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Season Greetings!

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

Wishing You a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

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

Auntie Nettie, Incidents Revealed

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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…

Year Thirty-Six

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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


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 g…

Metamorphism

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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, …

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

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

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…

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…

An Intimate Afternoon w/An Author

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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

Soulmate, Fifteen Years and Going!

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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

Loved this quote so much, I needed to share!

Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.
~Oprah Winfrey


Excerpt #1, The Emotional Woman

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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 mo…

Pied-à-terre Wishes, Coming Soon!

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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

Women In Power, Motivating and Inspiring!

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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...P…

One Broken Down Car, and A Dream!

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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 dre…

Perfecting!

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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



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,…

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 th…

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. 

The Reason Why I Write

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

Who is The Emotional Woman?

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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 

The Day My Vision Transformed Into Reality

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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 ):