R.I.P. Stephanie

I cannot believe this happened again. I found out about Megan’s passing from Stephanie and now she’s gone too.

By Hook Or By Book


Hi everyone. This past week we lost another fellow blogger, Stephanie. Many of you know her blog TeacherofYA at http://teacherofya.wordpress.com Thanks to Lara at http://larakareem.blog we now know she passed away from a pulmonary embolism. I only knew Stephanie through WordPress where we shared our love of books. She was a passionate bibliophile and especially loved YA literature. She started her blog after she discovered her twelve-year-old niece was given a YA book to read that was inappropriate, by a bookstore employee. She wanted to assist readers in finding the perfect books for them whether it was through her blog or her teaching. She was a supportive blogging friend and I always enjoyed our discussions. She was a high school English teacher who loved her students and dreamed of writing her own book one day. She’s left us far too soon. I will miss Stephanie and my thoughts and prayers…

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SAAM: Survivor Story Pt 2

The Patchwork Diaries

I wish I hadn’t seen his struggle.

I wish I could look back and only remember the ugly times.

The times he abused me.

The times he neglected me.

The times he abandon me.

I wish I didn’t have to see the times he cried.

The times he was vulnerable.

The times he was scared.

The times he was human.

I wish I could only remember the monster.

I wouldn’t be left with the crippling doubt.

Was it the humanity protecting me in my weakest moments?

Or was it the predator, merely defending his prey?

I wish I didn’t see the difference between them.

Two souls, trapped in one body.

I wish I could hate him.

I wish I could blame him.

I wish… I wish… I wish.


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[Mini] Book Review: We’re Going to Need More Wine

We’re Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union



In the spirit of Amy Poehler’s Yes PleaseLena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl, and Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist, a powerful collection of essays about gender, sexuality, race, beauty, Hollywood, and what it means to be a modern woman.

One month before the release of the highly anticipated film The Birth of a Nation, actress Gabrielle Union shook the world with a vulnerable and impassioned editorial in which she urged our society to have compassion for victims of sexual violence. In the wake of rape allegations made against director and actor Nate Parker, Union—a forty-four-year-old actress who launched her career with roles in iconic ’90s movies—instantly became the insightful, outspoken actress that Hollywood has been desperately awaiting. With honesty and heartbreaking wisdom, she revealed her own trauma as a victim of sexual assault: “It is for you that I am speaking. This is real. We are real.”

In this moving collection of thought provoking essays infused with her unique wisdom and deep humor, Union uses that same fearlessness to tell astonishingly personal and true stories about power, color, gender, feminism, and fame. Union tackles a range of experiences, including bullying, beauty standards, and competition between women in Hollywood, growing up in white California suburbia and then spending summers with her black relatives in Nebraska, coping with crushes, puberty, and the divorce of her parents. Genuine and perceptive, Union bravely lays herself bare, uncovering a complex and courageous life of self-doubt and self-discovery with incredible poise and brutal honesty. Throughout, she compels us to be ethical and empathetic, and reminds us of the importance of confidence, self-awareness, and the power of sharing truth, laughter, and support.

This review is spoiler free. But I will give a content warning for anyone looking to read this book (which you should) because Gabrielle Union is a rape survivor and there is a chapter dedicated to that.


I’m very new to non fiction but I’m learning that I really love biographies.

I’ve been wanting to get this book since I heard about it. After I finally did, I used an Audible credit to also get the audiobook because Union narrates it herself.

There is a lot to be learned from her story and I highly recommend it to anyone but especially white people who consider themselves allies to POC.

Everything about it is fantastic. She is undeniably real and unapologetically black and I love that. It’s really nice to see influential black women embrace their blackness despite the fact that society constantly tells us to suppress it.

Go get this book and read it ASAP.

 5 stars.

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Book Review: 8th Confession (Women’s Murder Club #8)

8th Confession by James Patterson



Behind the doors of San Francisco’s grandest mansions, beautiful people party the nights away in a heady mix of money, drugs, drink and sex. But the rich and famous aren’t the only ones with the keys to these most exclusive of addresses, someone else is intent on crashing the party.


So I love these characters. I do. But a lot of them pissed me off in this one.

First of all, Lindsay had no right to interfere when she realized that Cindy and Richie had feelings for each other. Especially when she made Joe move to San Francisco with her and still didn’t accept his proposal. How the fuck do you consider cheating on the person who literally dropped everything for you?

Second, Rich is an asshole for getting mad that Lindsay was already in a relationship and didn’t return his affection so he goes and starts banging one of her best friends. Sure Rich and Cindy are good together and it’s good that Rich has someone so he can get over Lindsay but still.

Oh and yes they should have told her. Especially Richie.

Yuki’s reaction to finding out that Doc was intersex was awful. It’s not like it’s his fault that doctors were lazy and his parents were impressionable.

As for the cases, the fire thing was weird. Like there was zero motive, they were just psychotic.

To be honest, I’m glad that no one can be convicted in the Bagman case.

AND…..thank goodness Lindsay finally agreed to marry Joe.

4 stars.

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Parents Should Understand Their Children…



“You are just a child. You do not have any idea about how difficult life really is. You know nothing.” Oh, really? I truly disagree. No matter how young a person is the fact remains that he is a human being. A kid may understand less than adults do, but that does not at all mean they do not understand anything. Even a baby knows when his mother forgets to feed him.

Parents which do not communicate with the child

My point is parents should respect more their children’s thoughts. Parents should genuinely listen to and understand their children and not impose on them their own thoughts and values. Let them use God’s gift of intellect and free mind, and exercise their critical thinking. Parents are there to guide their children, not command them to always do this and that. If parents would recognize more their children’s individuality and capacity to think on their own, this barrier will…

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Sitting down in Starbucks

For all of you who still somehow think that racism doesn’t exist, go ahead and explain this……I’ll wait

Coalition of the Brave

So I saw this on Twitter just now… if you can arrested for doing absolutely nothing other than being black, then it goes to show how deep the problem of racism is.

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SAAM: Survivor Story Pt 1

Careful reading this one because you will cry

The Patchwork Diaries

The memories are missing but the pain is still there. I can remember before and after but none of the in-between. I’ve been warned that over time I’ll remember more. It will be hard but as my brain gets older the block will whither. As will the the blocked out memories of my dad beating up my mom.

I was so small, around 7 years old. My brother came home from playing basketball with a friend, Ray. My brother and Ray are in the living room whispering and giggling.

I lay curled up next to my mom in my long oversized tshirt. That’s what I always wore around, just a single extra large tshirt and my Barney panties. I was feeling sleepy and was just about to doze off when my brother told me to follow them, they had something to show me.

I fumbled around, drowsily, behind my brother…

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