Category: Prose

Writing It Gently, Babies

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A Book Review

Let Me Write This Gently, My Baby by Lisa Marie Lovett. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Lately, I’ve been reading books that are seeping into my soul, spreading throughout my body, and settling into my marrow. There is nothing like reading a damn good book that strengthens you throughout the read, and begs you to sit with it for a while longer than you initially planned to. Let Me Write This Gently, My Baby by Lisa Marrie Lovett (Seasoned Dialogue on all platforms) does exactly that.

A spoken word poet, speaker, and influencer (amongst other things), Lisa lures the reader in with her gentle sayings that come wrapped in love, but with Mama’s sternness, and lets you know she means exactly what is being said to you. In every word shared within these pages, there is love, kindness, encouragement, testimonies, and a subtle bite to remind the reader that the author can get feisty if she has to. I appreciated everything this book has to offer, and I am blessed to have had a friend gift it to me a couple of months ago.

Below is the review of it that I shared on Amazon and Goodreads:

I Sat With This Book As If It Were My North Star

And that isn’t to say that it steered me along the right path every single time I opened it up, no I am saying this because the journey was a much-needed one. It came at the right time, and as a gift, too.

Sometimes, we need wisdom to glide to us in other forms, and when it is laced as poetry and literary art, for the written word creative, that is a blessing.

To connect with another human being’s words when you’re hungry for peace is soulspeak on an entirely different level.

Lisa Marie Lovett is in fact, “Seasoned Dialogue”, everything about this book screams teacher, poet, writer, experienced, a work in progress, blessed, and willing to learn. “Knowledge is infinite”, and within these pages, there is plenty of it shared with the reader.

I intend to read this book many more times, especially when life becomes far too heavy to carry or is cloaked in evil that I cannot fight alone.

Let Me Write This Gently, My Baby is a testimony that will continue to confess for many years to come.

If you’re a lover of poetry and looking for a book full of spoken word and poems that will nestle up next to you and spend a few nights in your head, this book is for you. The flow is smooth, succinct, flawless, and seamless, without a single hiccup. I appreciate the literary artistry on every page, and I am sure you will do the same.

Have you gotten your copy of Séduire: Serial Tales & Flash Fiction at Lulu in E-Book & Paperback versions, or Amazon in Paperback (only) yet?

I am on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about recent events with a previous place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination, growth from the transition after resigning from that company, and life’s foibles and overall experiences. I welcome your visit.

Opening Lyrics To Songs That I Love

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Bonus: Anita Baker, I Apologize

Operator, get my baby on the line/
‘Cause just the other night we had a horrible fight/
I admit that I, I was out of control/
But I still love my man with my body and soul/

Anita Baker, I Apologize via YouTube

This has been one of my favorite segments on my blog in a very long time! Thank you for joining me for Opening Lyrics to Songs That I Love!

“I Apologize” is a song by American recording artist Anita Baker, released in October 1994 as the second single from her fifth album, Rhythm of Love (1994). The song peaked at number eight on the US Billboard Hot R&B Singles chart and number 74 on the Billboard Hot 100. It won her a Grammy Award for Best Female R&B Vocal Performance.

“I Apologize” entered Billboard‘s Hot R&B Airplay chart on November 5, 1994, and rose up to number 5 at the end of February 1995. The song hit number 1 on Billboard‘s Adult R&B Airplay chart on February 4, 1995, spending 38 weeks on the chart. At the same time, the song peaked at number 8 on the R&B chart.[1] In the UK, “I Apologize” broke into the pop singles chart at number 80 on July 2, 1995, and dropped out the next week.[2]

British magazine Music Week gave the song three out of five, writing, “Baker goes jungle? But her strong vocals retain the original feel of these tracks, creating a soulful jungle splice-up.”[3] Chuck Campbell from Knoxville News Sentinel felt that here, the singer “glides into the subtlety of a more refined arrangement”.[4] Jonathan Bernstein from Spin declared it as “a request-line perennial-in-the-making”.[5]—Wikipedia

If you’ve watched the video, I should not have to say much about this song. It’s soft. It’s mellow. It’s beautifully arranged. And Anita’s voice is the Chef’s kiss. Everything it needs to be, it is, and I appreciate its classic and timeless existence. I always will.

Thank you for joining me on this musical journey. It has been fun sharing some of my favorite songs and their captivating opening lyrics.

A Day To Bloom

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Sunday Microfiction #9

Sunday Microfiction #9: A Day To Bloom. Created with Canva.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Left-handed in a Dream: A Haibun

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Part III: Regretting marriage

AI Generated Image: A Black woman looking ahead with a frustrated look while pondering a few photos she is holding. She is wearing gold hooped earrings, her hair is braided and pulled back into a bun, and there is a blurred background of what appears to be a home’s living room.

Memory hadn’t considered how life would be with Rodney. They were high school sweethearts. She thought going with the flow would be essential: stick with him, he’s a good guy, loves her, cares about her, and would do anything to appease her. But now that they’re both older, he is well . . . boring. She reminisces while sifting through wedding photos, shaking her head at their decision’s haste and considering the welcoming mat of divorce. Where would this lead them, though? Divorce is final and Rodney is a huge chunk of her life. He isn’t some man she decided to shack up with – they’ve invested time, love, effort, and work into each other. Rodney is . . . bigger than regret.

temporarily
filled with regret as peace moves
calmly into view

Part I & Part II

Please Scrutinize Your Healthcare Bills, People.

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I say this as a person who has been in the medical field for 23 years, and who was a medical biller for 10 of them.

AI Generated Image: A Black woman is sitting and reviewing a medical bill. She has a frustrated look as her long curly hair layers lovingly around her face. She is wearing a soft version of a purple top and the background is blurred out.

Earlier today, I had to place a call to my insurance carrier and have them call the billing department for my provider’s office because I have been billed twice for services rendered on the same date.

Disclaimer: I had one appointment on the date mentioned below, and it was for my annual exam only, which is a service covered at 100% by my insurance plan.

I went for my annual exam on 02/18/25 and my provider’s office coded the actual annual exam, it was processed and covered at 100% and paid accordingly, but they also billed me for a 99214 code which is the second to last CPT code for an established patient office visit. One of the highest billed charges for an established patient for in-office services.

Now, I know these people didn’t think they’d get someone who did medical billing for 10 years calling them today with a representative from their insurance carrier, but they got the WRONG one and the RIGHT one today.

My insurance representative informed the billing representative who took the call that they will need to send a corrected claim to reflect the annual exam only (which means, they’re going to end up having to refund the payment for that OV (office visit) code they billed incorrectly, too) and the bill I received from them for $30.00 is currently being held or contested until after the coding review.

I don’t play when it comes to my bills and you DARN sure ain’t gon’ get me because I scrutinize every EOB that is emailed to me. And I do so happily because I have seen way too many people pay bills without actually reviewing them and matching them up with their insurance policy’s coverage and benefits.

People, please review your healthcare bills with a fine-toothed comb. Ensure what you receive is correct and on par with what YOU KNOW is in line with the services rendered.

I was informed I should receive an updated bill and resolution in 7 to 10 business days.

My inner Ghetto Queen is saying, “BAYBAY, I will R O L L up to their corporate office at the hospital and ACT A WHOLE FOOL over $30.00. You not gon’ get me for preventative services that’s covered at 100% with my plan. Nah, nah. You remove that OV code, send a corrected claim, and give my insurance carrier back their refund when it’s all said and done. And don’t do it, and watch me email the CEO of that hospital organization.”

Be on the lookout, beautiful people. Take care of yourself and make sure no one is taking advantage of you and your medical benefits. It’s only going to get worse as time moves forward under this current administration. Mark my words. Stay vigilant, loves.

R A N T  O V E R!

Left-handed in a Dream: A Haibun

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Part II: Running away from fear

AI Generated Image: A Black woman running down a busy street in hip-hugger short shorts, a black halter top, and black heels. The background is a blurry, busy street – much like most well-known cities’ “Downtown”.

Memory shifts from a dream state to a thinking state, and she speaks out loud to herself. “What the hell just happened?” It’s one thing to feel like you’ve been dreaming for the entire night, but it is a whole other situation when everything feels like a dream even when it shouldn’t. Her hands were shaking – the left hand first, then the right. Her husband is still sound asleep . . . unbeknownst to the conjured up drama his wife is experiencing. Crabby night air fills the room, and Memory longs to fade to black and never return to this space and time. Running away from her fears is a welcome reprieve, but what shoes should she wear?

awake at twilight
fear rattling her shaken soul
runaways come back

Part I