In the spring of 2013, I became an author. No…seriously…I did. I’d always been a writer and a storyteller, but I had never put pen to paper or sat at a keyboard with the intention of telling a story I … Continue reading Requiem for the Dream Makers
This is me at a writer’s retreat in 2016 reading about the deliciousness that is Doritos. Yes, I’m wearing my contacts so I have on readers and shades. Here’s a link to the transcript: https://deborahlking.com/2018/07/11/doritos/ Share this… Facebook Twitter Linkedin … Continue reading Look What I Found!
As a writer, I feel an obligation to lend my voice to the cause. I celebrate Kwanzaa every year and proudly espouse the Nguzo Saba (seven principles). I spend every MLK day teaching Black history to anybody who will listen. … Continue reading Living from Fear to Fear
A new look for the adult women’s literary fiction market. This is the new ebook cover. The paperback still has the purple cover for a while. Share this… Facebook Twitter Linkedin Pinterest Continue reading Spring Make-over
March 13th was my last day working in the office. The day started off normal with all the usuals: coffee, email, good and bad news, etc. Throughout the day, we did our work, chit-chatted, worked on the psychedelic cat puzzle, … Continue reading Of Quarantines and Apocalyptic Things
So I decided to make a change to my blog and go for something a little lighter and brighter. I’d like to thank EVERYBODY who’s been so supportive and gracious during this exciting time for me. GLORY BISHOP is officially … Continue reading Housekeeping!
The crowds at the beach grew quickly as the days grew longer and the weather grew warmer, and on the 4th of July, the beach was packed. The drummers camped on the sidewalk and as the sun went down, the pounding African rhythms filled the air. A few yards away, the bikers camped in the parking lot. In the twilight, the motorcycle running lights sparkled like tiny diamonds, washing out the stars in the night sky. The wailing of classic blues and soul blending with the beat of African drums. Beyond the bikers were the kids. Big cars and … Continue reading Happy 4th of July CC! – Wherever You Are.
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Today is ebook launch day and to say I’m excited would be a gross understatement. I’m having a hard time doing anything else but staring at my screen hitting the refresh button. Between Amazon and Goodreads, I have 5 reviews…one … Continue reading Ok…I just googled myself! My pic, my book, & my interviews are on page 1 …OMG!!!
? WOULD YOU LIKE A BASKET OF BOOKS? ? Some bunny fills baskets with eggs and candy, but LitRing would rather fill them with books! Go here now to meet authors participating in the Basket of Books giveaway for a … Continue reading The Basket of Books Giveaway
https://zurl.co/oMxe This is the house I grew up in. It burned up yesterday. The smoke is pouring out of what was once my bedroom. I used to climb out of my bedroom window and sit on the roof over the front porch and watch the people, or watch the stars. My cousins lived on the right side and two doors down on the left was my best friend Tracey. Across the street is the most beautiful church I’d ever seen. All summer long, the priest would say mass with the doors open. I only got a few glimpses of the … Continue reading Feeling some kinda way…
Like most writers, I have a day job. I get up every weekday (and 1 Sunday) morning; fight Chicagoland traffic for up to an hour; do a running slide to my desk, barely making it on time; and log in … Continue reading The Enchanted Castle
Imani: Faith -To believe with all our hearts in our God, our people, our parents, our teachers, our leaders, and the righteousness and victory of our struggle Here we are at final day of Kwanzaa and the first day of … Continue reading Imani: Faith
Kuumba (Creativity): To do always as much as we can, in the way we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful and beneficial than we inherited it Kuumba was always my favorite day because I get to share … Continue reading Kuumba: Creativity
Nia (Purpose): To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness. When I look in the mirror, I see Deborah-Lolli-Mom-Aunt-Sister-Friend. But when I step outside of my … Continue reading Nia: Purpose
Ujamaa: Cooperative Economics – To build and maintain our own stores, shops, and other businesses and to profit from them together This is this one of the most difficult of all the Nguzo Saba (Seven Principles). In the 21st century. … Continue reading Ujamaa: Cooperative Economics
Ujima: Collective Work and Responsibility – To build and maintain our community together and make our brothers’ and sisters’ problems our problems, and to solve them together The Saturday before thanksgiving, I made 20 dozen dinner rolls and the next … Continue reading Ujima: Collective Work and Responsibility
Kujichagulia: Self Determination – To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves, and speak for ourselves. My daughter has an unusual name. It is literally something her biological parents made up so she’d have the same initials as her older … Continue reading Kujichagulia: Self Determination
Umoja: Unity – To strive for and maintain unity in the family, community, nation and race 75 years ago, during the great Negro migration, my grandparents moved from Tennessee to Chicago. Living first in a tenement on the west-side, then … Continue reading Umoja: Unity
“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting here doing this.” my mother said for the fifth time as I pulled coarse thread with my teeth. I’d used birthday candle wax to coat the needle and thread and help it glide through … Continue reading ONCE UPON A TIME IN HEAVEN AND HELL
I learned today that Mr. C. has passed. Though it’s been 35 years since I last saw him, not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Rest in peace, Mr. C…and thank you for everything. Dear Mr. … Continue reading REPOST…Those Who Can Do More, Teach…
When I first got him, he was a chubby eight-month-old. He had curly thick hair and an eye that sometimes drifted to the left. I remember the first time he clapped. He was able to crawl and to sit himself … Continue reading His feet touch the floor…
So…the challenge is pretty simple. All I hafta do is write a novel in of 50,000 words in a month. That’s just shy of 2000 words a day. I’m accepting this challenge for what is likely the tenth or fifteenth … Continue reading NaNoWriMo et al
So…yeah…I haven’t posted in a while. The people in my head appear to be on some sort of strike/hiatus/vacation/etc. Basically, what that means is I can’t come up with anything worthy of writing, let alone sharing. My publisher cautions against … Continue reading Much Ado About Nothing…
In 1991, my fiance got a Pentax IQZoom 140 from Fingerhut, and I was in love. He was on the road a lot, so I had primary custody of the camera. I never left home without it, and since a significant part … Continue reading Hi, My Name is Deborah, and I'm a Recovering Photographer…
I’m 52. I am fifty-two. I’m not 39 again. I’m not forty-twelve. I’m fifty-two years old. I’ve got natural home-grown hair flowing down to the middle of my back, long curly eyelashes, and a rack of awesomeness. My nails are … Continue reading 52
My boys— young men—were born into a world where the expectation was juvie at 15, fatherhood at 16, prison at 18, and death before 25; but I was blessed with their care at young ages: the oldest boys when they were 4,5,6, the youngest when he was 8 months; and a girl when she was 5. There are no words for how much I love these children, and I am blessed again to know them as young adults. It’s mind-boggling. The short version is, my youngest son is preparing to apply to colleges and my second oldest just became … Continue reading Boys to Men
Back in the 80’s, when I was a glorious 19/20-year-old college dropout/runway model, Mommi kept one of my portfolio pics on her desk at work. She frequently asked me to visit for lunch. It seems there was this guy in marketing … Continue reading Always, always, ALWAYS listen to your mother…
I’ve been a writer all of my life. I had a short story published in the church newsletter when I was seven-years-old. And the Church Bells Rang was an allegory about the power of successful marketing. Ok…fine…I didn’t even know … Continue reading Writing Life
I love Mondays. I know, I know…but really, there’s nothing wrong with me. I know, most people work all week dreaming of Friday. Not me. I don’t like Fridays at all. I’m a procrastinator, and Friday means I’m outta time … Continue reading Happy Monday!!
Dear Mr. C., I was a student at LTHS from 1980 to 1984. Once upon a time, on a Friday afternoon in the fall of 1982 (my junior year), you stopped me in the hall and demanded my … Continue reading …Those Who Can Do More, Teach…
My first love was a giant who taught me complex math and could intertwine his fingers around my waist. I was seven and he was one of the coaches at the YMCA where my dad worked. Just seeing this man-mountain … Continue reading Second Love…
So over the past few years, my kids have occasionally stood beside or behind me at my desk; each time asking “Are you done yet?” My answer is always “Almost. Just a little more to go.” The kids would cheer … Continue reading On Writing…with kids…
The slightly-larger-than-a-single-serving sized bag of Doritos, along with a bottle of sparkling water, is the perfect mid-day snack when you’re sitting hard at work. Even if you’ve dropped the bag onto the marble tiled part of the floor twice, it’s … Continue reading Doritos