Hellfire From The Pulpit coming 6/15/2015

My next release will be my very first novel entitled Hellfire From The Pulpit and is under the Urban Literature genre:

Pastor Owen is well-known throughout the community and, runs the church however he sees fit. Nothing is off-limits to him, including the bevy of beautiful women in the congregation, and the endless flow of money dropping into the collection plate. The pastor does what he wants, when he wants, with whom he wants, and dares anyone to second-guess his actions.

His son, Casey, is a minister-in-training and proof that an apple definitely doesn’t fall far from the tree. He’s young, sexy, powerful, and very full of himself. Women everywhere throw themselves at the young pastor, and he plays them like a game of checkers, hopping from one to the other, and then dismisses them without a second thought.

What happens when the pastor’s gone wild? What happens when neither the pastor nor his son abides by the rules? Open this drama-filled read and find out whether Pastor Owen and his renegade son, Casey end up bringing hellfire upon the pulpit.

Coming 6/15/2015!

Hellfire From The Pulpit
Hellfire From The Pulpit

Enjoy a small excerpt:

The churchgoers began to take their seats and the precocious child took off at a full sprint toward his father’s office at the back of the old structure. He stopped short and listened intently to the muffled “oh’s and ah’s” coming from the other side of the flimsy closed door. He knew what was going on with the two unsuspecting adults. In fact, it was his job to alert his father when it was time for service to begin and he took his job very seriously.
As he’d done on other occasions, Casey softly turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open enough to peek through the small crack. His father’s current conquest was bent over his expansive cherrywood desk with her arms stretched out to the side of her, hanging languidly over the edges. She grunted unattractively with each powerful thrust of his father’s hips. His father was standing ramrod straight behind the pretty woman, with his head bent back and his mouth wide open as if he were waiting to catch a fly in it. Even being as young as he was, Casey could tell that his father was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Casey hurriedly closed the door when his father suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Casey softly knocked on the door with his little knuckles and receiving no response, remembered the special knock he and his father had created together just months before.
TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP! TAP! TAP!
It suddenly became quiet behind the door and after a momentary pause, Casey could hear the soft rustle of clothing being moved around; most likely being straightened.
“All right, boy,” came his father’s deep baritone voice.
Casey shyly pushed the door open and stood in the doorway, peering at his father and Sunday school teacher. Ms. Gains was still buttoning her shirt and smoothed her tight skirt over her thighs, her expression sheepish as her eyes met little Casey’s penetrating stare.
“Daddy, everybody sitting down,” Casey reported.
“Okay, Case. I’m coming.”
Casey did an about-face on his heel and closed the door softly behind him. His job wasn’t done. He stood with his back to the door and looked up and down the hallway, keeping a look out for anyone coming his way. Under no circumstances would he allow anyone to come near the door. His father had been very clear in his instruction.

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Kidney Donor Note #4

Its been one entire year since the transplant and my husband is doing very well:

  • Kidney is functioning extremely well! Creatinine level is 1.1 meaning that his new kidney is doing its job and his body isn’t rejecting it.
  • He’s been taken off of four out of five of his daily blood pressure medications.
  • Appetite has fully returned! His weight on the day of surgery was 163 lbs and he now weighs 210 lbs. Right now he claims to be on a diet……. 0_o
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  • His energy level has significantly increased.
  • His skin color has returned back to normal and his eyes no longer appear to be sunken in.
  • There are still certain parts of the scar that are numb. We were made aware beforehand that this could possibly happen and that if it did, the chances of regaining feeling in those areas were slim.
  • The swelling around his scar has dramatically decreased.

I am also doing quite well. In fact, I’m doing so well that our baby girl just turned three months.

*Insert your happy smile.*

Now you’re staring at the screen in confusion.

……And you’ve just done the math!

We became pregnant only about one month after the surgery. It wasn’t my fault but I don’t blame my hubby for being unable to control himself. All of this sexiness? C’mon! We can all give the young man a break here. Lol.

Our only daughters name is Harmony Rain Miller and despite the warning that she could be physically deformed due to the medications we were both on, she is the most bestest, awesomest, and cutest little diva ever! She’s amazing, and tiny, and smiley, and snuggly. *insert happy sigh*

*Grudgingly shares pic*

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*Grudgingly shares another*

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So the moral of the story is that a year later and we’re still WINNING! To those who have prayed for us, stuck by us, and loved on us, THANK YOU! We are so very lucky to have the support system that we do and we appreciate each and every single one of you!

“It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye.”

Having this blog has been such a positive learning experience for me and although I would love to keep posting, I have become extremely busy with writing and running my own business. This will be the last post on this blog but I would love to stay connected with all of you other bloggers, readers, and authors. Please feel free to post links in the comment section below or email me with your FB, Twitter, or Instagram links so that I can keep up with all of you!

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Love Always,

Melody S.

Soul Speech (Teaser)

 I recently completed work on a new project that I am very excited about called Soul Speech. It is a book of poetry that is sure to make you FEEL. This project has been healing for me and my hope is that it helps someone else to heal as well.  

 Below you will find a poem from Soul Speech. Don’t be shy on your thoughts and I encourage you to share it with anyone you think it will help.

We Must Do Better

Looking at you my heart just breaks

You don’t understand the madness you create

Your worries center around your hair and your face

While the children learn nothing but how to be just as vain

You’re dressed to the nines from your head to your toes

Spent all your money just to put on a show

While the child looks as if he’s grown out of his clothes

Yet, there you pose as if you don’t know

You’re content with any dude so that you won’t be alone

Choosing to ignore that he does you so wrong

As long as you can say that you have a man

All is perfect in the grand scheme of things

The child watches as he physically assaults you

As he beats you down, leaving you broken and bruised

You’re teaching your child there’s no value within you

In turn, the child grows and is victimized too

A vicious cycle not soon bound to break

Because you’ve taken no steps in breaking the chains.

We must do better.

Looking at you my heart just breaks

You never considered how high the stakes

Of leaving behind what you helped to create

Now you must carry the weight of your mistake

The mistake that you made of walking away

From something so badly you wanted to make

Over to the next you’ll carry your dead weight

Planting more seeds, lying that you’ll stay

 The cycle repeats again and again

The broken heart of a child left behind in pain.

We must do better.

Different races hold hostility for each other

How come we can’t just support one another?

Because jealousy and envy keep us separated from each other

We’re stuck in a cycle of misery and causing pain

Never wanting anything better for the next man

Hoping and praying for the next ones demise

Sticking knives in backs and running around telling lies.

Because it’s our own selves we truly despise.

We must do better.

Hello Deadbeat: Thoughts of a Fatherless Child.

I move in wide circles which allow me to talk to a lot of different kinds of people entangled within a lot of different situations. Being an author, I am always interested in people and their stories. One story I am very personally familiar with and one I have been told far too often is the story of deadbeats.

Come on now, we all know who they are: the parent who walks out on their child. I can call myself an expert in this instance because we all know that experience can and will make an expert of anyone!

I’ve always wished I could just have a few minutes to live inside of Deadbeat’s head. I’d really like to know how they live with themselves. How do they stand the sight of their own faces in any mirror? Do they not wonder about the child out in the world somewhere growing up without their love, affection, and attention? Maybe they figure that the child is not missing anything? Well I’d beg to differ! While it is important financially to support ones child, it is not always feasible. Maybe the deadbeat lost his (her) job and has no money? Is that a good enough excuse to be physically, emotionally, and mentally absent as a parent? Nope! Unless Deadbeat is overseas at war or dead, there is no good reason why they aren’t being a responsible parent to what they helped to create.

For some of these slackers out here, being labeled a deadbeat isn’t enough. One step up from the deadbeat is who I like to call Deadbeat Selective Bum. Deadbeat Selective Bum is even worse than your average deadbeat because not only do they not take care of their child, but they go out and make more OR they go and get with another person who has children and take care of those. Hold on a minute, you walked out on your own to go and raise someone else’s? Wow! I’d like to ask Deadbeat Selective Bums what their own child has done to them that the next child is more important to them than their own. Maybe I’m just dense, but I fail to see this as anything but ratchet behavior. I don’t understand what kind of sense it makes to be having children and you already know that you suck at that job. Oh, wait..Maybe it’s a game and I didn’t get the memo? The ‘How Many Children Can I Make and Abandon before I Die’ game.

I’d also like to sit and chat with the significant others of these deadbeats. I’d like to know how they justify to themselves that they are contributing to the problem. Do they tell themselves that the abandoned child doesn’t matter as long as the deadbeat is doing for them and/or their children? How do they look at deadbeat and deadbeat selective bum and sleep with them without throwing up in their own throats? I wonder if the significant other ever considers that if deadbeat/deadbeat selective bum left another person and is forcing that other person to go it alone at parenthood it will most likely turn out the same way for them. How can anyone respect a person who abandons their child?

The moral of the story is this: If you are a man or woman out here in this world and you have children that you are not providing for (spiritually, physically, emotionally, and financially) you need to get your mind right and real quick. I can’t speak for others but I can surely speak for self when I say that I don’t have any respect for you as a human, period. Just remember that one day you will have to answer for all your actions and inactions…..What will be your excuse to the child that you abandoned? To your maker?

How much can we raise together in 30 days?

If you have been following my blog for any significant amount of time then you know that my husband suffers with Lupus SLE. Currently his disease has no cure. There isn’t anything that I can do for him besides offer him my support; or so I thought.

One of the things I promised myself I’d do in 2013 is help other people in whatever way I can. Volunteering at my local Salvation Army, the local animal shelter, and donating my soon to be released children’s books to elementary schools are just a few ideas that I had.

Getting in touch with the Lupus Foundation of America was another idea that I had and I did just that. They directed me to their website and told me to take a look around at all of the different things they were doing and from there, I’d be able to figure out how I could be of service. In the end, I opted to create a donor page in my husband’s honor.

This page informs potential donors of who my husband is and tells his story about having Lupus and the struggles that he’s faced because of his disease. The point of his page is to use my name and what little influence I may have to educate people about Lupus and to raise money for research, education, and advocacy.

You can click on the link below and be taken to his detailed page where you can donate anything you can spare (even if it’s only $1.00) to the foundation in his name.

This donor page will be active for 30 days and our goal is to raise at least $500.00 by February 14th (yes that is Valentine’s Day!) Who’s with me?

http://donate.lupus.org/goto/LaMahr.Miller

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