Cornelle Keveen

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A little Shorty

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Is Prosperity Salvation? Just thought I'd ask....

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12 Years a Slave...My Review

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12 Years a Slave

My Review

 

There’s something to be said about the truth. It’s tangible. It has weight. It’s concrete with a measure of solidity. You can build on the truth. It has worth and value. Right? We’ll see very shortly about the rightness of the things as seen through my eyes. Now I must warn you. I am going to spoil this movie for you if you haven’t seen it. So read further at your own risk.

We were speaking of truth, worth, and value in reference to 12 Years a Slave, the movie. I need all of us to exercise a great deal of separation between this movie and autobiography of the same name. I will not even attempt to pass my opinion of Mr. Solomon Northrop’s life story as penned by his own hand. Such a work is far beyond my range. As is this movie. However, I paid good coin to bear witness to this film and speak of it I will.

I enjoyed this movie for roughly ten minutes. My enjoyment may have lasted longer but I had pretty much written the film off as something I needed to see on DVD in the confines of my own home. I think I have pretty much had my fill of films recounting slavery, prejudice, and racism as it was directed upon a certain race of people. Any certain race of people, I might add. But I really didn’t want to sit through a musical such as the Black Nativity either. No I wasn’t having issues with my blackness. I had no interest in seeing Hunger Games either.

My pride was stretching its roots inside of me as I watched Solomon walk the streets of New York, confident and in charge of his world, one he shared equally with his white counterparts. He was treated with respect and served the same as white patrons when he entered the shops and stores. They regarded him as an esteemed and learned gentleman of the arts. He had a home along a well travelled boulevard it seemed. It was a joy to watch even knowing that the other shoe would drop sooner than later.

And drop it did. There went the comfort of my seat in the theatre. I could hardly sit still as the slave overseer had Solomon and other freshly acquired African meat clap their hands to a song he had so lovingly crafted entitled….Run Nigger Run.

Now I do remember the uproar that some folks raised over the use of this word in the movie Django Unchained and I really don’t understand where these people were for the release of this film. I can’t even begin to describe the rage. My bones threatened to shatter at the swell of it. It wasn’t just my imagination when I tell you the song lasted forever. Well into the next scene. Intentionally so, I’m sure. It was meant to plague us as it did Solomon’s character. Bravo. Success. The filmmaker succeeded in making me feel absolutely disgusted to the point of walking out of the theatre.

But alas, I endured. I watched scene after scene of hopeless despair roll across the screen. There was one other proud moment when Solomon stood up for himself and wrestled the whip from an inept overseer and beat him in kind. But his punishment was hardly worth the effort.

We were forced to watch him almost lynched. He was rescued by a not so benevolent taskmaster who didn’t want to lose the Master’s investment. Solomon wasn’t lynched…but he was left right on the precipice for hours and hours. He hung with the noose around his neck with his tip toes pointed into sinking mud constantly seeking enough firmness to give slack to the rope taute and constricting around his neck. The other slaves went about their work around him. Sun up til sun down, he hung there and we were forced to watch in as much captivity as he it seemed.

And so this film continued trudging forward to its crowning glory of a scene. The Master’s favorite Negress. The one he coveted above all others. The one who picked 500 pounds of cotton every single day for as long as she was a slave for her master; the one whose bed he favored over that of his pristine white wife. This young Nubian queen as he himself described her, ran away for one hour to the next plantation to fetch a piece of soap to bathe because she was gagged by her own stench.  Because of his own maddened paranoia, the man had her tied to a tree to taste the lash.

Mind you, this Master prided himself on being the slave breaker. Forty lashes were not nearly enough for his slaves. A hundred lashes or a hundred and fifty was his normal fare. He was prodded on by his insecure and jealous wife. After all, she had been told that he would gladly let her go before he would let his beloved Patsy leave him.

I’ll leave you with this. The coward couldn’t bring himself to beating Patsy within an inch of her life. He demanded that Solomon do the deed. And so he did, with a gun held to his head.

I walked out. I returned for the end of the movie…hoping somehow there would be a redemptive moment of triumph at the end.

He was freed.

He returned to his family after 12 years as a slave.

He wept.

And it ended.

We walked out of the theatre in total silence. No applause. No redemption. No sense of worth, honor, or value. Even after the truth.

I wanted to take a bath. I wanted to sit in my house with a case of beer.

I wanted to watch Django Unchained for 36 consecutive times.

Truth?

Fuck the Truth.

I’ll take the fantasy. Get em Django!


 

It's My Turn at Sofia Grey's place--July Fever--

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This is the perfect soundtrack for a little something I call--

Caught

Larissa Wright is all wrong for all the right reasons. She's beautiful with a body to match and she's hotter than a fish fry in the month of July.

Her world comes crashing down all at once when her boyfriend, her lover, and her husband get together in one place at the same time.

She finds herself Caught in a Trap of her own making.

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Day 30 – July Fever – Cornelle Keveen – sizzling flash fiction | Sofia Grey

July Fever Hosted by Sofia Grey...She's turning up the heat I hear...

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Xavier University Preparatory saved by Alumni

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Growing up in the 80's on the outskirts of New Orleans afforded a guy like myself many memories. Being a part of the marching band tradition in my own hometown community opened more doors than I can possibly mention. As I write this, I'm instantaneously taken back in time to Mardi Gras in 1982 to the staging area before the start of a little parade named after the greek god of wine.

As far as the eye could see, there were marching bands lined up in preparation. I'm talking about high school bands that provided the feed stock to fuel the most storied marching bands on the collegiate level. St. Augustine, John McDonough, McDonough 35, John F. Kennedy, Cohen...the list goes on and on.

But amidst all of these spectacular bands there were two schools that had a very unique quality all their own. St. Mary's Acadamy and Xavier University Preparatory. Both of which were all girl institutions.

Now I'm sure you can only imagine what type of affect an all girl high school had on a teenage boy back in that day or in any day for that matter.

Needless to say I was somewhat taken aback when I learned earlier this year that Xavier Prep had lost its financial base and the founders, The Sisters Of The Blessed Sacrament, had come to the painful realization that it would have to close the doors of this prestigious institution.

As an alumni of Xavier University, I found the news to be a heartbreaking reminder of how vulnerable the public educational system was in a post-katrina New Orleans.

But there was a light at the end of darkest of tunnels...



Xavier University Preparatory School, the historic, all-girls Catholic school in Uptown New Orleans, will remain open after a group of six alumni stepped up to buy the campus from the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament. Before a standing-room only crowd Monday night, members of the 5116 Magazine Street Corp., the alumni group that made the purchase, announced that the school will operate as an independent Catholic school and will adopt a new name -- St. Katharine Drexel Preparatory High School -- in honor of the school's founder.

The buyers are Civil District Court Chief Judge Pipper Griffen, Civil District Court Clerk Dale Atkins, U.S. District Court Magistrate Judge Karen Wells Roby, 4th Circuit Court of Appeal Judge Edwin Lombard, and lawyers Keith Doley and Shantell Payton.


"The time was short, the emotions unspeakable, but the Prep family came together," said Atkins, a 1976 graduate. "The Drexel dream continues. Tonight we celebrate, but tomorrow, the work begins."

The school, which has operated under the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament for 98 years and has primarily educated African-American girls, faced turmoil in February when the religious order announced plans to close the school because it did not have a "financially stable future."

The 5116 Magazine Street Corp. is separate from the school's Alumni Association and the Xavier Prep Foundation Fund. The group has entered into an agreement with the building owners to purchase the school's campus, and have said that those plans will be finalized next week, though they would not disclose the purchase price. At a February meeting, school President Joseph Peychaud estimated the cost of the campus to be in the $5 million to $6 million range.

Students and parents will see a tuition increase, though many said they expected that news. Overall cost for students for the 2013-14 school year will be $8,500, up from about $7,200 last year. Parent Desiree Anderson said, "It's worth it."

"We're very grateful that the school is staying open, but we always had the faith," she said. "My family has been going here for generations, and it nourishes you as a whole person. I had no doubt it would remain open; I didn't register my daughter anywhere else."

The corporation members also said they would be working hard to retain as much of the current faculty as possible. Members also said that despite the name change, the school's mission under the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament would remain the same, as will the school uniform and the yellow jacket mascot. The school will now operate as an independent Catholic school under the Archdiocese of New Orleans.

"This was nerve-wracking at the beginning, but now I'm excited that I'll get to stay with my friends," said 15-year-old student Gabrielle Riley. "I feel like I've grown so much as a person here. I'm excited for next year."




How's that for good news?

Let the Torture Begin ..

Posted by CornelleKeveen on April 19, 2013 at 11:20 PM Comments comments (0)

He needs to suffer and Suffer ALOT!

Lorita Childress Returns to The Author's Couch with Grandma , How do you know God is Real?

Posted by CornelleKeveen on April 1, 2013 at 4:35 AM Comments comments (5)

Here is an excerpt of the book.

The sun was shining brightly as Kendra awakened to the delicious aroma of bacon, coming from the kitchen in her Grandma‛s house. She sat up in bed and looked all around.

Everything in her room was pink, from the sheets and pillowcases to the comforter, and rug. Even the paint on the walls was pink and adorned with big beautiful daises.

Pink was Kendra‛s favorite color and Grandma had out done herself with the decorations.

Kendra loved spending a few weeks of her summer vacation at Grandma‛s house. Grandma always made her feel special, and she especially loved Grandma‛s juicy kisses.

Kendra was sitting on the edge of her bed and playing with her long braided pigtails when she heard a light tap on the door. “Good morning, my angel. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, Grandma I had a very good night.”

“Good,” Grandma said. “Now go wash your face and brush your teeth. Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Wait,” Kendra said, rubbing her pretty brown eyes.

Yes, dear, what is it?” “Grandma, can I ask you a question?”

“Kendra, you know you can ask me anything you want. Grandma will always try to give you the correct answer. So, what‛s on that pretty little mind of yours?”

“Grandma, how do you know God is real?”

Lorita Kelsey Childress

Be a blessing to someone today.

Author, The Turning Point of Lila Louise and Grandma, how do you know God is real?

2012 AALA Nominee for Suspect; A Confessional Anthology.

Visit me on the web at www.loritawrites4u.com=


TheAuthor’s Couch Interview

 

 

I'd like to welcome everyone to this very special segment of The Author's Couch Interview. In honorof a very special author who's written an exceptional and inspirational book,I've coupled The Couch interview with my Sunday morning inspiration spot. ThisI do because of Ms. Lorita Kelsey Childress and the children's novel, Grandma,How do you know God is real?

Thank you so much forcoming back to The Couch Lorita. If I'm not mistaken, you were one of the firstauthors to appear on my blog weren't you? I believe you were promoting TheTurning Point of Lila Louise. Am I right?

Hi Cornelle, 

Yes, you are correct;I was on The Couch a few years ago promoting my debut novel, The Turning Pointof Lila Louise. I was a nervous wreck because you were my first interview.

 

 Now that’s surprising to hear. You handled itlike a pro!Lila was so real to the readers, it almost read like an auto-biography. That speaks volumes for your gift as a writer. Has anyone everquestioned you about how "real" Lila's story was to you?

Lol! Yes, I have been asked that question. I will say I have never been accused of or committed a murder or any crime.

 

 

Before we get too deep into Lila, we'd better stick to this new offering of yours. Grandma, How do youknow God is real? You know I have four little nieces who could have beenrunning around in your mind when you were writing this book. It's amazing howprofound a child can be. "How do you know God is real?" I won't say its a complicated question, because for most 'believers' the answer comes very easy. But when you really look at it from a child's perspective, it takes on anew meaning entirely doesn't it?

Yes, looking from a child’s perspective will give life a newmeaning.  Children are so curious, joyful and impressionable. They are so carefree and look at life with wonder andexcitement. Sometimes, you have to find unique and fun ways to answer their questions in order for them to relate to your explanation without beingoverwhelmed but yet understand your point of view.

 

 

This is little bit of adiversion from where you were when you wrote Lila's story but yourinspirational message remains prevalent in both stories. Tell us about your experience and faith Lorita.

My faith is strong and the cornerstone of my life. God has given me this gift to uniquely evangelize to His people whetherit is an adult novel or children’s book. When you finish reading my books Iwant you to know He is real and that He can deliver you from whatever you aregoing through. I can write inspirational stories because I know what He hasdone in my life and continues to do for me. Just the fact that I am on TheCouch is a blessing.

 

 

No Ms. Childress you are the blessing. And I’m so glad we went ahead with the interview.You know you andI went back and forth a little when you approached me about promoting this title. I admit I had some concerns because I do promote some rather risque stuff here. However, I am not shy about proclaiming my beliefs spiritually. Theconcerns were basically, exposing some of your younger or even adult readersvisiting the site looking for your book, to other features. It's kinda like acatch 22 isn't it? Because at the same time, we would be exposing some readers looking for the more adult themed features to something as extraordinary as your new work. How do you look at the scenario?

I approached you about promoting the book because you were sogenerous with Lila Louise. I did contemplate the reaction your audience wouldhave as well as those young readers who might come to your sight because you dofeature more adult/risqué themed books. However, as I do with all of mydecisions I said a prayer and asked God, “What shall I do?” His response wassimply, “I am everywhere.” I also felt God gave me this book to remind adultswho might be reading it to the special child in their life just how real He is.  As adults we are inundated withliving life, dealing with all its triumphs and tribulations and sometimes we forgetthat an old oak tree, green grass or the stars in the sky are all created byGod. I believe your audience like me reads all types of books for purelyentertainment purposes. What I read does not define my love or relationshipwith my Savior Jesus Christ nor will it take me away from Him because I don’t let it dwell in my spirit.

 

I loved that answer. You made me smile from the inside out.Tell me about the illustrator of your novel and how the project came from conceptualization to print.

I belong to a lot of online groups as well associal media sites.  Most of the time Ijust don’t have time to read everything that crosses my path. This is thetruth, one day I was about to delete an email I received and I heard the HolyGhost tell me no! I really didn’t want to read it and the Holy Ghost got louder.So, I opened the email from Deborah Eve Alastra. She had joined the group andwas an illustrator. I clicked on her work and it was like the Angeles sang. Iloved her illustrations. Her work was what I was looking for.  I sent her an email and she asked for text.She then requested my vision for the illustrations and she sent me her vision.I almost passed out as her vision was almost exactly like mine. Talk about divine intervention! I feel a Hallelujah right about now. Anyway, she told me her pricing which was so reasonable. I had researched the cost of illustratorsand it ranged from $100 -$2,500 or more per picture. I never thought I could afford an illustrator.  The icing on thecake was Deborah loves The Lord too and she allowed me to pay ininstallments.  To this day I have onlyspoken to Deborah via email. I am so grateful she gave life to my story.  From there I started looking for a printer.Everything came together. You have to know when God gives you a vision he will provide provision.

 

Preach Lorita.Is this a self-published work and why?

There are a few reasons why I decided to self-publish. First, I knew this story wouldnot be received by “traditional” publishers and for me time was of the essencebecause I heard the Holy Ghost tell me to get it out now. Secondly, I had put my heart and soul into the project and did not want to receive a royalty.Lastly, after being published by a publisher I realized you have to do a lot of your own promotion and marketing. If I was going to spend the money I wanted toget it back sooner.

 

What kind of feedbackhave you gotten thus far?

The response has been amazing.  Children andadults love it. I am so blessed, He chose me for this purpose.

 

Will you do morechildren's books of this nature? Have you found your niche here?

What about adult books like Turning Point? Yes, I have a seriesof Grandma and Kendra adventures in my head. I believe I found my niche.However, I will still continue to write adult books like Turning Point becauseGod is universal. He wants me to tell everyone through my writing about Hisgrace and mercy and if you say yes to His will, He will do the rest.

 

I want to thank you for coming by to talk to me about this incredible little book of yours Lorita.I want to say I’m proud of you for too many reasons to name here. But one reason stands out above all. I love your boldness when proclaiming your faithto this world. I find inspiration in you when you allow your belief outshine what you read, what you write, and what you may or may not do. Nothing changesthe love for God in your heart. I searched for the appropriate song to end thisinterview segment as I always do. I try to find a song that fits the guest asmuch as possible. You’ll hopefully be pleasantly surprised at what I chose foryou. So without any further adieu…There’s Something….

 

 




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The Heart of The Dragon written by S.D.Grady...Awesome Book!

Posted by CornelleKeveen on March 16, 2013 at 11:50 PM Comments comments (4)



 At night, he fights.  In the dawn, he loves. Only with her, he lives. 

 Lady Yelena is sent in marriage to Prince Pietro, known as the Vellenican Dragon. Instead of her sisters' elegant beauty, she brings a dowry of swords to the warrior prince. A hard man to love, night after night the prince leaves Yelena behind as he battles against the evil Wasti in a generations long war. Each morning he returns to her bloody and beaten. They despair of ever finding peace for their homelands. Then Yelena discovers treachery in her personal guard and she must find the strength to raise her own sword and fight for her family, her honor and her prince.

WHAT THEY'RE SAYING:
 
In The Heart of the Dragon, S.D. Grady serves up a satisfying tale of intrigue peppered with paranormal romance. The heroine’s loyalty to tradition thrusts her into a world where faith in the familiar may just be the death of her, and the only way to survive is to embrace the most terrifying man she’s ever encountered. I not only enjoyed this story, but look forward to more from S.D.-- From D.A. Kentner

The Heart of the Dragon S. D. Grady

Yelena is thrown into marriage with the Dragon, Prince Pietro to build an alliance against their mutual enemy. Set in an ancient world, S.D. Grady weaves a delightful story of the life of Lady Yelena and follows her doubts and confusion during her marriage to a brutal stranger. With graphic depictions of war, heart stopping conflict, and sizzling love scenes, this is one story I won’t forget in a hurry.

H.C. Brown-Best selling, Award Winning Author.


Find all of S.D. Grady's tales on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/S.D-Grady/e/B002BLFHB8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
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EXCERPT:

Yelena’s arms shook. Sweat trickled down her neck. Her breath came in ragged pants. He crowded her, forcing her submission. She growled and pushed forward. His advance stalled, she danced away from his reach. She laughed. “Again!”

Pietro caught his balance , brought his sword back to prime and nodded his agreement. Yelena stepped forward. Her blade swung in a short arc designed to make him block high. Their blades sang as they clashed.

She worked through the rudimentary attack, sure she did not challenge his abilities one bit. She paused, met his laughing eyes, and ducked. She rolled away and earned a grunt of surprise. She kicked out with her left foot, regained her balance on her right and rose up inside his defense. She punched his ribs. “Do you concede, my lord?”

His elbow trapped her fist. “No. You just nicked my armor and dulled your dagger.” His foot stepped between her legs and lifted.

Off balance, she dropped her sword and grasped his upper arms.

“And now, at my mercy.”

She felt the blush only a second before his lips conquered hers.

The kiss lingered, sweet and hot. When he released her, he stepped back and bowed. “Shall we go again, my lady?”

The practice yard appeared ghostly in the yellow light of the torches. She bent to retrieve her steel from the paving stones, never taking her eyes from his relaxed form. She stood, absently tugged at her leather leggings and kicked at a pebble.

“Why would you ask, my lord? Do I appear fatigued?”

He winked. “No, just flushed.”

In frustration, she raised her weapon and came at him again. He deflected her advance with ease. The truth was she was feeling a bit tired. Fighting beneath the half-moon, parrying his masterful thrusts, she had reached her limit much sooner than she had expected. But she didn’t want to stop.

For the third night, Pietro remained behind as the army marched out against the Wasti. During the hours they spent together, he made every effort to be a civilized gentleman. Laughter came easier to her—and him. She thought the tight lines that carved his mouth had eased.

Her sword went flying through the air and she found herself at the mercy of Pietro’s deadly point. Her lips pursed in vexation and she nodded to him.

“Shall we call a halt?” Still, his sword rested against her breastbone.

“I guess so.”

“You were not paying attention.”

She stepped back. Ashamed, she pulled at her gloves. “I admit to being distracted.”

He sheathed his blade. “Did Captain Sershi not teach you any better?”

Bristling at the insult, she walked toward her corner. “Of course he did.”

He followed her. “Loyalty is an admirable quality, my lady.”

Her annoyance at failing to adhere to practice yard protocol diminished. She took his compliment and savored it. “Thank you.”

He began to lift her light mail shirt over her head. “Where is the good captain? I have not seen him since supper.”

She pulled at her linen shift before reaching for a long, silk cloak. “I gave him leave to seek his own entertainment, tonight.”

Pietro crowded her against the high wall. “Feeling a little braver, my little one?”

She shivered as his rough hand held her neck. His thumb ran up and down her throat in thrilling small circles. She frowned.

The spark of humor had vanished. He watched her. Severe. Angry. Hurt?

Even as she had become more comfortable in his presence, there were still moments when she wondered what he was truly thinking.

She placed her hand over his and offered a shy smile. “Can I take a bath?”

That got him to smile again. “Can I join you?”

Her heart hammered. Was that from the sword play? Or the way his breath drew bumps from her flesh? She swallowed and nodded. “Of course, my lord.”

His other hand grasped her waist and drew her forward. Unable to escape, she squeaked when he sucked the surprise from her mouth.

He kissed her often. There had been few activities where he couldn’t find an excuse to be near her, touch her, taste her.

The heat built. Her limbs grew heavy. She sank into the seductive strength.

He stopped.

She stood, firming the muscles in her legs, and blinked.

“Before or after?” his deep voice questioned. He nipped her ear, her neck and kept moving lower.

“Before or after what?”

Strong fingers pulled at her long braid. “The bath. Shall we go to bed before or after we are clean?”




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