It helped to walk through the lines to get autographed books and talk to people who encouraged me. I developed a girl crush on another one of the ladies in the cool kids group simply by her to-die-for shoes (that’s normal, right?)

Image result for rush week gifI attended the publishing houses and looked at it like Rush Week (y’all know my Kimani line is ending the end of 2018).


I attended my current publishing house’s annual party Related imageand ran into a fellow friend from on line and was brought into the circle. Look…. We even did a group picture20294017_10210945175522917_8952633838902596147_n I met up with other with the fabulous authors

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Christy Jeffries 20374441_10210945252604844_3383639917255971781_nYahrah St. John  20293153_10210941182823102_2597671586539355655_n

Taryn Leigh Taylor   20525417_10210945646054680_8646361132919551618_n and Katie Meyer

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And I saw my in-my-head-BFF who said the magical three words …

Dance. With. Me.

Here is the in-my-head-BFF. Her kindness.. and my imagination really helped me overcome my insecurities and introvert-ism (that’s a thing, right?) Thanks Chica!!



I danced until the end of the party.

By Saturday morning I entered workshops with a bit more pep in my step. I even had a few people tap me on the shoulder and say hey and sit down next to me like we’re friends (which by now we are).

Needless to say by the end of the conference I wasn’t as overwhelmed.  I survived and I came home with A TON OF BOOKS

New Knowledge

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And great places to look for dresses!

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Until next time!

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I Don’t Want to Talk About “It”…

I entered a relationship… not just any relationship. I landed one of the most sought-after c50-shades-penatches of the times. And I am grateful to have been chosen. I felt special. I slept with my ego being stroked. Lil’ ol’ me never thought I was deserving of this relationship.

I’m not glamorous. I’m not educated. I’m not fancy. And I can be quite a bit of a bitch. I was not his only lady. But I knew this. she-devil-poster2_4033

I entered it knowing in the back of my mind I wasn’t the only one. I see the business transactions. I see the wining and dining the other ladies get. I see the proud family portraits come across my timelines. I don’t say anything because… who am I to cough up demands of exclusivity?images (4)

I feel guilty for being jealous. I feel conflicted. I mean… Like I said…I knew what I was getting in to.

But still I persisted (had to say it)…hoping—praying he could adore me as much as I adored him.  I thought I had enough love for the both of us. We had children together. FIVE! I knew we could make things work. Hell… I am basically pregnant with our 6th and we planned for ten.

With each child we created together…our friends all supported us with congratulations. We had this perfect life. I thought you were proud of me. I thought we were going somewhere. I thought I was worthy. 50291443

Screen_shot_2012-10-08_at_1.13.51_PMAnd then to find out in a general email….

I’m going through the Five Stages of Grief (my own version)…stemming with inappropriate responses or nervous  humor ……CIbuMk7VEAAUVAV

Mixed with sarcasm…. you know… maybe if he’d wined and dined and show me off like he did the other ladies.. we’d still have a chance…wine-and-dine-300x200

Our friends were hearing it at the same time. You and I are no longer. The calls came. The “how are ya doing?” texts. Folks inquiring about what was actually said. And then the … “I knew it” “I could have told her” started coming around.

We’ve been officially together for a year and a half now and over the course of time I have learned a lot. I can’t do anything about the breakup.

I’ll hold my head up 6358383131744844951659630700_tumblr_mybbqup5g81qaedvuo3_r2_250high with dignity and remember the one thing I have learned… I am worthy.

In the meantime….I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to write.

Let’s see if this is one situation I can find the romance.clark-griswold-wheres-the-tylenol

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Will is fighting to keep his family legacy afloat. He’s going back to basics at Ravens Cosmetics, leaving no time for romance or Zoe’s avant-garde ideas. But despite his intentions, he finds himself falling deeper under Zoe’s sensual spell. Amid the chaos caused by company sabotage, can both their career dreams and passionate fantasies come true?


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Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone. Celebrate the memories. Happy-Mothers-Day-2014-Flowers

christmas with karen Being an adoptee, I’ve never the best of luck with mothers in any form..(bio..adopted..step)… 960but you only have one….. well .. in my case you have like three. What I have learned from all my moms is how NOT to be a certain way…. how to break a cycle… and for that I am thankful.  I am also thankful for the friends who have shared their moms with me and my family and treated us like your own. THANK YOU! Family-isnt-always-blood.-Its-the-people-in-your-life-who-want-you-in-theirs-The-ones-who-accept-you-for-who-you-are.-The-ones-who-would-do-anything-to-see-you-smile-who-love-you-no-matt11043180_10203190317193180_1578386916345886698_n13342882_10207472542669266_6256707284167832283_n