Personally Yours – Dr. Niama Williams

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they  write smokin’ books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Dr. Niama William’s life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Niama Williams? – Niama Leslie Williams, Ph.D. is a bright, intelligent woman who never forgot her community on the way to and through the doctoral process.  She still wants to write work that her aunt, a day worker all of her life, could read and be empowered by.  She also wants those who have survived childhood trauma to know that love, passion, and bliss are possible, no matter what you have encountered as a child.  She writes about her life to uplift and empower.
2. What are you passionate about? – Letting people know that the Universe is a benevolent place and that God LOVES giving us our heart’s desires.  Desire means “of the sire.”  If we make God number one in our universe, He will give us the wisdom and insight we need to not just survive, but THRIVE.  If we focus on that still small voice within and DO WHAT IT TELLS US TO DO, we will inherit the kingdom right here, this incarnation.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? – The world needs to take notice of the word of God and live according to Biblical principles.  I am only noteworthy in how I help others cease their suffering.  I try my best to do that with my writing.  I tell my story, and the triumphs of my story, so that others will know that pain, any pain, is survivable and does not have to kill us.  The Lord is there for us specifically during times of trial.  On July 27th, 2010, I was faced with no place to live and no source of income.  Today, August 12th, not two full weeks later, I have two business opportunities and a home until I start bringing in regular paychecks.  If that isn’t God being there for me in time of trial, I don’t know what is!  Be encouraged!!!!
4. Do you like a man that’s hard-boiled (take charge) or soft scrambled (yes dear)? – I like a man who says “Yes, Dear” when he means it, but who is no pushover.  Gentle, but not weak.

5. What are your life rules?
When in doubt, pray.
When rejoicing, praise the Lord.
Before asking, give thanks.
When tears come, think about whom you can help.
And when you really need to cry, let yourself.  Tears are cleansing and often necessary.
Forgive in ways that cause you no further pain.  Distance is not always a bad thing.
Love without bound and be optimistic.  Your perspective really does effect your reality.

6. If you could only do 2 things until the day you died what would they be? – Love the man God has sent to me forever and ever amen, and bear his children.

 7. 5 Favs –

a. color:  red first, peach second, beige third

b. food:  cheesecake, hands down

c. movie:  The Wild Wild World, Prince of Tides, Nutz, What Dreams May Come, Field of Dreams

d. song:  As Sure As I’m Standing Here by Barry Manilow

e. drink:  Mocha Cappucino by Bolthouse Farms
8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? – No.  I am a bit like the elephant; I don’t forget.  When I find it hard to forgive someone, I begin to pray about it, and often I find that I move toward forgiveness without knowing it.  This is one area in which I am not perfect, but awareness of it means I turn to prayer to address my imperfections.

 9. If you could change your past would you? – No.  My past has made me sensitive to and understanding of the pain of others.  It is also the one thing that helped me understand the pain of my beloved.  We had similar wounds and this allowed us to trust each other more easily and made it easier for him to reveal long-suffering that he had not shared with others.
10. Your life is on the big screen. What is it rated and why? – R.  I’ve been through a lot and seen much, and I would want the unvarnished truth told so that others are helped and know that they are not alone.  That is the one goal of my writing:  to convince those suffering that they are not alone, that someone else has been through it before them and survived it, and that there is a silver lining, a reward, a good life awaiting those who persevere.

11. Where can we find you on the net?  – I am thrilled to have folks go to because I have a special offer running through September 15th, 2010:  check out my homepage for details.  I also publish an email newsletter through; signup is on my website (archives: ).  Just look for the newsletter link.  Finally, you can find my radio show on; I’d love to have listeners join us for the spiritual leaders, entrepreneurs, and authors who join us every Friday at 1 p.m.  And you, Ms. Hudson, will have to join me with your new book soon!!!!

12. Fill in the blank with one word: To know Niama Williams is to be empowered by Niama Williams.

Is Your Change Adding Up?

It’s been said that time heals all wounds. I don’t think it’s the time alone that heals, but the changes and motion, whether forward or back, that’s the medicine. For me it’s been forward motion that has my life on the plus side.

The last two years I’ve struggled with my emotions regarding the death of my father. Hard, evil, angry, miserable – if it equals the word ugly I’ve felt it. It’s not a good thing, but we all go through it. Death kills us emotionally and then brings us back to Life. Some people live their life to die. Plan for retirement – don’t live for it. Plan to live to a fruitful old age – don’t hope to live until you’re old.

 A few weeks after my father died I had a dream about rats and some other stuff that made no sense. My dreams about him always contained a memory of him, but he was never in the dream. Last night I had a dream and he was there. I was in a kitchen and was serving lemon cookies to two of the kids that starred in the Everybody Hates Chris Show. I think the cookies were lemon because two days earlier I bought an Entenmanns Lemon Crunch Cake. Weird. It was the girl, Tanya and the boy, Drew. We were talking about school and teenage stuff. My father was standing by the side of the table and took a few cookies off the plates and ate them. He was smiling and laughing, but I couldn’t hear his voice and he never said anything.

 When I woke up I remembered the dream and that he was there! My father was in my dream! He was happy and healthy. He had on his glasses and looked just like my daddy. I thought of the times when I was a teenager and would bake cookies. He would come pick a few off the plate and keep walking into the living room to watch TV. I had a hard time remembering good things until lately.

 There has been so much forward motion in my life since 2008. Positive motion. I’m still working on financial stability, but my change is adding up. When you step out on faith you step into you. I miss my daddy. I may have pennies in my change purse, but those pennies are adding up to my IT.

 Think about who you are, what you want and what you do. Think about the changes you’ve made or are willing to make to get it. A small change is the catapult for greatness. My dream made me realize that I’m getting there. I’m hurt that my father isn’t here, but I’m living. I’m changing and becoming a better person. At the end of each day I don’t feel that my change drawer is short. I can turn in and know that I’ve done good…I’ve done real good. Do your life math; Is Your Change Adding Up?

 Uh…does this dream mean that I need to play a number? (^_^)

 I luv you.

EXCERPT – Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story

Some women don’t leave until they get their ass kicked the right way. Not a bruise or a broken bone, but a good deep down ass whoopin’. Not enough blood for questions, but just enough to make their soul wonder why….

Wait for Love: A Black Girl’s Story – $12

Terrance started a fight with me that morning over my use of water. He said I should pay the water bill, along with the rent, because I was bigger than him and used more of it. It was early and I was cranky from not having much sleep the night before. He had his friends over for an all night party on a Tuesday. None of them had jobs, so no one had anywhere to be but where they were. I didn’t feel like hearing what he had to say, so I replied with a smart quick tongue, hoping to silence him.

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve said to date. I guess you expect me to pay the cable, gas, light, and phone bill as well since your pathetic ass isn’t man enough to do it. Shut up, Terrance. It’s too early for your mouth.”

My response caught him off guard because his reply to me was that of silence. I started walking towards the bathroom to get dressed when I heard him running up behind me. My face was met with his head when I turned towards him. The fool head butted me. His exact target was my eye. I fell backwards on the floor and grabbed my face in pain. Gray stars and filthy vultures circled my face and moaned a song of gloom; it hurt so bad.

While I was on the floor crying and screaming how sick I thought Terrance was, he started kicking me in my back, sides, and face, while yelling in crazy man lingo.

“Don’t you ever talk back to me, you fat, sloppy bitch! Your stupid ass is going to pay every bill that comes into this house whether I have a job or not! Now get your sorry ass up and fix me some breakfast!”

He stopped kicking me and walked away muttering words under his breath that only a psychotic nut would understand. I managed to get up and went into the bathroom to look at my face. My left eye watched my right eye swell up, and my right eye noticed my left eye was red and puffy. My black eyes were on their way.

I took my nightgown off and looked at my stomach in the mirror. It was bruised and I imagined my back was, as well. There was no need to look because I’d felt this way before. I wanted to call into work, but I was already absent two days that week and couldn’t afford to miss anymore.My right eyeball was no longer visible, and I’d have to wear a pair of light colored shades all day as I’d done before. I was at the point of not even bothering to put on makeup to try and cover it up, knowing what I was hiding, as did everyone else. I’m not sure who was who, but I came out of the bathroom to see Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde standing in my living room in the form of Terrance’s body.

“Hey, baby. I have some interviews to go on today, so I’ll drop you off at work. I put your purse and jacket in the car, and I want to stop and grab you some breakfast, so hurry your sweet self up.”

He walked out the door and I stood in the middle of the room waiting for an answer. Someone needed to tell me Terrance was sick and I wasn’t the person that had his cure. Sure, I had the answer; I just didn’t feel like talking to myself.

Wanda D. Hudson

Personally Yours – Author Gerald Rice

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they  write smokin’ books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Gerald Rice’s  life. Enjoy Personally Yours!
1. Who is Gerald Rice? He’s a dead body rotting in the corpse of a rusted out Grand Am in the backyard of an abandoned house in Highland Park.  Hey look- I just found him that way, I didn’t do it.  But me?  I’m a guy who did a lot of different things before finally coming back to my passion.  I’m a father and a husband too.  I’m a lifelong Detroiter where ever I go.  I’m a grateful child of a broken home.

2. What are you passionate about? Books.  Reading was my first passion, writing is my second.  No, horror movies were my first passion.  Then reading, then writing.  I started watching horror movies when I was about 4.  My mother introduced me to them.  She was a huge Stephen King fan and she was really the reason I started reading for pleasure.  I was in the Horizons Upward Bound program when I decided to start writing as a hobby.  I had a creative writing class where we all had to write a story and read it aloud to the class.  There was something so addictive about having a captive audience listening to something I created.  I wasn’t really that good at first, I think I can be bold enough to say I was pretty bad.  But I never stopped wanting it.  I committed myself to learning from the books I read.  People like Stephen King (obviously), F. Paul Wilson, Al Sarantonio, Ethan Black, most recently David Wong and a host of others.

3. Why should the world take notice of you? I’m different.  Not that I’m the only unique voice, but I think all unique voices should be heard.  You won’t pick up another book on the shelves like mine.  I’ve always been the ‘what’s next’ or ‘what’s new’ guy.  If I’m writing about monsters I want it to be THAT monster you think of when you lie awake at night.  I want to push any genre I write in, to create someone else’s favorite or most hated character.  I’m not a black writer; I’m a writer who just so happens to be black.  Just like I’m a writer who just so happens to have feet.  It’s a part of me, a major part even, but not my sum total.

4. Old school music or todays Hip Hop and R&B? I’m going to say both and neither.  My tastes are weird.  There’s a lot of old stuff I just never dug and a lot of old stuff I only liked because my parents liked it and a lot of stuff I just got burned out on.  And whenever I had control of the radio in the car I was always flipping past stuff other people probably liked.  My mama used to have nights where she would let me or my brother pick the music.  We could go through her extensive record collection and play a dozen or so songs.  I picked stuff like ‘Electric Avenue’ (back when nobody was listening to Eddie Grant except like 5 people and we were 3 of them), Billy Ocean and Rod Stewart (don’t pretend like ‘Da Ya Think I’m Sexy’ wasn’t the jam).  Stevie Wonder is my all-time favorite artist but I can’t STAND ‘Ribbon in the Sky’ anymore; give me ‘Do I Do’ or ‘Creepin” (I also can only listen to like 2 Luther Vandross songs and his version isn’t one of them).

But the new guys, I don’t know, I don’t keep up with music like I used to so it’s tough to name who I like.  Jaheim, I think his name is, every time I hear him I have to turn him off.  I liked ‘Ain’t Leavin’ Without You’ back when George Benson called it ‘Gimme the Night’.  But I’m a huge fan of Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Corinne Bailey Rae.  Some Alicia Keys is okay and Rihanna is like junk food.  I know it’s not really that good, but I can’t help myself.

5.What are your life rules?
 Don’t expect to get something you don’t give
Expect me to pick at you if you let me know something bugs you (it’s a Rice trait–we’re jerks like that)
Be careful who you step on today, they might be standing over you tomorrow
Don’t touch my food
Stay out of other people’s bedrooms
Seeing your mother naked after 12 will give you eyeball cancer

6. If God sent you a text message what would it say?
What did you put in the turkey burgers?  Those were awesome.

7. 5 Favs
a. color – Green
b. food – steak (medium well)
c. movie – The Thing
d. song – ‘What You Won’t Do for Love’
e. drink – Cranberry juice
8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? I like that JFK quote: Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.
9. If you could change your past would you? Sometimes I think I would, but it then again everything I’ve done up until now has lead me here.  My life isn’t the greatest, but I can’t imagine life without the people I have in it or the things I’ve accomplished.
10. Random thought – If there’s something you really want to do with your life then you won’t let any obstacle stand in the way of you doing it.
11. Where can we find you on the net? or my Facebook page, which I have no idea how to find.
12. Fill in the blank with one word – To know Gerald Rice is to be touched by the squishy brain of Gerald Rice.

Personally Yours – Author Timothy N. Stelly

Personally Yours will give you a brief look inside your favorite authors world. We know they  write smokin’ books, but do they smoke with the Surgeon General and if they do, what? Are they left-handed or right handed? Take a personal look inside Author Timothy Stelly’s life. Enjoy Personally Yours!

1. Who is Timothy N. Stelly?- I am a burgeoning poet, aspiring screenwriter, novelist and essayist. My first love is satire, but sci-fi had become my bread and butter. I am a student of writing, still learning something new and interesting about my craft.

2. What are you passionate about? – Other than writing and church, I believe in service to others. I help whenever and wherever I can. As for my writing, I am obsessed with presenting thought-provoking writing to the public.
3. Why should the world take notice of you?- I’m not a cookie-cutter sci-fi writer nor of any other genre. In HUMAN TRIAL, which is technically sci-fi, the story focus on human relations and the idea that the biggest threat to man is man, and not an unseen enemy. Even in my upcoming novel, A JUNKIE’S PARADISE, which deals with a viral outbreak, the focus is on human dynamics and man’s willingness to exploit other men for their own survival.
4. Vanilla, Chocolate or Neopolitan? – Chocolate, rather its ice cream or ladies. I love my beautiful black women. No one has ever loved me stronger than those special beings.
5.What are your life rules? – Think before speaking or acting and accept responsibility for the consequences of both; Never criticize anything you don’t understand, can’t replace or improve. I also live by the mantra, “To whom much is given, much is expected.”
6.You are the last man on earth with Coretta Scott King and Rosa Parks. Who would you choose to procreate with and why? – Both are beautiful and strong, but I think Coretta was younger, so I’d opt for the one who will be spry the longest.
7. 5 Favs
a. color -Green–all shades. It has always re[presented youth–translate that as promise. Plus, it reminds me of Omaha *(where I lived for 3 years)  in the summer, with all its greenery.
b. food – Meatloaf, mac and cheese and I’m an ice cream junkie. You can probably tell as much from my photo.
c. movie – Hustle and Flow; though I think Do The Right Thing is the most important movie I’ve ever seem.
d. song – The original Alphonse Mouzon recording of The Next Time We Love (From his By All Means CD.)
e. drink – Vodka and orange juice.

8. Do you forgive regardless of what someone has done to you? Yes. It takes time, however. When I examine the offender’s track record, I find they usually have a history of doing dirt, so I pray that there be distance between me and anyone who wants to hurt me, my family or who harbors ill will toward me. That prayer is always answered. Pver the years I’ve lost quite a few (so-called) friends and ex’s. So be it.
9. If you could change your past would you? – In two areas. I graduated at sixteen, but when I attended college, I  never focused on a major. If I could go back to that age, I would have attended a southern black college so I could see that part of the country and spend my youth surrounded by the folks I love most. I would have also waited to become a father. I was 18 when I became a father and by the time I was 23 had four kids and was making just enough to get us by.

10. Random thought– Love is blue.

11. Where can we find you on the net? and I post essays sporadically at You can “take the grand tour” and just Google “Timothy N. Stelly Sr.” I’m all over the place.
12. Fill in the blank with one word – To know Timothy Stelly is to Observe and listen to him with an open mind.

I Just Wanna Know…

Self-Published Authors; are you open to consignment, or is it strictly cash up front? I want my books in as many stores and locations as possible – BUT – people sure can act a fool when they get your book in their hands. Do they own your work? Do they control your destiny? Do they have a right to give you your chedda when they feel like it? And what is up with the 50-50 split? 60-40? 80-20? 100-0?

Everybody Needs A Little Luv but dayum! When does business turn into greed that makes you to hungy to starve?

I Just Wanna Know

Wherever He Is


Wherever He Is, he is. He is everywhere and so is he. I believe, so I am with Him and we are always together. I miss my daddy. But when you believe in Him it’s alright. I believe – I’m alright.

So why the doubt? Why do I refuse to understand? Why do I have to remind myself to step out on faith? Faith, belief…Lawd help me. Should you believe what you can’t see or touch? Should you believe what you feel? I believe what I feel. Faith.

Death. Death to me equals disappearing without a trace. How is that possible? My father was here. He held me, he talked to me, he laughed with me, he loved me and now he’s gone. The trace is memories. No one can disappear without a trace. There is something there, but maybe we haven’t seen it yet. When he first passed away I couldn’t remember anything. All the dreams I had were jumbled and he was never in them. Now I see him clearly – my trace is abundant.

Confusion. Confusion equals chaos, which leads to fear. We fear the unknown. Do you believe what you don’t know? Faith; just hold on to faith.

It was good to go back to Florida and talk to my daddy. A weird thought came to me. I felt I could dig deep in the dirt and open his casket so he would see me. STOOPID.  I got a grip and just talked. I talk to him a lot, but talking in person always outweighs distance. I know he heard me. He hears me each and every time. I wonder will I see him again. When we die do we change? Do we forget? Do we still love and remember who we left behind? When I die will I see him? Will he want to see me? I believe. I’m still his babygirl, so the answer is yes.

Doubt always gets on my nerves. It thinks it can shut me down since I don’t have my captain here giving me pep talks. Faith beats doubt all the time; straight flush, gin rummy, go fish. Whatever you choose to play, choose faith as your teammate – you’ll never lose.

I took a picture of his headstone to see his name. I traced it and cried.  My Doobah said, “Hey, that’s my last name. He has the same last name as me.” Thank God for shades. He was here, he is here. We say no more pain or suffering and that’s what I lean towards. My daddy was sick. I didn’t want him to be sick. We say that’s The Master’s Plan. Believe that His Plans never fail. Pain ceases, hurt subsides, but memories last forever.

I feel good….better. If I only have two dollars in my pocket I can make it. Yah’ll can help a sista by going to my website…Anyway…

Wherever His Is, he is. I believe, so he is always with me.

I love you daddy.