Thursday, May 28, 2009

I think know I love my family!

I am so full that I'm bursting! Nah, not from food - from love!
Last week I clocked over 2000 miles on my li'l beemer traveling from New York to Detroit to Toronto, back to Detroit and finally home to New York.

My event at the Southfield Library was wonderful! I had a good crowd and it was nice to see a familiar face in the audience - Jeanette thanks for coming out and supporting me....again!)

I was happy to finally meet Facebook friend Ms. Venise McMillan. We had a wonderful conversation and she even received a short life lesson from my 84 year old grandma!

I don't share this with many people, but i'm going to share it here today. Michigan - Detroit to be specific hold a very special place in my heart and the reason is this: 42 years ago on my birthday my mother and I were traveling by car from Ohio to Detroit when we were involved in a near fatal car accident. We were hospitalized in separate Ohio hospitals for two months. And every week my

Aunt Lula May had someone drive her from Detroit to Ohio so she could visit us. After we were discharged we convalesced at her home for a month. So you see why I feel the way I do.

Lula May Hilson married my maternal uncle Richard May over sixty years ago. They had twelve children together..and those children had children..and those children had children...and so on. I can't begin to count how many limbs have sprung from the Lula & Richard tree - but let me give you an example: One of Lula May's sons, Edward - has 23 grandchildren of his own!

And lemme tell you something about this family of mine...they are kind, generous, unpretentious - give you the shirt off their back type of folk....you know the type...you have them in your family too!

I have a lot I want to say about Detroit...but I've already taken up so much of your time, so I'll just say this:

Many parts of East Detroit resembles New Orleans after Katrina hit. East Detroit has been in perpetual ruin since the 1967 riots. White folk fled the area and it was customary for them to burn down their homes for the insurance money. There are whole blocks of abandoned homes in Detroit. There are so many vacant lots that the wild life has started to migrate to the area - you can walk down the streets and come into contact with wild rabbits and pheasants...yeah...pheasants!

In Detroit, city services have been cut down to nothing. I saw one police cruiser the whole time I was there. The residents pay more for insurance and utilities than the surrounding (white) neighborhoods. Also let me say this...Detroit has some of the most beautiful homes I've ever seen.

SO why am I telling you all of this? Well have you heard the saying: "The best time to buy property is when there is blood on the streets?

I know what's going on...I've seen it happen in Harlem and in my own neighborhood of Bedstuy. The powers that be will allow a neighborhood to eat itself from the inside out and then those that are able to move away - do. The less fortunate remain. Property values fall to rock bottom prices and that's when those that have (usually white folk) come in and scoop up everything...it's called gentrification - and those that called said neighborhood home for decades are suddenly priced out and eventually set out.

I'm just saying..if you got a little extra cash I would strongly suggest you invest in Detroit. Don't be fooled by what you hear on the news. The USA is not going to let Motor City fade into oblivion. Downtown Detroit used to be a ghost town, now its a thriving, hot spot. Westin Hotel purchased the historic Book Cadillac Hotel and spent 300 million dollars to renovate it.....would you do that in a city with no future? Come on now ya'll better get on board!

Shoot, property is so cheap you can buy a house with one of your major credit cards...for real.







  • Bernice L. McFadden
  • Friday, May 15, 2009

    Run Tell That......


    I've just spent the last two weeks copy-editing (to the best of my ability and that's not saying much) this damn manuscript.

    I thought that I went through it line by line with - as they say - "a fine toothed comb" but apparently my comb has quite a few jagged f***ked up teeth - 'cause as I sit here re-reading it for the millionth time (no lie!) I'm still finding errors!

    Geez... I hate copy editing - I really do despise it. The older I get, the more difficult it becomes....and I know it has a lot to do with my eyesight and my patience...or lack there of.

    Anyway, I'm off to Detroit next week. I'm driving. My my mom and grandmom are coming along just so they can drive me crazy for the 10-12 hour trip.

    Yep! If you look up glutton for punishment you'll find a picture of me holding a gun to my head.

    So this will be the last post until I come back. I'm looking forward to seeing some of you at the
    Southfield Library on May 21st @6:30PM.

    While I won't be posting I will be slipping on and off Facebook between now and then - so I'll see you over there.... bring the wine will ya!

  • Bernice L. McFadden
  • Monday, May 04, 2009

    Where has inspiration found you?





    Inspiration often spring from life’s most mundane moments.

    I was sitting in my kitchen with my feet propped up on the windowsill, sipping a cup of tea, watching the rain leak from the sky and thinking about the essay on motherhood I’d just sent off to the Defender’s Online.

    The farthest thing from my mind was the next novel I would tackle - but suddenly there it was, like a flash in the darkness. What a lovely surprise!

    My guides are amazing; they bring me these stories that are so achingly beautiful, and this one is no exception – I’m already head over heals in love and I haven’t even typed the opening lines yet.

    Which leads me to ask, where do you find inspiration, but more importantly, where has inspiration found you?



  • Bernice L. McFadden
  • Saturday, May 02, 2009

    Do you have blood on your hands?


    Last week, I was very disturbed and angry to find sitting in my inbox a PDF file of Steve Harvey’s national best selling book: Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man.

    You may think that you’re getting over some imaginary hurdle by not purchasing the book. And you may have even rationalized the reason why it was okay to print out that book and read it. I can just hear you now: “Steve Harvey has more money than God. He ain't gonna miss my few dollars!”

    But no matter how you slice it, it’s wrong and it hurts us – all of us. You don’t want to work for free and neither do we. So please, please take a moment to think about the damage you’re causing artists when you chose to watch a bootleg movie or read a book for free off of the Internet. Don't want to buy the book? No prob - that's what libraries are for!

    So that event got me to thinking about those literary talents that have disappeared from the bookstore shelves.

    I wonder if we as readers had a hand in their sudden and swift departure into obscurity. 'Cause we can't point ALL ten fingers at the publishers.

    As a reader, what part do you think you've played in the demise of an author?

    Maybe you borrow books from friends, or lend yours books out? Are you a member of a book club who prefers to circulate two copies amongst the members - rather than purchase/or borrow the required amount from the bookstore or library.

    Are you guilty of receiving and reading books that were pirated and then emailed to one hundred thousand people?

    Did you read a book that you absolutely fell in love with - and then not tell a soul?

    These are things we need to ponder as readers.

    I would love to know which authors you're missing and wishing would come back and publish again?

    As for me, lately I've been missing Itabari Njeri



  • Bernice L. McFadden
  • Friday, May 01, 2009

    Back in the day when things were cool....

    The title of this post is from the lyrics of to an Erykah Badu song.

    As you all know I've been reminiscing about my first time. I've mentioned a number of times the fact that 2009 is the ten year anniversary of the year my life changed. I'm a sentimental sort of chick, so please bear with me. ...I suspect this walk down memory lane is going to go on for awhile.

    So my good friend purchased one of those nifty movie cassette-to-DVD converters and made the sad mistake of telling me. Well I piled all of my VHS cassettes into my car and headed over to get my converting on!

    I have quite a few tapes of early interviews, book signings, as well as footage from my infamous house party. Much of this stuff I haven't watched in years. So imagine my surprise when I looked at this interview! My hair was so thick and healthy and Lord have mercy...I had to have been 20 pounds lighter!

    ROFLMAO

    Don't ask me what possessed me to pile my hair up on my head and secure it with chopstix! And that black leather jacket I'm wearing -- NOT MINE - it belonged to my escort. Something about the brightness of my blouse and the glare it caused. And my eye-brow ring *sad-sigh* I just removed it last year. I really miss it.



    "Back in the day when things were cool
    All we needed was bop ba ba ba baba du.."


    Happy first Friday ya'll.........!


    video


  • Bernice L. McFadden
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