A Call for Submissions for…TO HONOR THE HEART

S. Andrea Allen:

Please consider submitting to this important collection!

Originally posted on Claudia Moss:



As a rape survivor shattering years of silence, I am compiling approximately 50 stories to include in an anthology of power, grace and forgiveness entitled TO HONOR THE HEART: women’s stories of rape.

An anthology of this nature has not been written since Charlotte Pierce-Baker shared her survivor story along with those of 11 other women and 5 men (men’s stories about the women they loved who were raped) in SURVIVING THE SILENCE: black women’s stories of rape. Pierce-Baker’s collection was published June 17, 2000.

This new anthology is long overdue.

I am seeking SUBMISSIONS from ALL women (African, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, Native, White and all other ethnicities; bi, lesbian, pansexual, straight, trans, etc.) who have survived the trauma of rape and molestation.

You are being invited to participate in this ground-breaking anthology, a loving space to embrace all of our voices in telling the unspeakable…

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Life, or Something Like It

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog. My life has been a bit hectic since the move and the start of this new job. Things are good on a personal front, but I’ll admit that I’ve purposefully refrained from writing here the past few months. Not only that, I’ve tried to stay off of the web in general. I can’t bear to read the news these days.  A part of me feels like I’ve taken the easy way out; I don’t want to talk about Eric Garner, Michael Brown, or any of the other Black folks murdered by the police in recent months, hell, recent years.

I still don’t.  Let me rephrase that. I can’t talk about them right now. My broken heart won’t let me.

Instead, I’ll post their names, and let you ponder on the state sanctioned violence that is being enacted whole scale on Black folks in the U.S. right now.  It’s nothing new; but it does seem to be “trending” again in ways that I have to admit frighten me. I’ve never felt so unsafe in my entire life, and I’m afraid for everyone in this country that looks like me.

Still, I’m happy to see the recent protests going on all over the country, and the messages of support from our brothers and sisters around the world. Perhaps this is our next Civil Rights Movement. I hope so.

I’ll leave you with two images: the names of the murdered, and a song that embodies what a lot of us are feeling right now.

Black persons killed by police



Lez Talk Books Radio Debut!

In case you missed it, here’s a recording of our debut show with the formidable Paula D. Ashe last week.  Be sure to tune in Tuesdays at 6:30 to hear us live with our guests.  If you’re interested in being a guest on the show, email us at leztalkbooksradio@gmail.com.

Love Unrequited: The Story of What Was

S. Andrea Allen:

My new friend and colleague regaled us with this story last November around the dinner table while at a conference. I’m so glad to see that she has written about her grandmother’s fierce determination to live her life on her own terms, and I’m so happy that she has given me permission to share it here with you. Enjoy.

Originally posted on Sherrema's Shenanigans:

Grandma Irene, Christmas 2010, Bower House, Flint

Grandma Irene, Christmas 2010, Bower Home, Flint

“Grandma, why don’t you marry Father Y?”

The friendship that unfolded between my grandmother and her former priest was heartfelt and loving and the family watched and waited, hoping it would grow into marriage.  The question above was one we asked her repeatedly the last near-dozen years of her life.  Finally, almost three months after she died on August 25, 2013, I went on a quest to meet the man who had loved my grandmother for nearly five decades.  Ironically, friends though they were to the end, he had to content himself with hearing her voice only because he never saw her in person again after their first few years together.  This is their story.

When It All Began…

My grandmother married my grandfather in Las Vegas in 1952 where my mother was born in 1953 on May 20th, just 3 days after…

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Lez Talk Books Radio

Hey y’all! It’s Facebook official! Lez Talk Books Radio is up and running and our scheduled launch date is 9/16/14. Remember when I asked you about starting a podcast focused on Black lesbian writing? Well, the founder and publisher at Resolute Publishing reached out a couple of weeks ago, and we have decided to collaborate on the radio show. I am very excited to be working with her on this and I hope that you all will join us next month.

We are still working on a show time, so please check our Facebook page for updates. For information about becoming a guest on the show, email us at leztalkbooksradio at gmail dot com.

Y’all know imma cross-post this, so pardon me if this shows up on your dash more than once.  :)

Love and light,


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