Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Writer Wednesday's here! The fun part about #writerwednesday is that I get to share snippets of my published works, upcoming works, and any wips I'm working on. I am sharing an excerpt from BeJeweled: What A Tangled Web. It's the second book in The House of BeJeweled series, expected to be released this fall. I originally planned a release at the end of this month, giving you something to close the summer out on. But things happen and I have had to change my release date. So all I will say now is that it's coming soon. 

How many of you have felt at times that your prayers have gone unheard? Or maybe you felt as if you were just overlooked because you didn't deserve it. Sometimes when we've been waiting on a prayer to manifest especially after several years, it's easy to believe you've been forgotten and you simply want to give up, if you haven't already. That's exactly what happens when no one tells you what to do during the waiting. The waiting is where real faith steps in. But what happens when a woman has no faith anymore? Read on...



Wesley took Nikki to his car and settled her in after Olivia and Raymond had left the reception. Closely following Olivia’s orders, Wesley stopped Nikki by Walmart to equip her with everything that she would need: a nightgown, fresh underclothes, and a simple outfit for her to wear the next day, until she could return home.

Nikki was searching for a way to get back home to her husband. She knew that it was pointless to try and convince Wesley. He had shared with her on the drive to Olivia’s home that he wanted so desperately to get her out of the clutches of her alcoholic husband, until he could get the help that he needed.

“Alright, let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you. I’m heading home for the night, but you’ve got my cell phone number.” He had stayed at Olivia’s house with Nikki for about 45 minutes just listening to her talk, before deciding it was time to head home.

“Thanks, Wes. I really mean it, thanks for everything.”

Wesley’s eyes softened as he looked into Nikki’s. “Baby girl, I’m just doing what anyone would do. Friends are supposed to have each other’s back and that’s all I’m doing. I know you’d be there for me, if I needed it.”

Nikki smiled at Wesley. “I would do whatever I could. Thanks again.” She walked Wesley to the door of the townhome and gave him a hug.

“And Nikki…say a prayer, okay? He hears you.”

Nikki simply nodded, smiled at Wesley and closed the door behind him. She didn’t know about Him hearing her. If He heard her, He would change her husband. He wouldn’t let them keep failing to have kids year after year, and Carlos beating on her week after week. She shook her head and pushed those thoughts to the back of her head. All she wanted was to rest for the night and find a way to get back home.

I hope that you enjoyed this snippet. If you missed the first book in the series you can get it on AMAZON.

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Writing My Dreams

by: Chelle Ramsey

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


Leland Bobbe

Last week I posted a blog topic focusing on a few self-created issues women encounter today, entitled "Woman Up." Well today's post is part 2 of that post.

There have been so many red flags that catch my attention when I look at females today, especially the young ladies. However, it was a particular discussion that I read about on FB that got me on this spiel. The discussion centered around a mother teaching her daughter how to perform oral sex. I was outdone to say the least. I am all for sex education in the schools and in the home. I truly believe we must equip our children with the accurate knowledge, rather than hide away and let them learn about it outside the home.

But at what point do we say enough is enough? At what point do you consider the lines are being crossed? My mother didn't have those conversations with me. She simply told me over and over again not to get pregnant, don't be hanging around with different boys it doesn't look lady-like, and so on. But we never had any depth or substance to the conversation, and I wish that we did. On the other hand I see some mothers go so far in depth as to teach their children about various sexual positions and so on.

So we've got two extremes on the spectrum. To discuss or not to discuss that is the question? I believe discussion enlightens our children in a positive way. There are numerous benefits from having open discussions with your daughter, but here are just a few:
  1. Your daughter is informed, she has the proper knowledge, and in most cases she is then able to enjoy a comfortable relationship with you.
  2. A sense of comfort rests upon her, when your daughter feels comfortable coming to you with questions. If she hears certain topics discussed at school among her peers, she should be able to come home and get an accurate understanding from you, the parent. If not, she's liable to make up her own rules, which may include experimentation along the way. Knowing that she can confidently share with you, what's on her mind will allow her to mature in her knowledge and trust you more.
  3. Discussion also ensures you know what's going on in her world. I can think of no better way to get an understanding of your daughter's mindset than to listen to what she has to say about the conversations being held at school among her peers.
  4. It provides you with an opportunity to build a solid foundation of morals, values and respect of how your daughter views her body, intimate relationships, and what she has to offer in the world.
With Storm, I have been able to gauge where she's at and what she's ready for by simple conversation. From the time we first began to discuss her changing body (before the changes occurred), to her being attracted to boys I prod along at her level of comfort. If she asks me a question, I don't turn red and run away. I stay and deal with the issue, find out why she's asking, and it opens up conversation from there. We have read books, watched shows, talked about decisions and mistakes that I have made in life on every possible subject. If the conversation progressed at a rate, she was uncomfortable with, I slowed down to her pace and gave her that respect. My level of discomfort was never an issue, because it was about me being there for her and ensuring she is equipped with everything that she needs.

One of the most important factors that I have found is it's important to our relationship that I respect her privacy. When I first began my menstrual cycle, my mother called her mother and sisters to inform them. That's so embarrassing! To me there was no need for anyone to know anything. And I keep that level open with my daughter. I discuss certain issues with my husband, because as a father, he needs to know what's going on with her. But I draw the line after him. Because of the respect that I have for her privacy, she is comfortable coming to me telling me simple things, like the fact that she's crushing on some little knuckleheaded boy. Or the fact that two of her friends are liking the same boy, and one of them even has a boyfriend.

I just believe that as women we sometimes make the mistake of going too far. Sometimes we don't want to leave our daughters in the dark like our mothers left us, but we have to maintain a level of respect. Without that respect how can we teach them to respect themselves? The discussions leave an opportunity to instill values and respect in your daughter. If the only thing that you're teaching them is how to have good sex, what's the best position to make him 'say your name, say your name,' and how to place lipstick rings on him, then you're doing her a disservice. She's being taught how to disrespect herself and her body and that she has nothing to offer the world.

Love, respect and honor yourselves women...and then you can teach your daughters, our futures to do the same. She won't go for anything, but she'll stand for the best thing...herself.

Join me as we continue the discussion on this "Woman Up" series. Because I know that we could discuss this controversial topic all day.

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Writing My Dreams

by: Chelle Ramsey 

Monday, September 15, 2014


Romans 8:24-25 For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

It's hard waiting and expecting something and never seeing the manifestation of the thing you're hoping for. In the beginning you're like a little child waiting on Christmas. You know that it's coming because it's been promised, you only have to wait for that day to arrive to get your just reward. But in other ways it isn't anything like a child waiting for Christmas. That child can see the gifts under the tree, he sees all the decorations and hears the songs playing on the radio, and sees the movies on TV. So he knows that it's coming, because it always does at the same time every year. But with you, you have no idea of when it's coming and there aren't any signs to show the manifestation of the thing you're hoping for is on the way. But you stand by faith, believing that in time you shall receive.

But then the days and weeks turn into months and you continue to pray and wait, and pray, and wait some more. But what happens when those months turns into years? It's so easy to give up if you haven't begun to see the manifestation of a promise in your life. We begin to become confused thinking maybe that wasn't promised to me, or maybe I misunderstood. Sometimes you even question your clarity thinking maybe it was me speaking and not God. Some people get to a place of feeling they haven't received because they don't deserve. Well truthfully none of us deserves His goodness. But He blesses us anyway, not because we deserve it, but because He's just that good.

Have you ever considered that during the waiting there's something else you're supposed to be getting out of the wait? Have you ever thought the waiting was for a reason? Maybe you haven't received the thing you're hoping for yet, because you haven't gotten the lesson out of the wait. Sometimes we go through ordeals or wait times because He wants us to learn something during that time. Whether that lesson is strength, patience, humility, faith, compassion or something else it doesn't matter. If it's His plan for our lives it will be made manifest at His time, not ours. " For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11.

It may be a few years, a few months, or several years but don't give up on God. As the song says, "...because He won't give up on you." During the wait ask Him what is it that He wants you to learn, what does He want you to get out of the experience? And then sit quietly and listen. He'll tell you because He simply wants you to come to Him.

Be blessed my friend and continue to wait with love, expectancy, and faith. But during the wait, do the work and wait with a purpose. For when you know your purpose, you can fulfill your greatest potentials.

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Writing My Dreams

by: Chelle Ramsey

Thursday, September 11, 2014


The year 2007? And there was a lot going on in my personal life as well as on the news. The pop culture world would be saddened by losses, shaking their head at foolishness, and shocked by bold moves. I was excited because my family would be moving at the end of the year into our new home. I had just started a new job that year and there were so many exciting things on the horizon. And it was the last year my family's life would ever be considered what we called "normal."


SUPERBOWL CHAMPS: Indianapolis Colts

NBA CHAMPS: San Antonio Spurs


Anna Nicole Smith dies from a drug overdose at the age of 39.
Paris Hilton spent 23 days in jail for DUI.
Britney Spears shaved off her hair.


1. Spider-Man 3
2. Shrek the Third
3. Transformers
4. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
5. Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix
6. I Am Legend
7. The Bourne Ultimatum
8. National Treasure: Book of Secrets
9. Alvin and the Chipmunks
10. 300

10. Fergie ft. Ludacris - Glamorous
9. Nellie Furtado - Say It Right
8. Akon ft. Snoop Dogg - I Wanna Love You
7. Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
6. Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats
5. T-Pain ft. Young Joc - Buy You A Drank  (Shawty Snappin)
4. Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry
3. Gwen Stefani ft. Akon - The Sweet Escape
2. Rhianna - Umbrella
1. Beyoncé - Irreplaceable

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


Today's Writer Wednesday takes a look at my current #WIP "A Woman's Choices." I had taken a break from writing my stories for one month. It was a very refreshing and eye-opening period that was definitely needed.

This #wip is my first work in first person. A story about three friends coming from similar backgrounds, yet making choices that have led them down diverging paths.

Sasha and I had resumed our regularly scheduled lives after the brief interruption. Attending church with my parents that Sunday had been a cleansing process for us both. We enjoyed dinner with them that evening and returned to school and work as if all were well. I continued to take her back and forth to school, until I could re-secure my trust in her. Just because we had run into Jaime, did not mean I had forgotten the things Sasha had done prior to his arrival.

It had been a couple of weeks after our run in with Jaime at the restaurant that I once again experienced an upheaval in our lives. I was analyzing the forecasts that had been submitted by each department for the month. My internal line buzzed.

“Yes, Nadia?” I answered, after pushing the button to respond to my assistant’s call.

“There’s a gentleman in the lobby downstairs insisting he needs to speak with you. Security did not allow him up; however, he has persisted, stating it was an urgent family matter,” she explained.

I could not think of any male that would be attempting to reach me about family matters. I was an only child and my father, uncles and grandfather all had my cell phone number, as well as my direct extension at work. Everyone here was very familiar with my father. I knew it couldn’t be him, otherwise they would have allowed him to come directly up.

“Did he leave a name?” I inquired.

“No ma’m. Security says he’s appears to be a Hispanic gentleman?” A probing tone rang out in Nadia’s voice, as though she were questioning rather than informing me.

Hispanic. That could only be one person…a Cuban man by the name of Jaime Fernandez-Garcia. What the hell did he want and why was he here at my job? Truthfully, I could answer the second half of that question, easier than the first half. He dared not go to my parents’ home. He probably knew I had shared with them what happened, and my father would be waiting to break his puny behind in half. He knew that I worked for EBS, so he had shown up here instead.

What I did not know was the why. And curiosity was getting the better of me. I wanted to know the why, but I wanted to do it on my own terms. I knew I needed time to get my emotions under control. And when I really thought about it, I realized I wasn’t as surprised as I first thought I was. Honestly, I had been waiting for this visit. I knew that his wife might even be behind it. Yet, I needed to get me under control first. Where he was concerned my emotions were a wreck. He was the last man I had truly cared for, or trusted. And he had taken that care and trust and tossed it out like yesterday’s garbage.

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Writing My Dreams

by: Chelle Ramsey