Monthly Archives: April 2012

Are you hungry?


Well, these couple of weeks have been very trying.  One thing that has been reinforced over the past month is the promise of Death.  We all have been suffering losses.  Please know that Joy will come in the Morning!!!

Tonight; however, I want to talk about hunger.  In my mind, there are three types of hunger:  Physical, Mental, and Spiritual.

Which one are you right now?

Earlier today, I was experiencing “physcial” hunger.  I wanted to eat some Terriyaki Chicken Lo Mein.  My body hungered for this.  This hunger did not stop until I went to the mall, placed my order, and started to stuff my face in what was probably a not so lady-like manner.  Once I was done, I was satisfied. However, it was not for long.  Right now, I hunger for a fried bologna sandwich with extra mayo.  My hunger was not satisfied until I stopped writing this blog and headed to the kitchen…but now I am back and my physical hunger has been fulfilled…until the A.M. 

Are you physically hungry right now?

Now, the second type of hunger is mental hunger.  The hunger for knowledge.  The hunger for money.  The hunger for fame.  The hunger for respect.  I could go on for days.  Now, to me, this type of hunger is not so easily satisfied.  We often hunger for more knowledge, but do not have the funds, time, initiative or other important means to access knowledge.  We begin to starve when we don’t get it.  We hunger for financial prosperity, but we lack the hunger for the patience to work our way from the ground up in the company, open up a savings account and wait for the interest to accrue, consult a financial advisor and wait to see how he advises you to set up your accounts,  wait on the Sunday paper to clip a coupon, and so forth and so on.  So what happens, we STARVE.

Last, but not least, is the Spirtual hunger.  This is the hunger that takes the least amount of energy to satisfy.  Your spirit becomes filled by reading the word of God.  Your spirit becomes filled by singing Amazing Grace How Sweet the Sound.  Your spirit becomes filled the moment you close your eyes and say Lord, quinch my thirst and ease these hunger pains.  Your spirit becomes filled by looking at a mustard seed and saying, “Lord, I have the FAITH.  Now, feed me.  Give me food to fill my belly, give me the knowledge to be financially responsible over the talents that you have given to me, give me the Word to fill my spirit with joy. In turn, I will spread that joy. Yes, with spiritual hunger….you will never, never, never, STARVE: Physically, Mentally, or Spiritually.

So, again, are you hungry?

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Posted by on April 29, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Ways to Love

You know. I have realized that life is to short to let a day go by without letting the people in your life know how much you love them.  In these recents months, I have loss several of my sorors and now my uncle Rob.

I have dealt with very painful losses, my big daddy, my granny, my aunt Jeanette, and now, her husband, my uncle Rob.

So, my topic today is how to love.

Love hard! Make sure you don’t let the sunrise or sunset without telling the people you care about that you love them!

Love real! God is love. He said love they neighbor. Do not let people steal your joy and keep you from loving your brother.

Love in spite of! People may have wronged you…love them. Family may do things you don’t approve of…love them. People may plot on you…love them. People may throw stones…love them.

Love God First! For if you love God first, then it will be so much easier to love yourself and others.


Posted by on April 28, 2012 in Uncategorized


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In Memory of Carla


Today is dedicated to the memory of soror Carla Frye Williams, who will be laid to rest in Luray, VA.  May your soul rest in peace! You will be greatly missed.

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Posted by on April 23, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Can’t Hold Water

Why are secrets so tempting to tell? Have you ever been told that you can’t hold water? Have you ever said that someone else can’t hold water? Has someone ever told you that you are the only one they have told? They would then follow up with the phrase, ‘if I hear it again, then I know it was you who told it’. This really makes me laugh. Why? Well, because you know that they told three other people the exact same thing 5, 10, and 15 minutes earlier.

So, the next time you have a secret that you must tell, take a look in the mirror and tell yourself! You know it will be safe!

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Posted by on April 19, 2012 in Uncategorized


The Promise of Joy!

Greetings everyone!  I am writing this post tonight in the memory of my sorority sister, Carla Frye-Williams.  My soror was killed yesterday, along with her 1 year old daughter and grandmother.

I just want to talk about The Promise of Joy.  In an effort to comfort a grieving friend, family member, or co-worker, have you ever heard someone say, ‘just remember that weeping may endure for a night, but joy will come in the morning’?  I know that I have said it. I just said it to my soror’s family. It seems to flow so easily out of the mouth when you want to comfort the grief stricken. We all know that this is God’s word.  However, when I reflect upon His word, I thought about how I reacted when my grandfather died (I was about 11), my granny died (I was in my early 20’s), and when my auntie died (I was in my early 30’s).  Well, I really don’t remember everything being okay in the morning.  As a matter of fact,  I don’t remember being okay for days or even the next couple of months after their deaths.

So, I ask, does joy really come in the morning?  Well, this is how I feel, God’s word is what it is.  It is Good.  It is always Final.  God did say joy will come in the morning.  However, I remember a sermon that my pastor preached one Sunday.  In summary, he said that joy will come in the morning, but God did not indicate that it would be the next morning, the next, or the next.  Nevertheless, he did say that it would come.  Now, after saying that, I can say that my joy did come.  The pain is no longer there; only the memories.  The good memories.  The funny memories. The JOYFUL memories.

We were given the gift of life, but we were promised death.  I want to say to all who have loss someone that your joy will come in the morning.  It may be tomorrow morning, it may have been yesterday morning, it may be tomorrow morning, but two years from now.  Just know that the joy will come and when it does EMBRACE it.  When you EMBRACE it, you will be embracing God’s word…Weeping my endure for a night, but joy (joy) will come in the morning (Psalms 30:5).  The sorrow is only temporary, but God’s grace, love, and mercy is ETERNAL.  God bless and my prayers go out to the family of my sorority sister, Carla Frye Williams.


Posted by on April 18, 2012 in Uncategorized



I know sometimes I am not inspired to write…especially when it comes to my poetry.  Usually, I can look, hear, smell or even taste something that will inspire me to write about it…lately, nothing!

What do you do to get yourself inspired to write again?


Posted by on April 18, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Meet Priscilla Davis

Hello Everyone! Here is a sneak peek into When It Rains, It Pours. This is the rough draft of the first chapter. Please use the rate/comment feature to give me some feedback. Thanks again.

Have you ever heard of the cliché, when it rains, it pours? Well, in my life, the rain is always in the form of a hurricane. Unfortunately, I have learned to settle. I often ask myself, how much more of this do I have to take?
I wake up every morning, look around, and I ask myself, why me? Where did I go wrong? I look back on the opportunities that I had and how I pissed them all off. I took those precious opportunities for granted. If I could change the decisions that I made, then I would. Grandma would always say ‘the decisions that you make now will affect your future!’ I would just look at her and smile. I should have listened to my grandmother. Her wisdom will forever be with me; although her soul has gone on to heaven. It will be two years in January since her passing. I am now 22 years old and alone.
You know, since I am reflecting, I realize that it is so easy to talk about things in hindsight. I decided early on that I was going to college to take up Business Administration. I would have been a first generation college student. My grandmother had such high hopes for me. If it were not for grandma Cecelia, my maternal grandmother, who raised me since the age of four, I would have ended up an orphan. My mother passed away from a heroin overdose and my father, Antonio, is in prison for selling the drugs that ultimately killed my mother. He got 15 years to life for drug charges. I would often ask about my father, but my grandmother would say, ‘baby, if you don’t have nothing good to say about a person, then don’t say nothing at all.’ After a while, I just stopped asking her. Now, I only have two memories of my mother. The first one is when I caught her in the bathroom with one of my belts tied around her arm. She had a syringe needle in her left hand and was beginning to insert it into her arm. She looked up and saw me and said, ‘little girl, didn’t I tell you to knock before coming in the bathroom!’ She told me to get out in the most hateful tone that a mother could ever use towards her child. Her tone was so harsh that I remembered running to my room sobbing. The second memory of my mom was the vision of her lying in her coffin, decked out in a violet lace dress, pearls, white gloves, and a matching violet hat with a veil. Violet was her favorite color. However, I had nightmares for weeks after her funeral. People somehow did not understand why I did not harbor ill feelings towards my mother. I loved her. It did not matter to me that she was a crack head. When people ask me why, I tell them that she was my mother. You know, some parts of me were glad that she was dead. My philosophy, at the time, was at least I knew where she was at night.
Nevertheless, I still lay here, looking up at the ceiling and continue to wonder why my life ended up in shambles. I wonder if I could have done something differently. All I can say is that hindsight is truly 20/20…. MORE TO COME!!!!

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Posted by on April 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

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