Thursday, September 26, 2013

Falling Leaves- and Falling in Love

Hey, Y'all!



As of a few days ago, it's officially my favorite time of year, fall. There are so many reasons I love this time of year. And I'll tell you now, none of them have to do with all the pumpkin related products at Starbucks. While I love coffee and tea, pumpkin just don't move me. :)

Anyway, I love the changing colors of the foliage. Since I live in the mid-Atlantic, I love the drop in temperature- it's a much needed reprieve after August, when temperatures and humidity are so high you'd swear the pavement is melting. It's a great time of year for one of my favorite activities: porch sitting. That's right, y'all. My porch is cluttered most of the time, but I can sit on it with the best of 'em.

Another reason to love the season: I was married on the last day of summer so I started my life as a Mrs in the fall. It's been a decade, as of last week, since I married Strong and Silent. We've had our ups and downs, faced a lot of health issues with our oldest child, and gone through a whole bunch of mess courtesy of his employer. Still, I wouldn't trade him in for a shirtless Idris Elba. If you've known me longer than five minutes, then you know that's saying a lot.

So, here's to fall. Get on outside, enjoy that beautiful foliage, and if you've got a porch, sit on it like the royalty you are.

Until Next Time,

Kianna

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Get Your Cocktail Dresses Ready


Hey, Y'all,

Today I have an exciting announcement for you. One month from today, on October 19, 2013 (which happens to be my birthday), I'll be part of a reader event that will certainly go down in history as one of the coolest you'll ever attend.

The event is called "A Hauntingly Sexy Meet and Greet", and will be held 10/19, at the Doubletree Hotel in Fayetteville, NC. The party starts at 7pm and goes, well, till we get done partying! It's a cocktail event, and we're asking you to break out your best LBD (Little Black Dress) and show up ready to meet your favorite authors, drink, and have a great time. So who's going to be there? Me, Erosa Knowles, Suzetta Perkins, and Cheris Hodges. There will be sneak peeks, goody bags, and other exclusive treats for readers who attend. That's right- now you know it's going to be epic.

Best of all, this event is free! That's right, it's at no cost to attendees, thanks to the gracious backing of Erosa Knowles. Space is limited, though- only the first 45 readers to RSVP will be accepted.
If you're in the area, or can get here, I suggest you RSVP right away- I expect slots to fill fast. I hope to see you there!



Until Next Time,

Kianna

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Haters Gon' Hate...

Hey, Y'all,



I'm back in effect again! Yay!

So, you can probably guess from the post title what I'm ranting about today. As the great young philosophers of 3LW once sang, haters gon' hate. That is, some folks are always going to have a problem with something you do, or say, or think. Yeah.

For me, I encounter a fair amount of hatin'. Just recently, for example, a person who shall remain nameless, informed my husband that I should be out working a "real job" instead of "sitting on my a$$" at home. Now, mind you, I've never met this person, and she knows nothing of my life except that I work from home. For some reason, folks think that's code for eating junk food and watching t all day. I can't speak for others, but in my case, I do ACTUAL WORK.

Aside from that, I don't know what in the world made her think she was in any position to give me advice, through my husband, on what I should be doing. Since she doesn't know me, or my family, she doesn't know that with a special needs child, there really isn't a 9-5 regular job I could take, as his care requires too much of my time to fit a boss' liking.

My point is, when people like this come along, trying to dictate how you do you, ignore them. No one can live your life for you, so do it your way- all I ask is that you keep it legal, people.
As for Madame Advice, she can go somewhere and have several seats.

Until Next Time,

Kianna