There have been many infamous photographs taken during America’s dark time of racism. Among one happened not in the South but in the heartland—Marion, Indiana..
If you don’t first succeed then you try again. That old cliché’ still makes sense to this date. If you fail, get up and devise a plan B, C, D, and so on...
Temptation lurks like a waiting virus, grabbing you when you least expect it, ravishing your heart, mind, and soul—convincing you to take the easy way, instead of staying on the right path.
As of April 2012, Wickedly Sweet Ink has been officially renamed to Pink Noire Publications. It will still have its wickedly sweet, definitely unpredictable brand of literary storytelling...
The story-line between Zion’s Road and TJRB are similar but also not-so similar. Both have journeys of healing and redemption, but for the leading character in the novel, her journey will fall into two worlds. She will be trapped with confusion and feared of the unknown. Yet the lingering question throughout the plot – will her truths shattered any chance of redemption? Or whatever past she had hidden, will it stop her cold in her tracks? .
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His eyes clicked into a horrific rage and he lunged toward me. While I held the wet linen, he raised his hand up to the afta’noon light and slapped me out the chair. Warm blood oozed from my nose, and I crawled like a helpless dog to escape from his tempa.
“Woman, I said get my food!” he angrily snapped.
“Okay, okay, please don’t!”
“Don’t what, you stupid bitch? You don’t do shit ‘round here. It’s either suppa ain’t done in time or the house ain’t clean enough…You suppose to do what I say!”
I kept scootin’ on the rough, hardwood floor, still sore from his slap. He inched closer as he rambled on about what I was not doin’ in the house. With three daughters, a house to tend to, and bein’ a dressmaker for the high-society white women in town, I worked just as hard as he did. But, in eyes his, he didn’t think so. He called me lazy, even when doin’ our husband and wife things. Arthur said I was the worst he’d ever had. I’m bad ‘cause he forced himself on me anytime he wanted to. He got me hatin’ sex. Even the word makes me cringe. - SNEAK-PEEK DAYS: THE JOURNEY OF RUTHIE, COMING SUMMER 2013.
© Imani Wisdom, 2012
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