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Relationships, struggles, regrets... memories and love...Living Life as The Emotional Woman!

Friday, December 28, 2012

Season Greetings!

Isabella Randle on Christmas morning

 I truly hope that you're enjoying this holiday season 
  &
wishing you a Magnificent 2013! 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wishing You a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

Wishing you a lovely day filled with joy, laughter and fond memories.
~J.R. Randle

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Auntie Nettie, Incidents Revealed



Incidents Revealed, happens to be one of my favorite literary projects.
I started writing about the unusual life of Karmyn Washington and her family, over three years ago, while living in Ferndale, MI. This fabulous, funky and special location holds a dear place in my heart. Somehow I came alive, opened up and became feverish with new ideas, unique characters and unsettling story lines. Which brings me to Intervene, Ohio ... and the Washington Red-brick.
I hope you enjoy the Sneak Peek of Incidents Revealed. ~J.R. Randle 

Auntie Nettie, stood tall with her long legs the color of copper pennies. She had a smile that lasted a lifetime, and a shape that curved the way Blue Bird Drive had. My Auntie Nettie kept her hair in curls, where as; my Alma wore her’s long and straight. James Sr. said that when Alma and Auntie Nettie were in their teens they looked almost identical. You could barely tell them apart, then after I’d come along Alma gained a small pouch that James Sr. loved to hold on to at night. Alma didn’t take to that too much; although she knew it was the truth. Alma said, “That life had a way of turning you as hard as life was, and so Auntie Nettie with all of her traveling had become just that ...hard.” Alma said, “In her face, not in her smile, in the skin and the bottom of her feet as well as other places where the eyes of men roam and the secrets they share are not always revealed.” I’ve carried that very statement with me through my own life. ~Karmyn Washington, Incidents Revealed©EpiphanySoulPublishing, llc


J.R. Randle 

                        

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Year Thirty-Six


On the eve of my 37th birthday, I find myself thinking of Year 36. 
Have I accomplished all that I desired? Am I happier this year than the last? 
Have I inspired others to follow their passions as difficult as it may seem? During Year 36 ...have I given back to the world in the amount that I believed?  Have I lived the very best life that God has to offer ...an unlimited abundance of bliss, prosperity, opportunity and love?
 Have I explored new continents, embraced unique people or relocated to an unimaginable location thousands of miles outside of my comfort? 

No 
{I have so much more to accomplish}

Yes
{I am thankful to be alive}

Hopefully 

Yes 
{Although I expect to give more in Year 37}

No 
{Although I expect to live more in Year 37}

No ...Yes ...Partially 

Good Bye, Sweet Year 36 

My time with you has definitely been adventurous! 
Excited, I await Magnificent Year 37 
  ~
J.R. Randle, Year Thirty-Six



Friday, October 12, 2012

Pied-à-terre Dreams


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Transported beyond my normal existence I find myself roaming free, exploring the world, my mind remaining clear.  Conceptualizing and visualizing this new world that I've become attached to ... where I now live and breathe. In movement, unable to permanently be grounded I've taken residence in NYC, Midtown to be exact. Today, I find myself positioned high up on the twenty-first floor. Embracing the city life from a writer's view: Consumed with various sounds ...pulsating, over-powering. Awakening my soul. Composing wishes with my words. I feel invigorated. Reborn. Writing from my pied a`terre window,  I've fallen in love with what surrounds me. These vivid images of inspiration I welcome within. The people ...the vehicles ...the food being sold.

I will soon be returning to Detroit as I am only here temporarily.

Transported beyond my normal existence- living the writer's life. In a dream-like state observing, creating ...still in movement unable to permanently be grounded. Amused by what's in sight.
The burst of light, the energy electrifying from the heart of the city-even in daylight. Perched in a corner from up top; I stare long and hard while engaging the vibe from the people of Times Square.

Connected, I continue to write: The characters are now in transit, no longer in plain view. I find them hiding. Blending within the NYC landscape, its many trees, and busy sidewalks. I imagine them running fiercely inside of the luminous gigantesque [Empire State] Building ...hiding from me, their creator. Although, I am human-far from a God. I am the author of their existence, sent to this place to discover dreams of imaginative creations ...and whimsical beings.

I will soon be returning to Detroit as I am only here temporarily.

Living the life as a writer, my mind has no limitations.  I can travel from place to place, worlds apart and beyond the normal scope. Unable to permanently be grounded I remain inspired to create.  While I still dream to inspire.  




J.R. Randle~ Living life, one passion at a time!    








Thursday, September 20, 2012

Metamorphism



Monarch Butterfly on Goldenrod Image ©Jennifer Schlick

                               God, life changes faster than you think. ~Amy Tan 


Today, I came across this quote, it reminded me of something my brother shared during one of our intense conversations. Without divulging any of his personal thoughts or secrets. My brother clearly expressed his disdain for how fast the seasons change. The deeper the conversation evolved the clearer it had become that my brother not only spoke of changing seasons but how sudden one's life can transform. A metamorphosis of experiences, memories and love, simply rearranging itself into one unusual cluster of brand newness.

The strong, powerful relationships you once held close are now pieces of delicate petals left to scatter in the remembrance of your mind. The affection and fondness you treasured and shared has unexpectedly vanished. All choices and decisions previously made are now exchanged or severed. Life as you knew it ... lies beneath, suffocating within. Angry, dishearten and filled with doubt, continuously questioning how life shifted without notice.

Agonized by misfortune.
Struggling to exist.
Striving to grasp for the normalcy lost.

After saying our mutual good bye's and I love you's.  I'd left my brother fumbling with his keys in one hand, and balancing his cane in the other. It was then that I realized the depth of my brother's transformation. Still, I wait ...I wait for that glorious day to arrive! When my brother recognizes the true height of his courage-the incredible measure of his unbelievable resolve!

Although, this conversation has since past, my brother's words continue to remain with me. Reminding me like the seasons, life changes faster than you think. So, be brave ... accept each day, as it appears and live life to the fullest.


J.R. Randle~The Emotional Woman








Monday, September 10, 2012

Poetry I Love


Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning. I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. I was much too far out all my life, And not waving but drowning.~ Stevie Smith, Poet

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

One Quote that Resonates


It's being willing to walk away that gives you strength and power - if you're willing to accept the consequences of doing what you want to do. 
~Whoopie Goldberg

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Excerpt #2 "The Emotional Woman" The Life of Coral



Coral's mother had opened her home to a man with no history. Although, Gidgy worked ten-hour shifts at the nearby canning plant. He lived a fairly secret life. After Lea's illness began to invade much of her life, her nights eventually became increasingly lonely. Soon rumors began to spread that Gidgy was spending most of his late nights in the company of unsavory individuals at the local pool halls. A few concerned friends did some asking around and later found out that Gidgy was originally from St. Louis. He was apparently a loner. With no lingering wife, or expecting mouths to feed. Mostly, he lived a life consumed with women, drinking and filth. 

That was another thing that bothered her about Gidgy, the fact that he rented whores all over town and her mother seemed clueless to the Sweet Bred gossip.  It was more than just gossip though, because old man Henry Lee had found his wife Big Edna in the bed with that loser and everyone knew about it that night. Secretly, Coral had wished that Henry Lee hadn’t missed his shot with that double-barreled shotgun he drew on Gidgy, but Henry Lee was known for his bad eyesight. Her father had even said so. Coral wouldn’t have missed if she had had the chance. 

If only she had had the chance. 

The memories of her deceased parents proved to be useless and overwhelming. Understanding the severity of trouble she was currently in, drowning in thought would not help.  Coral overheard angry sounds from underneath her hideaway. It was Gidgy  ...Mr. Gidgy her mother had always told her to say, but there was nothing Mr. about him and that she knew for sure. What he should have been called was the Devil, for that’s what he appeared to be. 

The men all rumbled under their breaths, it was only a matter of time before they would catch her. There they stood, all three of them, the imp himself, Gidgy; and his worshipers, Leo Davis, and Herbert Lewis.  Three hideously drunken men who wanted to harm her in the worst way possible. Coral failed to see her thick dark blood running slowly against the ginger shaded leaves. The opened wounds of her black-and-blue legs had told the men a secret.

Herbert Lewis gawked at the sight of blood gradually falling from the sky; it was a message from the old Grady, a tree like no other. Innocence was to be taken, time to change her into a real woman. Herbert pointed up into the bosom of the tree; Leaving Coral to scream from within. Although they did not see her the three men knew it was a sign from above. With no barns or buildings in site for another six miles, where else could she have gone?

Gidgy called out her name as loud as the sky was high, demanding Coral’s tears to pour down unto her torn floral dress. Her fears more intense than before, she prayed to God to watch over her and keep her safe like she was taught in church.

Out of places to hide ... with no where to run,  just old dirt roads and the cloudy sky. Coral sat still, silently among the many golden leaves carefully not whispering a word. When she overheard shots from the rifles engaged in the air; reminding her of, Fourth of July. Scarred and horrified she kept her mouth closed.  

Not a single word released.

The angry trio grew increasingly irate and soon began shouting out even more, this time all three. They wanted her … yearned for her innocence, no more kissing, caressing, and teasing in a corner. Now her breast was fuller …legs taller, and skin smoother. Coral’s hair gracefully drifting along her backside in thick shades of red. She was becoming a woman-identical to her mother and they wanted her all to themselves.  

As Coral’s thoughts intensified, Leo Davis wrapped his short frame up against the trunk of the old Grady and started to climb, as his large soda bottled eyes led the way, it was then when he spotted her shivering body positioned in the palm of the tree. Signaling the other two men emerged a smile and Coral knew that she was caught.

God had not heard her prayers.  

Close to the sky she placed herself ... still, he had not heard her cries. 

It was over. They had found her.

~J.R. Randle ©epiphanysoulpublishing



Encore! Excerpt #1, The Emotional Woman


Dear Journal,


We lived a life filled with intentional loss of memory over a man, and father that was no longer required. On the contrary, I needed him. The man with no name ...no face. I required a physical fortress to protect me from the darkness lurking inside Building 232, and the harshness tormenting me from the outside.

There were times I wondered if I looked like him, my father that is? I believed that I had because my mother would stare at me for hours, her eyes numb ...lips and fingers twitching, “ Hmm, ...simply terrifying.” 

Remembering from past arguments with Coral, my father had never truly loved my mother. That he’d eventually turned his back on us. Coral pregnant at the tender age of fourteen with me twirling in her womb. My mother was careful to mention very little details confirming his existence, “A down right hateful bastard.” Speaking nervously, constantly twitching.

How ironic that I would come to think the same of her.

Surely, this is painful to desire a mother’s love, and in return she refuses to embrace that love. Coral had never accepted me. Even now as a successful career woman and married to an unbelievably affectionate man. I definitely could not earn her respect diagnosed barren.  

Coral would laugh in my face, short of spit. 

“ Zola, you are not the right woman for that old man. Houston needs a real woman, a grown woman ... and you still a child." Coral’s words resonates throughout my body ...antagonizing my brain, my heart, and captivating my insecurities. 

I’m ruined. 

Lingering moments of fragmented memories I’d rather were immutably disconnected from my mind instead of repeatedly crashing, repeatedly crashing into my consciousness. I thought of coming clean to Coral, and to my husband, and with myself. Leaving me to wonder if Coral would finally come to love me? Would my  husband then decide to leave me? ... Melodee, would she be ashamed of me?

The thought of bringing a child into this turmoil after enduring so many evils of the world. With knowing the extensive baggage I, myself continue to carry seems borderline mad. So many questions that are in need of answering, and I am absolutely in need of them all.  

Conflicted.
Suffocating.
Emotionally drowning.

Until next time ...Mrs. Zola Roberts

J.R. Randle ©epiphanysoulpublishing

Friday, August 10, 2012

An Intimate Afternoon w/An Author

The Historical Royal Oak Women's Clubhouse

The Intimate Reading ~This Fall


Several years ago, after struggling with an emotional lay-off and feeling a bit lost. I began to write a story of two women who had both suffered a tremendous loss of life, love and hope. As the pages increased, so did my love for this unfortunate family. Beckoning to be more than a short story, The Emotional Woman was penned. Coral Williams and her daughter, Zola have forever changed my life and I look forward to the novel's magnificent reveal. ~J.R.Randle

Friday, July 27, 2012

Soulmate, Fifteen Years and Going!


I found my soulmate over twenty years ago ...during high school statistics class! We never stopped loving each other. Yesterday, marked fifteen years, and my love for you continues to run {forever}, my love.


Happy Anniversary, Darryell Randle
With Love, Your Wife

Monday, July 23, 2012

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Excerpt #1, The Emotional Woman

     
          Dear Journal,

We lived a life filled with intentional loss of memory over a man, and father that was no longer required. On the contrary, I needed him. The man with no name ...no face. I required a physical fortress to protect me from the darkness lurking inside Building 232, and the harshness tormenting me from the outside.
There were times I wondered if I looked like him, my father that is? I believed that I had because my mother would stare at me for hours, her eyes numb ...lips and fingers twitching, “ Hmm, ...simply terrifying.” 
Remembering from past arguments with Coral, my father had never truly loved my mother. That he’d eventually turned his back on us. Coral pregnant at the tender age of fourteen with me twirling in her womb. My mother was careful to mention very little details confirming his existence, “A down right hateful bastard.” Speaking nervously, constantly twitching.
How ironic that I would come to think the same of her.
Surely, this is painful to desire a mother’s love, and in return she refuses to embrace that love. Coral had never accepted me. Even now as a successful career woman and married to an unbelievably affectionate man. I definitely could not earn her respect diagnosed barren.  
Coral would laugh in my face, short of spit. 
“ Zola, you are not the right woman for that old man. Houston needs a real woman, a grown woman ... and you still a child." Coral’s words resonates throughout my body ...antagonizing my brain, my heart, and captivating my insecurities. 
I’m ruined. 
Lingering moments of fragmented memories I’d rather were immutably disconnected from my mind instead of repeatedly crashing, repeatedly crashing into my consciousness. I thought of coming clean to Coral, and to my husband, and with myself. Leaving me to wonder if Coral would finally come to love me?  Would my  husband then decide to leave me? ... Melodee, would she be ashamed of me?
The thought of bringing a child into this turmoil after enduring so many evils of the world. With knowing the extensive baggage I, myself continue to carry seems borderline mad. So many questions that are in need of answering, and I am absolutely in need of them all.  
Conflicted.
Suffocating.
Emotionally drowning.
Until next time ...Mrs. Zola Roberts
J.R. Randle ©epiphanysoulpublishing

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Hi, New Followers!

Sending a tremendous Thank You! To all of the fabulous new followers who recently joined my Emotional World!

J.R. Randle~
www.emotionalwoman.com

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Women In Power, Motivating and Inspiring!


There’s a New Woman in town! Inspiring, motivating and leading the way to a greater power!  
Not only of a financial power, 
but a power within ...self-empowerment!  
She lives a humble, yet confident life, instead of remaining lost ...she’s fighting back! Creating happiness one day at-a-time.

Searching, and exploring the world ...this NewWoman understands her true desires. Not afraid to move forward her spirit drives her closer to a remarkable accomplishment.

Not invisible, nor a super hero, this New Woman is absolutely Real. Perfection living a mile away, flaws neighboring beside her. First to admit, the New Woman can be severely obstinate and down right relentless. More often in need of a good friend to hear her closeted cries.

In a world filled with a variety of beautiful illustrious women, the New Woman is carefully emerging, setting her sights on her rightful place, on top of the world's philanthropic throne. Forever significant and positively magnificent ...she is Adventurous...Passionate and Incredibly Loved.

P.S.

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J.R. Randle, 
Independent Author & Publisher 
www.emotionalwoman.com




                


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

One Broken Down Car, and A Dream!


Over the past three weeks, I've come to find myself placed in various conversations with many interesting people.  The popular topic of discussion clearly consisted of both men and women in search of their true destiny...the real reason for their existence.  Many of us share the dream of cutting loose of our nine-to-five's in quest of creative freedom.  In hopes of leaping out from amongst the numerous "...Could I, Should I's and What If's".  
Free to explore our passions, in pursuit of what truly makes us happy as individuals, and hopefully become successful in the process. 

Which, brings me to the meat of this post and to the focus of most of my recent conversations, The Fear! 
While on the path to creative freedom  what are you Really giving up to reach your dreams?  As the fear sweeps in, beginning to rush through your body, tranquilizing and suffocating your mind with worries and doubt.  The nerves surrenders to the angst and all of the things you've dreamt of independently achieving becomes nothing more than chaotic chatter! 

What are you leaving behind on your lonely road to entrepreneurship?
                                                                                             
An excellent benefit package: 401k or 403b retirement savings, dependable medical insurance, tuition reimbursement, a company car and lets not forget a steady pay check... the list can go on and on!  Again, allowing those pesky lingering thoughts to creep in and take control of all hopes and dreams. 

So, how bad do you want it? 

Are you willing to take out a loan to finance your emerging talent? 
Maintain three part-time jobs to fulfill your full-time aspirations! Will you drop off the face of the earth for months at a time to focus on perfecting your amazing idea?  Or, possibly travel the world in search of remarkable new spices to create a sinfully delightful cookbook?  

Whatever your decision ...live with it! Regrets and all, it's your life, after all!

J.R. Randle~

I look forward to presenting the Living Your Passion!, Series for the month of June! Upcoming, Women In Power and lastly Breathe It, Live It! 

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Friday, June 1, 2012

Perfecting!

Hello Everyone-

As the Emotional Woman blog is new... I am constantly transforming and perfecting the blog's layout. Thank you for your honesty and please continue to share by leaving your comments:}

Much Love,

J.R. Randle
www.emotionalwoman.com



Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Lonely, Complicated and the Miserable!


As a writer, I've come to develop a community of lonely and complicated people in my stories. Possibly a mirror image of the people I connect with in my own life. It makes me think of my tag line when advertising my blog  site, "Come connect with me!"  How often do we connect with the people in our own lives?  What are our relationships really built on ...trust, loyalty, jealousy or deceit? What affect have we truly made on each other, are we held up to a different standard than the next person.  Am I valued for being a better person, due to my religious beliefs, or political views? Or, better yet...have I befriended a person solely based on their values or point of view?

In the past few weeks or so, I've come to ask myself these personal questions. I say personal, because their's a chance you may not like the answer to some of the questions provided. Honestly, it made me think differently. I realized how empty or lonely one can become, without personal enjoyment, life goals... guilty pleasures or challenges. Life becomes dull and uninspiring. Fortunately, for a writer even one's empty life may inspire the uninspired writer, in need of its perfect subject to dissect. Yes, it's true. I often find myself inspired by certain individuals and their unwillingness to connect, the loners and the complicated, who live miserable lives.  Who go on to impact the world with their misery and complexities. Recently, I found myself forced to connect with these people and it awakened an unusual tide of questions, more than the normal, agonizing with every thought!   "Why are you so angry?"...Why are you settling?" Why aren't you happy?" ....the list goes on and on. 

I find happiness in the smallest things. Welch's Real Fruit brings a smile to my face. The sun fighting the rain, brings joy to a weird day!  I’ll be the first to admit, bliss is not always a friend of mine. However, the difference is I fight for it, instead of engulfing myself in despair. 

Yet, miserable people with their miserable lives find it difficult to fall  into a positive abyss.  Impacting us all, within our families, and careers, schools or past times we run into these specific individuals. The characters' writer's like myself birth, mold and create only to subject them to awful and horrific experiences. They too, reside in this world inhaling and exhaling unpleasantries all while suffocating the rest of us with their unfortunate behavior and lack of consideration for the people they come to know.  

The question is how should we handle it? Should we choke on the bitterness that life sometimes reveals or forge ahead accepting that the Lonely, Complicated and Miserable will simply exist?                                                                                                                   

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

More Info, Please...


The Emotional Woman, is a literary novel that explores the complicated life of Zola Roberts, a young woman who suffers from a nervous breakdown after spending much of her time internally existing between two very unique worlds:

Haunting images of the past...

On the east side of Detroit, inside Bldg. 232, lies a depressing tiny two-bedroom unit, and its occupants: Coral Lincoln, a woman who is both emotionally and mentally unequipped to love and protect her daughter. Unable to cope with demons of her own, Coral continuously detaches herself from the life she shares with her daughter, Zola.  Life becomes even more damaging to Zola William’s young soul when Coral walks in on her lifeless husband, Ronnie Lincoln no longer seated in front of the television. But, yet just seconds away from molesting Zola. Inviting a monstrosity of turmoil into their worlds for years to come.  Leaving the two women to embark on a tormented journey that will forever impact their lives. 

Vulnerably existing in the present...

Zola Roberts finds herself conflicted by the triumphant career woman she portrays and the rewarding life she now leads. As wife to Houston Roberts, a successful marketing executive, and the love of her life. At thirty-two years old, Zola Roberts appears to have effectively created a new world, one that she’d never imagined. Still, desperately seeking refuge from the past she once lived. By keeping both worlds apart, locked away and unwilling to share. Zola, has worked meticulously hard with battling her demons. That is, until the day Houston shares his dreams of starting a family with his new wife, causing Zola’s two worlds to eventually collide. 

The Impact...

In fear of becoming like her mother and still in search of Coral’s love. Zola, desperately attempts to breakthrough the estranged relationship shared between she and Coral. Dangerously, placing Zola's sanity on the brink of madness, sending the Roberts' down a tortuous and turbulent path. As they fight to survive in a marriage threatened by mental illness, life-long secrets and suicide. Zola Roberts will have you endure the most unbearable moments of her life... in The Emotional Woman.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Random Interruptions ...


What happens when your life is suddenly interrupted by random calls, lingering thoughts... weird dreams and complicated people?  Over the weekend I found myself suffocating from extreme randomness!  
Two days filled with unusual occurrences remaining with me from the beginning to the end...disrupting my mental space. Haunting me with reminisces of people, places and things long gone or disjointed from my life.  Astonishing, how one's world can easily become transformed by the minor connection "of another"-how "that one person's" struggles easily triggers or amazingly shifts the events of your own life... emotionally shakes me. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Reason Why I Write

Writing releases for me what life itself can not,  a new identity... a new life ...a new world.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Who is The Emotional Woman?

My second life is just beginning...baring it all, 
emotionally nude
Please tell me... will you be able to accept me?

I exist in two different worlds...totally and completely vulnerable
living as Zola Roberts, a woman on the run...running from the past 
and slowly blending into the present.

The future seems almost bleak, so out of reach for me
Lord, will I make it?
Or, will I just give in and disappear.
  
   ZOLA ROBERTS, The Emotional Woman 


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Sunday, March 18, 2012

So It Begins...

Given the time to sit back and evaluate my life. I wasn’t to happy with it; it was time to seek out my purpose in life.  To examine, repair, and heal what was missing. Well, I’ve had that time…I needed to write.  I needed to inspire people with  my words…my thoughts and experiences.  I hope you come to embrace my inner thoughts as food you love to digest.
        Enjoy the blog,
        J.R. Randle
        Experience the written soul
        www.emotionalwoman.com
        

Quote of The Week

"Funny business a woman's career. The things you drop on the way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you'll need them when you get back to being a woman. It's the one career we all have in common … being a woman."
           All About Eve, Margo Channing ( Bette Davis ):