Has the world gone batshit crazy?

It seems that way. 

I haven’t slept much this week. Each night I’ve tossed and turned watching the clock as my mind raced. Often pain and discomfort that keep me awake but the last few nights this was not the case. No, the events of the past week rushed at my thoughts like a swarm of bees evicted from their hive.

This is a writing blog. But, is there anything more important to write about than what is happening around us?

In times of crisis as well as celebration, it is the arts that express our humanity. 

Painters put images on canvas, singers raise their voices in song, photographers capture the moment, and writers write. We write in newspapers, books and now the internet. We write to preserve, share, and inform.

Today I’m sharing. A memory that has stayed with me more so than any other from my young childhood.

It happened one afternoon.

I don’t recall why or where we were going, but I remember walking along downtown with Mama and my little sisters. Dressed in matching outfits, we marched beside Mama like three little ducklings. 

Whether we were going to the post office or drug store, I can’t remember but what stands out in my memory is not where we were headed but what happened along a short stretch of sidewalk on Main Street.

As an elderly black man walked toward us, Mama shooed us over to the side to allow him to pass. But instead, he stepped off of the sidewalk, and without making eye contact, tipped his hat in our direction as he continued down the street.

My younger sister wanted to know why he was walking in the street, after all, we’d moved over like Mama said to. Me, being the all-knowing big sister proceeded to share the ways of the world. My explanation went something along the lines of, “Well, he had to go ’round because we’re white and he’s a Ni…”

In the midst of my narration, Mama’s hand latched onto my arm, twirled me around like a top, and leaned down to my eye level. I watched in horror as her big, brown eyes narrowed and her mouth became a thin, red line. In a voice so low only we three could hear she…

Now let me stop here a minute and explain something. My mama was a screamer. Slam the front door and neighbors two houses down would know of your transgression. So, when Mama lowered her voice because we were in public, it was time to be afraid. Be very afraid.

In no uncertain terms, Mama informed me that elderly gentleman had as much right to walk on the sidewalk as we did, that I was no better than him or anyone else in town, and the proper word was Negro. (This was in the 50’s.) She finished with, “Understood.”

We knew better than to echo anything other than, “Yes, ma’am.” No one wanted to be on the receiving end of a switch when we got home.

Why am I sharing this small memory?

Because that short exchange on Main Street in a small South Carolina town planted a seed in a child’s heart that grew and formed my thoughts throughout my life. And although Mama and I rarely agreed on little if anything, on this we remained in agreement until the day she died. That all of us are created equal. We all put on our pants one leg at a time. Money, fame, or knowledge doesn’t change that.

This post isn’t about political affiliation. This is about decency and respect. When we lose the ability to treat each other with compassion and respect, we run the risk of losing our humanity.

As a nation, we’ve traveled this road too many times. This week President Trump and our leaders failed once again, to stand up for what is right and good. But, their reactions and their words should NOT keep us silent.

It is time to speak out for what is right. It’s time to have “the talk” with your kids and plant a few seeds of tolerance. They will remember.


Read more from K.D. Dowdall-  Do We Have the Moral Fortitude to Stand Up? 

These are my thoughts. 

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Do you know what to expect?

When hiring an editor or proofreader?

The prices are all over the map, so to speak, but thanks to Dan Alatorre we now have a good idea what to expect. Dan broke the prices down so even I could understand what to expect. I mean, no one likes to get hit with sticker shock. Finding the right editor or proofreader for the right price is a delicate balancing act for each writer. Even a children’s picture book requires a professional touch.

Read Dan’s blog post and tell me what you think. I really want to know. Although my novel is not ready for prime time yet I hope by years end to be editor shopping myself.

Have you ever hired an editor? How was your experience?

Do the prices jive with Dan’s?

How did you find your editor?

Do you know what publishing costs to expect?

Proofreding and Editing Rates (not mine; I don’t do that)  by Dan Alatorre AUTHOR

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Want to know how to make over your blog?

Simple, change the font and change the look.

I wasn’t real happy with the look of my blog, so that’s what I’ve done, tried out different fonts. Like with my living room, which by the way drives my husband nuts I like to shift things around every now and again.

Think I’ve found some keepers, at least for now. Futura PT and FF Meta Serif. Let me know if you think the overall look is an improvement or not or you can’t tell or even if you don’t remember. LOL

My apologies if while I was shifting fonts around you were bombarded by flickers from my blog.

Hmm, does WordPress send out an update every time I change something on my page?

Yikes! I hope not, that could get annoying.

But, like y’all I want my blog to look the best it possibly can. How do you decide which fonts look best? Sometimes the default font that comes with the theme is perfect. Other times, meh…

If you’re looking to spice things up, consider changing your dusty old font.

Check out the following posts to see what fonts are trending.

Oh, yeah fonts trend.

Font Recommendation Top 10 Lists for 2017 · Typewolf

10 Dazzling Web Font Combinations

50 Modern Fonts to Give Your Designs a Contemporary Feeling 

I’d love to know what other bloggers do, so tell me…

Have you thought about tweaking your blog? About changing the fonts?

Do you change-up the look of your blog often, or never or somewhere in-between?


I love reading your comments.

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