Monday, February 27, 2012

Sunday Scribbling: #308 Modern



Searching for
that someone,
looking for true love.
Will you be my valentine?
Those words I've never heard.
Finally,
I realized
I was looking
at the problem wrong.
Love doesn't come
in a bouquet of roses
or a Hallmark card.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Love, love, love Gabourey Sidibe

My first introduction to the beautiful Ms. Gabourey Sidibe was her 2009 debut performance in the heartbreaking movie, Precious, based on the novel, Push, by Sapphire. Unbelievable performances and much deserved Oscar win for Mo'Nique (Woot woot!). If you haven't read the book or seen the movie, put them both on the top of your to-do list. Just make sure to have a box of tissues by your side.

A native of Brooklyn, New York and raised in Harlem, Sidibe had no interest in acting after witnessing her mother's financial struggles with singing. While pursing a psychology degree, she received a call from a friend about the Precious audition, ended up skipping class and the rest was history. Sidibe can now be seen on the Showtime series, The Big C, starring Laura Linney.


Then came along the 2010 Elle cover controversy. At the time I had a free subscription, and I remember my initial reaction when I received my copy was, "how awesome that not only does the cover have some color, but a size other than anorexic." I didn't notice, however, the lightening touch-up, until the news coverage.

Friday, February 24, 2012

I Wish Video





I finally completed my video entry documenting the inspiration for my picture book submission, I Wish, to The Rare Children's Storybook Project for MarbleRoad to promote awareness for Rare Disease Day 2012.

This entire process has been emotionally and physically exhausting, stirring up raw feelings surrounding my father's death.  But there is light within the darkness, if you let it in.  Through this and all my experiences, I'm constantly reminded to be grateful for all I have and to share my love, not only with family and friends, but with the whole world.

hug someone you love,
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sunday Scribblings: #307 Wit



I am wit,
and you, my love, are grace.
Together we make
a delightfully delectable pair.

The Hunger Pains Trailer: Must See Book Parody

First Harry Potter [LOVED it], followed by Twilight [eh,] and now the Hunger Games is going from mega selling kids book to the big screen. Again, it is proven that children/young adult writers are extremely talented and write amazing, page-turning stories that kids of all ages can enjoy.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

video


Spread some love & happiness today.  And don't forget to include yourself!


hugs & kisses,
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Monday, February 13, 2012

Carry On Tuesday #144

This post is in response to the weekly prompt at Carry On Tuesday #144


Sprawled on the couch. Haven't showered in days. Three to be exact. My eyes keep glancing at the cell phone. Nothing. I check my inbox again. Nada. My head swings toward the door. Wait? Was that a knock? No, just Thumper's tail wagging and hitting the hard wood floor again.

C'mon, any minute now.

Mr. Whiskers has reverted to glaring at me, matched with a low growl since meowing and leg rubbing hasn't worked the past two days. Don't know how much longer I'll be able to call in sick. The kids just kiss my check on their way to school and before going to bed. My wife has given up calling me to the dinner table and just hands me a plate instead.

But I just can't take the risk of not being here when that opportunity arrives. What if I miss that second chance?

don't let time pass you by...
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sunday Scribblings: #306 Rest



When I saw today's writing prompt, rest, many ideas flooded my mind. But which one to focus on?

After a fabulous weekend visit with my friend, Gigi, (out late dancing, drinking, laughing and just enjoying life), my body has crashed, feeling nauseous and demanding much needed rest.

What does the rest of my life have in store? Career, love, choices galore. It's exciting and somewhat nerve-racking to know that every decision I make shapes my story, from fantasy (daydreaming about my prince charming) to contemporary (the decor of my new apartment) to horror (the fine lines that remain when I stop smiling). When I turn the page, what's next?

Rest: my body sends the signal when I try to push thru more than it can handle -- running the Marine Corps Marathon or hiking a mountain in Africa.

But what I finally decided to write on, what my mind kept going back to, was Whitney Houston.

As a girl growing up in the '80's, there was absolutely no way that I couldn't be influenced by the gorgeous pop star. My first introduction was in 1985 to the song and video, How Will I Know?, splashes of pastel paints and that crazy Minnie Mouse bow.

My all-time favorite song was I Wanna Dance with Somebody. The oh-so obvious weave; much more splashes of color with paint, lights and tight dresses; that awesome red, black & white salsa ruffle skirt - which I would love to rock at '80's dance night [note to self - thrift shop trip!].

Of course, there were many more hits over the years (the remake of Dolly's, I Will Always Love You the most soulful & beautiful), movies (Waiting to Exhale - awesome!), drugs ("Crack is Whack") and drama. But as I reminisce and what I couldn't appreciate as a child, I realize that Whitney was the first current black pop star that my friends in elementary school also listened to and loved.

Creating art: music, prose, dance, whatever your passion. It breaks barriers created by race, socioeconomic status, religion, sexual orientation, etc. Regardless of your background and belief, if you close your eyes and listen to Whitney sing, there's no denying that her voice inspires, sparkles, and is full of heart, soul, fun and passion.

So, rest in peace Miss Whitney. Your music will live on.



this post inspired by the Sunday Scribblings Prompt: #306 Rest

be inspired and sparkle for the world to see!
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Friday, February 10, 2012

3 Word Wednesday CCLVIII



This post is in response to the three word Wednesday prompt (control, flesh, razor)

Sasha was feeling out of control, in that reckless, wake up the next morning "where the hell am I?" kind of way. Her bloodshot eyes scanned the club, hunting for prey. Spotted: tall, built brother rocking on the dance floor.

She wobbled with the music, closing in on the kill. Forget about that prick, Thomas, her mantra for the night. But the pain seared as if her heart torn open with a rusty razor blade.

Sasha gyrated next to her conquest, leaving no question that she was for the taking.

He grinned and followed her rhythm with his pelvis. He inched his way closer until they moved as one. She drowned in his musky scent. He brushed his thick lips across her neck, her flesh eager with anticipation.

He whispered in her ear, "Want to go back to my place?" She nodded. Anything to erase the past five wasted years and feel alive again.

write on!
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Single and Ready to Settle



Saw this video on Danielle's Black Snob blog post and not only did her words resonate with me, but this song has been in my head ever since. [And here I was thinking I stumbled across a cool new song and it's been out since 2010. I guess that's what happens when you have a day job...] which I'm working hard at molding into my passion. No more accounting, I am a writer [say out loud and with confidence!]

And I was a bit jealous when Danielle listed all the wonderful directions her career was going: regular columnist with Essence, a book deal, wrote & shot a TV pilot, on CNN and NPR, blah, blah, blah. But then there's this part of her that longs for that special someone to settle down with and raise a family. And with V-day around the corner, I'm once again reminded that I'm single and alone.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Carry on Tuesday #143

This post is in response to the weekly prompt at Carry On Tuesday #143


This is the life I wanted, and I could never see
that I am the creator of my reality.

I long for my soul-mate,
to be showered with romance;
someone to love me, more
than a sexual advance.
Days, months, even years fly by
no prince charming in sight.
Loser dates, empty hook-ups
occupy Friday night.

Finally, I understand,
life reflects my action.
When I hold high self esteem,
life's full of satisfaction.
Surrounded with love and
drowning in hugs and kisses.
Hand-in-hand with "the one"
My Ms. becomes a Mrs.

I lead the life I want because I finally see,
that I am the creator of my reality.




happy writing,
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/

Sunday Scribblings: #305 Lesson

This post is in response to the weekly prompt at Sunday Scribblings



"Can I move in with you?" he asked.

Every cell in my body screamed "NO!", but my heart whispered, "Yes."

Under the same roof, the truth revealed: You are an alcoholic. Abusive words erased my smiles and laughter. A vacant shell, I sleepwalked through life, numb from food, drugs and alcohol.

Anger pinned me on the bed. Bitterness smothered my face with a pillow. Fear awakened love for myself. "Get out." My voice, no longer dormant.

From that moment on, I listen to my mind, body and soul and trust what it has to say. I may not always follow my gut, but with every decision I consciously try to choose self love. Lesson learned.


happy writing,
PlayWrite
http://sonjathomaswrites.blogspot.com/