Twitter This! Monday, Aug 31 2009 

1 poppishirley 8:32 pm

To utter a succession of light chirping or tremulous sounds; chirrup.
To speak rapidly and in a tremulous manner: twittering over office gossip.
To giggle nervously; titter.
To tremble with nervous agitation or excitement.
VERB:
tr.
To utter or say with a twitter: twittered a greeting.

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Danville, Virginia native, Hope Coleman has written her first novel in E-book form entitled The Haunting. This self-published novel is her first work. The book not only details her journey from her southern roots to the still untamed beauty of her beloved Vermont. It also probes questions of her past through her character “Kalya Strange”. A past she knows through a large and gregarious family.
Through her childhood she experiences “dreams” and “visions” and one “encounter” that sets her on a lifelong course to discover her mysterious ancestry ad one especially troubling question. How does a 12 year old boy of Portuguese descent suddenly “appear” in the household and among the “belongings” of a slave master in early 1800’s?. Further, who are the Ebony, blue-eyed people of Madison, NC who call themselves the Goinstown Indians, here before the discovery of Christopher Columbus and are they her true ancestors?.

“All of us inquire throughout our lifetimes Who am I? The author says, her character goes one step further and actually finds out. Answering questions. Discovering more.

Ms. ColEman uses her inherited quick wit to take her audience into the pages of her book to show the close and personal sides of her character.

Against the backdrop of the at once the “Dirty South” and then to the breathtaking beauty that is Vermont, Ms. Coleman’s THE HAUNTING is a bold step toward her “ancestral apparitions” , and comes face to face with not the “ghosts” of her past but the spirit, souls and minds of those whose voices her mind refused to allow her to ignore.

Ms. Coleman writes a blog @WordPress.com. http://poppishirley.wordpress.com(c). Awarded Who’s Who on the Web, (2008), Best Among WordPress (July, 2009), and Best Black Blog @1blcspot.com (July 2009). She is also Webmaster for The National Registry of Christian Church Mothers.com http://sites.google.com/site/christianchurchmotherscom/

A grandmother of three K.J., Kaleb, and Kaitland, Ms. Coleman enjoys traveling, cooking and dinner among friends as her likes. She is Danvilles chairman for UNICEF and says she likes using her gifts to bring awareness to the devastating war in Darfur, Africa, esp. in the form of humanitarian aid and clean drinking water.

 

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I Dreamed. . . Sunday, Aug 30 2009 

1 poppishirley 6:51 pm

That Barack Obama held me closely and kissed me madly…

that the United States had a majority in Congress and passed a National Healthcare Bill. . .

and

that My throat was covered in thousands of fish scales . . .

I have got to remember to turn the tv off before bed.. . …

-poppishirley (c)

 

Kenny Latimore does Aretha Franklin Friday, Aug 28 2009 

1 poppishirley 4:15 pm

http://www.pandora.com/#/song/thumbs-up/S220096

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjL1tIG4YRQ Friday, Aug 28 2009 

1 , , poppishirley 2:21 pm

 

GIRL WITH BIRD Thursday, Aug 27 2009 

1 poppishirley 9:38 pm

SHE SITS ALONE IN A WINDOW

A Red Bird is perched on a limb outside

The world is frozen

Her heart is warm.

The train is coming.

Her love on board.

He is her heart beat, the blood that rushes through her veins.

He is her heart, her heart.

Her heart is warm.

It is cold outside.

The train derails.

Her lover dies.

She sits alone in a window.

A Red Bird perched on a limb outside.

He is her heart.

Her heart is warm.

It is cold outside.

 

-poppishirley (c)

 

Keep Living Thursday, Aug 27 2009 

1 poppishirley 9:30 pm

Whenever someone raised themselves up and pronounced that they would or would not allow themselves or others to do, my Grandmother Mary Elizabeth Strange would say, “Keep Living”. 

It meant if you lived long enough that one day time and circumstance, death, taxes and cheating husbands would happen to us all.  “Keep living” she’d say.

God has said that He would turn our captivity, that those things that the devil meant for our bad, that he would turn it around and make it for our good.  Our job is to to like Grand mama said, “Keep Living”.

–thanks for reading

-poppishirley

 

Divine Comedy Tuesday, Aug 25 2009 

1 poppishirley 9:07 pm

My first grandchild KJ was a wonder to me.  I prayed for him in church one Sunday.  Sitting halfway the pews , I asked God to Bless my children, to let me live to see them grow up.  They were about 8, 10 and 12 at the time. 

God always gives you over exceedingly above all, we  could ask or think on April 24, 2003 gave me the most beautiful grandchild I could ever ask for.  I took him for his first visit outside and he would stick his head out of the blankets to look all around him at the world of birds chirping and the Carolina blue sky.  I gave him his first tickle and he smiled for the first time for me.  Oh what a privilege!

Not having had a baby in the house for nearly 20 years, I was taken aback at all the bottles, diapers, and whatall associated with having a baby in the house.  When ever he stayed with me, he was keep pristine, –I cannot say the same for my home.

When he cam into his terrible twos, I decided to take him down to my moms where he could see the baby chicks, eat grapes from off the grape vine and run around a big yard with the family dog, bear.

At times though my precious child knowing that his grandmother was drastically out of her area and that he truly had the upper hand when it came to his own child rearing he took total advantage of the situation that entire weekend.

He whined, yelled, sulked, threw tantrums and invariably kept me running as if I was Edith Bunker and Archie had just come home and someone had been sitting in his chair.

When my precious little boy left that afternoon, I was uprighting chairs and scraping something indescribable off the walls when my mother came to the steps and said, “honey, there’s someone on the phone for you”  I whirled Tasmanian devil style (bottom twisting, head staying still) and yelled, MOMA CAN’T YOU SEE I’M CLEANING UUUUPPPPP!!!!!!!!!

–thanks for reading

-poppishirley (c)

 

Private Dick Monday, Aug 24 2009 

1 poppishirley 8:51 pm

I had thought of becoming a Private detective.  You know, a private investigator that goes around finding out all those juicy secrets about cheating spouses and information concerning missing people running from their rich families, find maybe a felon or two or someone obtaining disability all the while painting their house or out  riding horses.

No, not like Dog the Bounty Hunter, He’s a bit too greasy for me and I’m too black for him.  However, one like a female version of John Shaft and wear a sexy black trench coat with 6 inch heels and carry a badge or something to impress the men at my church.

Lord, how I’d love to carry a sweet pearl handled pistol in my stocking and a fat glock in my purse, a sawed off shotgun under the seat of a little red convertible.  Something like my brother’s 67 chevy, and all my girlfriends would date men who love them on a serious tip.

I’d drink Jack Daniels with the guys and smoke a fat cigar all the while regaling my escapades.

I’d be a devil in a blue dress and keep my nails only as long as the tips of my fingers.

…and then i woke up.

 

–thanks for reading!

-poppishirley (c)

 

Big Boobs Sunday, Aug 23 2009 

1 poppishirley 8:45 pm

If you want to see me “go off my meds”, tie me to a chair and turn on Fox News.

It is like listening to Irish folk music played on a harmonica with one note. 

Personally, it only takes a few moments of listening to their “recounting” the news and my circuits break, smoke rises out of my ears, my eyes roll up to the ceiling and I go running for the remote,  arms flailing about like the robot in Lost in Space.

It is the only time when I truly do comtemplate shooting myself i the head to rid myself of their endless, turning and twisting into a “story” their version of daily local, national and world events.  Their stares into the camera remind me of crack addicts needing a “fix” for sensationalism.

What universe did these people come from?

It leaves me to believe that each of their resumes’ read “Psycho Killer in my former life” and at night they shed their skins and crawl into caves to await daylight.  It would seem their “female” versions only job description is -Sit on Couch, cross legs, smile and dye hair blond daily.

-thanks for reading

-poppishirley (c)

 

The “Other Sister” Friday, Aug 21 2009 

1 poppishirley 8:17 pm

My sister, Joan,  is the “perfect lady”.  She is smart, poised, confident, intelligent diligent, thrifty, serious, hardworking, caring and strong.  A “black Martha Stewart”, she has created a dream home just overlooking the Hudson River.  Her work is valid and she has won awards for helping 1000’s of disadvantaged children find new ways of coping with their world.  She is tall and lovely. 

I am “The Other Sister”

 

-poppishirley (c)

 

mypandora.com

 

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