BONDED by Kyra


A Dual Realm Novel

Paranormal Romance


A man running from his past.


Desperate to escape the person he once was, Trey is constantly on the move. All he wants is to go home, only he can’t do that unless he can find a way to atone for the sins of his past. But can a man with so much blood on his hands ever hope to find redemption?


A woman hiding from her present.


Innocent of any wrongdoing, Sarah is nonetheless in serious trouble. Her brother’s actions have left her a target for a drug dealing gang leader who will stop at nothing to get back what belongs to him. With nowhere to run, how long can she stay alive?


A chance for the future


Two worlds collide in a dark alley beside an abandoned clothing store, sending Trey and Sarah down a path neither could have imagined they would ever follow. Together they can mend their broken lives. If they don’t rip each other apart first.


     When he spoke, his voice sounded strange even to his own ears. “I’m afraid of myself.”


“Because… because I’m a monster.”

“What? No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.” Trey lowered his arms to his side. “I’ve done things. Terrible things. You don’t know. Everything I touch, I destroy. It’s why they won’t let me come home. And it’s why you should get away from me. I’m sick.”

“Whatever happened in the past, it’s over now,” Sarah said. “I don’t care about any of it. I know you’re a good man. I’ve seen it. I can feel it. You can’t say or do anything to change my mind. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The words were a broken whisper, a plea to the darkness inside.

“Then don’t.” She touched his arm, prompting him to turn and face her.

Trey gazed down into her sweet face, his emotions all tangled inside. “It’s not so simple.”

“Yes it is.” She rose up on her toes and kissed him.

Everything else disappeared except for the feel of her lips pressed to his. The anxiety. The fear. The anger. All gone. It was the purest moment of peace he’d ever known. He pressed his hands against her back, drawing her body closer as the kiss deepened.


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Love is in the Air – Patricia Middleton

Title        Poetic Praise: For Seasons of Singleness


Genre    Inspirational Poetry

Blurb      During the intermediate years of my singleness journey I discovered the humanity of the Psalms. One study states that over 40% of the recorded Psalms are laments (songs expressing sorrow or regret). David, King of Israel, wrote 73 of the 150 Psalms. One of my favorite is the 13th Psalm. It sums up my seasons of singleness in six little verses.

In the first two verses, David asks God “How long?” four times. He follows with a request in verse three and a worry in verse four. What surprised me was how honest he was with God about his fears and his impatience. But more than that, I was encouraged by how he ended the Psalm. The last two verses, like many of the lamenting Psalms, ended with praise. In spite of David’s inner turmoil, he sealed his Psalm with praise.

Poetic Praise is a collection of 35 poems I wrote in various seasons of my singleness. Some poems will make you laugh. A few will make you shed a tear. Several will give you a selah moment – a moment of quiet introspection. But like the Psalms of David, most of these poems the will lead you into praise.





Love had done many things to me,

Some too terrible to tell,

Love almost made me take my life,

Love almost put me in hell.


Love would send me to the highest heights,

Only to bring me crashing to the ground,

Love would be there every day,

Then suddenly love was nowhere to be found.

Love told me I would be beautiful,

If only I would change,

If only I would stop or start,

If only I would rearrange.

I’d finally take two steps forward,

Then love would cause me to fall,

But I didn’t know that what I thought was love,

Wasn’t really love at all.

One day LOVE gently touched me,

With a little nudge here and there,

Before I knew what was happening,

The sadness began to clear.

LOVE lifted my eyes heavenward,

Until I was finally able to see,

Beyond the pain and heartache,

LOVE was shining back at me.

LOVE lifted the burdens from my shoulders,

LOVE softly tilted my chin,

LOVE gave me the strength I needed,

To stand back up again.

God is LOVE. 1 John 4:8





Yes, I may be hurting,

But the victory is mine.

I’ve learned to be obedient,

And I’ve learned to sacrifice.


Sure, I’m disappointed,

But I still have the victory.

I’ve traded in what I want,

For what God wants for me.


Yes, I may be crying,

But the victory is won.

Mingled with tears of what could have been

Are tears of joy for what’s to come.



My heart is full of fears

But my words are full of thanks

I’m fighting back my tears

And I’m offering up my praise


Thank You Lord for it could have been

Much worse than it is now

Though I’m hurting I will make it

Even though I don’t know how


Thank You Lord for a heart to heal

Though it seems that I can’t cope

I know as sure as there’s a God

For me that means there’s hope


So yes, my heart is full of fears

But my words are full of thanks

And yes, I’m fighting back these tears

But still I offer up my praise





Because praise will lead me closer to You

And away from all this pain

Praise will bring me closer to You

And to all You have ordained


So I’ll thank You and I’ll praise You

For the rest of all my days

I’ll thank You and I’ll praise You

For the blessings and the pain


Thank You for Your forgiveness

When from Your will I strayed

And thank You for Your faithfulness

When broken to You I came


And for everything in my future

That You have already ordained

I give you praise

I give you praise

I give you praise



Living deep inside of me,
Is a love so pure and true,
Waiting until the day that I,
Will finally say I do.

Sometimes this love bubbles over,
When I think I’ve met the one,
That I have been fashioned for,
By Jesus Christ God’s Son.

Only to realize it’s another case,
Of mistaken identity,
I thought he was one for me,
But instead I was deceived.

The last time as I walked away,
And checked my love supply,
I silently said this prayer,
And as I began to cry: 

“Lord I need a favor,
Would You please do this for me?
Keep my love safe and sure,
Under heaven’s lock and key.

“And don’t allow me access,
Until the one ordained by You,
Comes into my life and declares,
’My heart’s desire is You’.

“But until then, Lord, keep my love,
Believe me I have tried,

But one thing I am sure of:
You’re much better at it than I”.


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Love is in the Air- Felecia Middleton


Title                          Metamorphosis by Felicia Middleton



Genre                      Poetry – Inspirational and Spiritual


Blurb                        During many times in our lives we undergo change. A metamorphosis is “a change of physical form, structure or substance, especially by supernatural means; a striking alteration in character or circumstance.” Often beautiful in appearance, metamorphic rocks, such as crystal or quartz, are created by the application of heat and pressure from the earth. Change is inevitable. Embrace it. Take charge of it. The results can be exciting.


Excerpt                  ANOTHER LOVE


Have you ever been in love before?

How many people have you truly adored?


Your heart beats fast and you’re always excited.

You feel on fire, your heart is ignited.


It’s a special feeling you just can’t ignore;

A feeling you want to have more and more.


As time passes by you can lose control.

You need them around to make you feel whole.


To unconditionally love and share;

Care for you always, forever be there.


Sometimes it won’t work and sometimes it will;

But when it doesn’t, your heart just stands still.


My friend, there is something that I need to tell

About this feeling that I know so well.


If you fall hard and end up bruised,

If you end up lonely and confused;


There is another love that you need to know;

Somewhere you can always go.


A love that is precious, generous and free;

A love that was meant for you and me.


The love that I tell of is so very rare;

It is the kind of love that cannot be shared


Between friends or lovers because it is divine.

This love is so special, I am glad it’s all mine.


His love will ease your hurt and calm your fears,

Console your heart and dry your tears;


And then when you let Him take full control,

He’ll wash your sins and save your soul.


He’s a lover who will never leave,

He only wants you to trust and believe.


So although you’ve loved and didn’t win,

You can fall in love again.







Whatsoever things are true,

That’s what my mind is tuned to.


Whatsoever things are honest,

When I think on them it is best.


Whatsoever things are just,

Thinking on these things is a must.


Whatsoever things are pure,

I’ll think on those things for sure.


If it is or expresses love,

That’s what I want to think of.


Keeping my mind continually on the Lord,

Producing thoughts that are of good report.


This is what I need to do

To have thoughts that are of virtue.


I pray that for the rest of my days,

I will have thoughts that produce praise.




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Love is in the Air- Cassandra

A Love Gift

A Poetical Compilation by Cassandra



A collection of poems about love in various forms.




My love for you is as a bud ready to bloom in

fullness of our radiant friendship.

Never have I known such beauty as that

which we now possess.

Tell me that our love will burst open to

the sunshine in our hearts.

Tell me how to reach out to you in softness

to touch your tender skin.

Even raindrops will not drench my

affection for you.

No…it will fall off and I shall

remain unhurt forever.

Only you can allow this strong bond

between us to grow into perfection.

Why can’t we realize this for eternity?

Why should our love be like a flower

and shrivel and die without nourishment?

Let this not be our love, my sweet.

Let ours be as a rose that lasts in our

hearts unaltered, unbroken, my love.


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Love is in the Air – Karen Kelly Boyce

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“In the Midst of Wolves”

Christian Romance

Which twin is good? Which is evil? Will Skylar discern the answer before it’s too late? Should she listen to her heart or remain loyal to her childhood friend? How do the pure-hearted deal with those whose intentions are not pure? In the Midst of Wolves, a tale of twisted motives and confusing feelings, will keep you guessing.

In the Midst of Wolves is based on the Bible verse from Matthew 10: 16, “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.”

This novel is a multi-generational tale of good vs. evil. With complex characters that include a greedy grandmother, a cowardly husband, and a young girl longing for love, this story explores the eternal question: How does good recognize and deal with evil?

Skylar is orphaned at an early age and longs to find love in her foster family. Feeling like an outsider, she is confused by the two twins who are rivals for her heart. How she discerns the difference between the two will lead her and the reader on a journey that is full of twists and turns.

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Barbara on September 17, 2014

In the Midst of Wolves is an intriguing story of love, ambition, envy, and compassion that probes the mysteries of the human heart. I loved exploring the characters and their motivations as the story unfolded. The rich character studies and engaging plot held my interest from start to finish. Entertaining fiction with a message-just the thing!


By Don on October 19, 2014

William Shakespeare fans will see “In the Midst of Wolves” a modern extension of his tragedies. After Karen Kelly Boyce leaves you raw with the cruel machinations of Queen Regina, she soothes her readers with her spiritual insights and wisdom. This FIVE STAR novel will grip both adults and young adult readers. It’s made for discussion groups.
If Lady Macbeth would trade her breast “milk for gall,” so would Regina, “Queen” Kagan— the most tragic figure, in Boyce’s latest novel. Young Regina abandoned her humble beginnings for a status, wealth, and power. She used, discarded, and stood on anyone who could advance her fortunes—her family, her friends, and her true love. She exploited her husband, in-laws, children, and grandchildren as pawns in her quest to gobble-up her longtime business rivals.
Besides Regina’s similarity to Lady Macbeth, shades of other Shakespearean tragic figures populate “In the Midst of Wolves.” Romeo and Juliette, Hamlet and Ophelia, Othello, Iago, Desdemona, and Brutus, appear in the generations of Kagan family and household members. Regina, the classic “nasty,” dominates and deforms the psyche of her children and grandchildren. She, and sometimes they, with their lies, blackmail, bribery, and intimidation spread misery wherever they go.
Romeo and Juliette, Hamlet and Ophelia, who were likely teens during their tragic years, resemble the younger characters in Boyce’s novel. Parental or grand-parental rejection, bullying and social pressure led the unloved children to seek solace in vengeance and sex. Out-maneuvered, they found that revenge furthered Regina’s plans and that sex wasn’t the love they craved, especially when it led to an unexpected pregnancy and added rejection. They endured the sting of condemnation from the self-righteous who lifted not a finger to help, while committing far more grievous sins.
“In the Midst of Wolves” speaks to the adults of today, reminding them of their power to influence the lives of their children and grandchildren. Adult readers witness Regina and her ilk use their wealth and position to bribe, influence, and manipulate the world around them. Regina reaped gains while she “destroyed” her enemies, among them, members of her household. “In the Midst of Wolves,” explored the evils of too much wealth in the hands of those shockingly devoid of compassion. Adults must set a life-affirming example, especially as the Regina Kagans of the world grow in dominance. The young adult readers will resonate with this tragic tale of the younger Kagans, especially since they experience the same struggles and are prone to the same mistakes.
Since “In the Midst of Wolves” is a YA novel with adult appeal, I could see its wide use in adult and youth discussion groups. Karen Kelly Boyce set the tone for each chapter with a scripture selection, instead of a chapter title. As narrator, she shared meditations rich in wisdom and spiritual life to launch each chapter. This timely, yet classic novel will stand out among recent YA offerings. Boyce dares to buck the trend. She offers her unique and hopeful perspective to modern teens.

By Cea on November 4, 2014

In The Midst of Wolves is a tale of selfishness and greed versus unselfish love. The story grabs you on the first page and doesn’t let go until the last. Ms. Boyce uses an interesting technique of beginning each chapter with a Bible verse and a reflection on a facet of the human condition. After I read the novel, I enjoyed going back and re-reading the preludes to the chapters.
By B. on September 19, 2015

I was easily drawn into this novel with the theme of good twin/evil twin. Author Karen Kelly Boyce creates a suspenseful scene, with an evil grandmother reminiscent of the one from Flowers in the Attic.


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Cassandra Ulrich – http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/
Karen Kelly Boyce – http://www.karenkellyboyce.com/blog
Kyra Dune – https://theshadowportal.blogspot.com/
Lisa Middleton – http://literalleeme.weebly.com/blog
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Patricia Middleton – http://www.patriciamiddleton.com/blog
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Love is in the Air – Sherrie Yvette

Are We Lovin’ or Naw?

Jesus WILL manifest or show Himself to us if we will slow down and DE-funk. In other words get out of our emotions. We already know that WE, women are some of the most emotional creatures known to MAN.

When I say emotions what immediately pops into your mind?

Imagine what comes with those words. Often times all of the angst and motions behind what we feel impede or stop us for really communing with Jesus. But he gave us those emotions to commune or have a bond with Him first; not everyone and everything else.

After all in Hebrews 11:6 it tells us that it is impossible to please Jesus without faith. How can we have Faith in Him if we are succumbing or giving into the pull of our emotions and others in place of Him? In reality those things are just, “Empty Void Fillers,” you know what we use to feel a space.

A time ago I was using MEN or their attention to fill the void that only Jesus could fill. But then I realized that…

Empty Void Fillers

(poem from Selah, Stop & Think)

People fade to black and sometimes it makes you wonder if you’ll ever get them back!

The spark and glittery sparkles that shined brightly when the brain signaled their presence.

People fade to black and often, never, come back.

They’re muted…

Dull residues remain and sometimes bring pain when a trigger signals a huge flame to arise and shock the senses.

Senses that cause a remembrance of the awesome colors that use to overwhelmingly, flood your senses.

People fade to black because it makes them look better…
They wear it well.

They match everything in your life when they’re black.

Their colors aren’t intended to come back.

So just let them fade to black!


~ 2Corinthians6: 15-18 (MSG) ~

“How can you make a partnership out of right and wrong? That’s not partnership; that’s war. Is light best friends with dark? Does Christ go strolling with the Devil? Do trust and mistrust hold hands? Who would think of setting up pagan idols in God’s holy Temple? But that is exactly what we are, each of us a temple in whom God lives. God himself put it this way:

“I’ll live in them, move into them;
I’ll be their God and they’ll be my people.
So leave the corruption and compromise;
leave it for good,” says God.
“Don’t link up with those who will pollute you.
I want you all for myself.
I’ll be a Father to you; you’ll be sons and daughters to me.
The Word of the Master, God.”


So that poem just speaks to letting certain things and people fade away so that so that Jesus has the chance to be center stage and reveal Himself.  He will reward us when we seek Him. It tells us that in Hebrews 11:6 and I am here to testify to such. So what ways has God, the son, Jesus revealed Himself to me. Just by being my Savior. Jesus is like my Homie! Lol Like seriously… He pleads my cost, He brought me out of hiding when I felt like I had a reason to hide, to feel dirty, full of shame, ugly, less, not worthy of what I have now or what’s to come in the future.

Everyone who has siblings can probably think of that one gunho or ride or die sibling that will be riding for you to the end. Well Jesus DID, die for you and He is still riding WITH you FOR you. The word tells us that if God, Jesus be for us than Who in the World can be against us… ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!


He gives the type of Love (poem from Selah, Stop & Think), that runs back and scoops you up although you’re a repeat offender.

A love that is patient and kind.

It’s Love who never leaves you behind.

Love is not jealous, proud or rude. Even if you decide to lock yourself in a corner, shoot up with heroine or visit the club only to return home filled up of booze. 

Love doesn’t demand it’s own way. 

Instead gently nudges, seeking to build your faith.

Love never gives up,

Never loses faith,

Is always hopeful and endures through every circumstance.

Digs you out from the ruins of your sin. 

Writes the check for you to cash to cancel out the debts of your sins that have you deeply rooted within. 

Love is long suffering when you think you’re suffering.

Love resuscitates you when life depletes you leaving you flat lined thinking you have nothing left to give. 

There’s hope in LOVE.

There’s hope in LOVE.

When sweetness of sin is found in a bottle.

When the chocolates melt or the date on the calendar changes. 

When death appears. 

When you’re left alone on the cold sheets listening to your own heart’s beat.

When the hugs and kisses from sweet lips subside.

When society pushes your gifts and talents aside. 

When the rings come off or better yet never appear. 

When her beauty fades and his pockets are flat.

When emotions run high and immediately rush to low.

When you’ve sunk so low you have no where else to go. 

It’s Love that runs back and scoops you up although you’re a repeat offender. 

Love is not irritable, and keeps no records of wrong doings. 

Love, “takes you deeper than your feet will ever wander;” 

there’s hope in LOVE; 

“Your faith will be made stronger ALL in the presence of The Savior.” ~Hillsong 


Have you ever been in a dark place. I have especially as a child. I was thankful to have my sister who was just 2 years younger than me. She’s always been my first friend. But SHE GREW UP; Which we all do. I’ve never had a big brother to step up and step in front of me to protect me when I needed it. But it’s cool….there’s always been Jesus even when I’ve been so broken hearted in such a way that I just wanted to die….


Broken Hearts Shoot to Kill (Poem by Sherrie Yvette)

If they don’t die by their own pill

Calculated concoctions smother out dormant hurt

Hurt that left behind side effects.

Calculate the concoction

Stuff the vials of numbing proportion in vast proportions to seemingly sift out dormant hurt.

Stiff shots of lies to smooth the travel of calculated concoctions of vast proportions.

Reality sets in…

There’s HOPE in LOVE…

There’s HOPE in LOVE…

Calculated concoctions shut down Godly purposes

Dying in a grave where the dormant hurt should have been laid;

Buried in a grave.

Eyes forced to rest closed; they’re slain

Eyes forced to rest closed; they’re slain

Seemingly no one can reach your soul.

Bodily functions now profit you little.

Slain by calculated concoctions smoothed down by stiff shots of lies built to take you out of hurts misery.


Dead pleasures for dull pains… Dormant hurt.



Flashes of light


Concoctions pumped out by Love

He sift mangled madness

Creates a pure heart

O God renews a steadfast spirit within



We are saved


Like that BIG BROTHER, God’s son sent here to have my back. To love me with a love that’s perfect and never ending. He has NEVER stopped loving me even when I choose to ignore Him. That’s love Honey…. Never “stank acting” or judging me when I already know I am wrong, just always loving on me in such a way that only makes me want to draw closer to Him to experience more and to hear the secrets He wants to tell ME and only ME!

Jesus is love. Take time to allow Him to reveal Himself to you. Do crowd him out. Don’t allow hurt to leave you slain. And if you already feel slain, defeated, lost, hurt, confused, less, insecure allow Him to love you. Open the Bible read His words. They are true. Promise for you.


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Kyra Dune – https://theshadowportal.blogspot.com/
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One Look in the Mirror, Her Eyes. It Could’ve Been Me

After steadily hobbling down the cold, slanted pavement beneath the busy overpass in Camden, New Jersey I flung the car door open, hopped into my seat, covered my face with my hands and busted out into tears. I sobbed aloud with my daughter in the backseat and my husband sitting beside me with a somber look upon his face because he too could feel the emotion I’d just experienced. We were expecting to meet people who were homeless on this cold winter night.  We had prepared ourselves for that. Statistically, in most major cities like Camden, men are more likely to be found living in unsheltered conditions like underneath an overpass in a box like where we found ourselves on this evening on December 26th. But, as we drove around the dark city in search of the location a group of rather joyful homeless women and men told us to seek out, my husband stopped immediately because he saw two boxes piled up about 15 feet apart and without hesitation, I grabbed two “blessing bags” and I told him I would take them up because his hazard lights were broken and it was best for him to stay behind the wheel of the car.

As I trudged up the overpass I shouted, “Hi, I have something for you!” Someone wrapped tightly in blankets popped up from the boxes and I marched forward putting the bag in front of me as not to alarm the person saying again, “We just want to give you this!” When I got in arms reach of this person, SHE stood up! I was shocked! It was a beautiful, dark-skinned girl, wearing at least 2 coats, one gray in color with two long braids peaking from beneath the hats she was adorned in surely to keep her warm. I was stunned! I handed her the “blessing bag” and she frantically searched it to reveal it’s contents; snacks, feminine hygiene products, socks, razors, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, a personalized message, a small book about God’s love for her, a few other odds and ends. She smiled, and cheerfully repeated, “Thank You, Thank You!” I told her that my family was here tonight to remind her that God had not forgotten about her! All she could say was thank you! The shouts of gratitude had awaken the person who had been sleeping 15 feet away from her so I took him a “blessing bag” and he too smiled and said, “Thank You!”

I descended back to our car sad… Sad that I couldn’t do more… Sad that I was leaving a girl who appeared to be my age (34) or younger on the streets of Camden sleeping in a refrigerator box beneath a busy overpass. As I cried, as always, my husband searched for solutions to ease my sadness. He said, “Do you want to give her another one?” I didn’t know how to fix it or even if I was suppose to. I hopped back out the car and said, “I am going to give her a hug!” It was the best I could do. I’ve read research about the power of 5 hugs a day and I didn’t know if this girl even had one hug or what her story was! I ran back up to where her sleeping quarters were and said, “I just want to give you a hug!” Puzzled she said, “A-a-a hug…. ok!” We stood there embracing one another in the most unlikely of places, under the most horrid of circumstances in a place we were never expected to be.

But, that’s the point… We are called to be light in the darkest of places! Some caution, YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL!” “WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU TAKE YOUR 8 YEAR OLD TO CAMDEN AFTER DARK TO TALK TO HOMELESS PEOPLE!” “THEY ONLY WANT MONEY!” “I WON’T GIVE TO THOSE PEOPLE ANYMORE BECAUSE THEY JUST TAKE THE MONEY AND BUY DRUGS OR ALCOHOL!” Honestly, that’s not for me to be concerned with. If my husband is led to serve the homeless population, then we are serving the homeless population regardless of the risk, rewards and statistics because we are covered by The Most High so that means we have divine protection! When God places a specific person, group or population on your heart its for a particular reason. We can’t afford to overthink and talk ourselves out of the things that God is leading us to do. People’s lives are tied to our obedience to the things of God!


What I found to be quite strange during our first dates in Philly has become the thing I love the most about my husband. We would be walking down the street holding hands and someone who appeared to be in need would pass us by and then he say, “hold on,” and proceed to RUN like Forest Gump down the street and give that person cash, offer a prayer or a handshake. It’s what inspires our family and me. I’m always reminded to “show myself friendly” to everyone I meet. So wherever my husband leads our family I am surely going to follow because he worships The Most High and is submitted to the God in him. So please don’t be worried about us! In fact, we would hope that you use our experience as momentum to jump start that thing you are called to do; or call that person you know your suppose to minster to and serve the population or church you are called too! There is a sense of urgency to be bold and to meet God people’s in the places they don’t expect people to show up. Make a deliberate choice to humble yourself and serve other people more often than not.

It was such a huge oxymoron for us to witness an entire street full of people sleeping in tents and makeshift shelters on December 26th, the day after citizens of our country have managed to spend $655 billion dollars on material items for one of the most popular holidays in the world. HUGE eye opener and I am glad my 8 year old was there to see and be encouraged to continue to serve God with her whole heart because there are people who need our boldness, selfless acts and love.

We ended our night on the street in Camden saddened because we had run out of “blessing bags” and coats to give (Thanks cousin Darrell for the BRAND NEW COATS you donated)! Alan, Ailani and I gathered there, hand in hand and prayed aloud as a witnessed a lady happily hanging the 2 new coats we had given her on the post of the fence as if it were her bedroom closet and a man come from beneath a tarp and walk swiftly down the dark street toward the stop sign and a man with a face as stoic as stone sitting on the steps of the church surrounded by people sleeping on cots made from boxes and newspaper and we prayed asking God for protection for those who slept around us, provision to carry out the visions He has given us and abundance to be able to give more than we able to give on this night.

It’s not about us; it’s not about you, but what we are called to do TOGETHER! Don’t wait for your church leaders to organize that thing you are itching to do. WE ARE THE CHURCH! As the African proverb states, “Many hands make the work light!”

Would you like to partner with us? 

Maybe you can donate cash to purchase items for our “blessing bags,” you’re a Couponer and have a stock pile of toiletries or maybe you’re a prayer warrior and want to go with us because you’re not afraid of loving on strangers who need to be loved…

Use the contact from attached to this post or contact us via one of the following modes:

Phone: 609-779-BEST

Email: SherrieYvette@outlook.com

Instagram: @originalSherrieYvette@alonsax@littlegymnastA

Facebook: Best of Me, Youth Enrichment Services

A special Thank You to the participants in the summer sessions of the Best of Me character development program for their diligence and part in this service project. We held a spelling bee and for each word they spelled correctly they were given a dollar in which they decided I would use to purchase the items included in the “blessing bags.” 

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Now- In the midst of my THOUGHTS

Search my heart oh God.

Search my heart oh God.

Search my heart oh God. 


My mind thinks it but, my lips are reluctant to speak it. In all honesty, I tend to be very stubborn. No matter how hard I try to shed the ill quality, sometimes it feels embedded in me.


STRONGHOLD. That’s what I call that.

I must pull down my strongholds, so as I type this I mouth and the words come out, search my heart Oh God, make it clean; implant your thoughts towards me inside my mind and heart!” 

His thoughts toward me are innumerable!


I had a challenging week at school! When I got home I realized that I missed my sweetheart because he got home before us to change and head off to his gig. I miss him terribly today and want to see his handsome face and I desire his hugs.


I kind of got stuck for a minute. But “whatEVs” in my Hope Mitchell voice (lol). I’m done being stuck.

Worshiping helped me move to a new place of peace.



LOVE is what those “babies” need and Sherrie you’re the BEST one to give/show it.




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PUBLIC OPINION: Black Female Athletes with Natural Hair

This is my little gymnast 🎀A🎀


She’s 8 years old and has been a gymnast for 3 years now and never tires or complains about the grueling schedule although, mommy sometimes gets tired.

Right now she’s training for 4 hours a day for 5 days a week as a level 4 gymnast according to the USAG standards. During the school year, the schedule is just as time consuming and I am thankful that’s she’s an academic whiz and has always been nearly 2 years ahead of her peers academically.

She discovered the great gymnast like Dominique Dawes ON HER OWN through research after her daddy told her he had a crush on her when he was growing up. She introduced me, Mommy to Gabby Douglas. I watched her study Gabby and become ignited by the drive and dedication she witnessed from a girl just like her. I was encouraged as I watched this little gymnast become so determined and taking the steps to learn about her craft instead of bragging about her new found abilities and skills. She’s humble. Gabby’s mother inspired me to make a way out of no way to support my little girl and to trust God to provide for her training cost!

I recently decided to STOP nagging her about putting lotion on her legs before gymnastics practice because after 4 hours of training and pushing herself on the bars (her most difficult event) she comes out covered from head to every dark skinned toe in chalk dust. The evidence of her hard work!

As I drove home one day feeling bad for fussing at her about not evenly applying the lotion on her skin properly I thought, “the last thing she’s worried about as she hurls herself around those bars is how her skin looks and feels.” I felt crummy for making her feel crummy for not doing as my mother had taught me. She’s not me and I definitely didn’t have the guts to be who she is at 8 years old! Now I DO IT FOR HER and tell her how amazingly BRAVE she is while I am doing it.


She’s one of the few black girls at her gym and is honestly loved by ALL the team members surely for who she is. She’s lovable and I think I am probably the only one who has ever made a comment about her hair when she’s finished one of those grueling trainings.

Saying, “YOUR HAIR IS A MESS!” Then proceeding to pick little specks from the pit from it saying, “What were you doing in there?” One day, her eyes lowered and her lips turned to a frown and I thought, “What’s wrong with you Sherrie?”

I had to check myself yet again and ask myself where I found these unrealistic expectations that I was now impressing upon my 8 year old athlete. I’ve never done the things she does in that gym. I have never had the courage to push my body to the limit that she has for the pass 3 years. I admire ALL gymnast of ALL ages because THEY ARE STRONG.

In that moment after I managed to bruise my child’s esteem yet again because her ponytail wasn’t as tight and shiny after 4 hours of training (her edges were poofy just as God intended them to be) I decided to examine my thoughts and my actions to STOP asking her to meet an expectation for how she should look that was definitely NOT attainable for what she loved to do, gymnastics (legs shiny and neat hair).


After a long gymnastic meet; poofy hair and tired.

So what WAS wrong with me and now what feels like the rest of the world? Why haven’t people had the same or similar moment that I had? Why do we feel so entitled to tell these athletes of color how they should look or what their hair is suppose to look like after catapulting through the air…. REALLY… catapulting through the air!

Former Miss Black USA , Ocielia Gibson said something profound via Twitter,
“If you were mad about Gabby’s hair in 2012…& you’re mad about it AGAIN in 2016…that’s not her lack of growth, but yours.”


We need to grow up. Have a personal revelation about our words and how they affect others no matter how old they maybe or what they have done. This sense of being entitled to an ill perspective or public point of view and opinion has become well… Mean.

It hurts when one person is mean to me. So to have thousands of them sending mean words and vibes your way can’t feel particularly good or have you want to be in a place of gleeful joy. Not everyone has the ability to shake words off immediately or erase them from their memory once they’ve been mindlessly spoken. It takes time to heal wounds that words create. So Miss Douglass shouldn’t have to apologize for simply standing and listening to the national anthem nor should she have to explain what she was feeling as she sat and clapped for her teammates opposed to standing.


Maybe we should explain what’s eating us to the point that we publicly humiliate others. I’ll start… I was selfish! As I nitpicked about the lotion on my gymnast’s skin and the poofiness of her hair after training I was more concerned about what people would think about the type of parent I was instead of considering how she felt and what she was actually accomplishing while working her butt off in that gym for 4 hours!!! I was selfish and not-so-nice nor considerate to my child as a result. An apology, I have given and now publicly shouting, “I’m sorry baby.”

I imagine that frown I caused to come across my little girl’s face a million times, every time someone comments about our Olympian Gabby.

Just like I found the error of my ways, apologized and relinquished unreal expectations and borderline mean behavior, the rest of us need to consider doing the same. Search, search for the reason for your ill sense of entitlement for public opinion.



Follow @LittleGymnastA on Instagram to see her growth as a little athlete and encourage her to keep striving towards her passion to make her own mark on the world as a skilled athlete. To support the goal to have her fully funded for one year of training as a gymnast please use the link below.  Also, if you think this makes sense please use the methods to share below. 


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#MCM- Wait, I have 4 Boyfriends…

Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.
She loved the 4th boyfriend the most and adored him
with rich robes and treated him to the finest of
delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.
She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much and was
always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms.
However, she feared that one day he would leave her
for another.
She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant
and was always kind, considerate and patient with her.
Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide
in him, and he would help her get through the
difficult times.
The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner and
had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth
and kingdom. However, she did not love the first
boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly
took notice of him.
One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was
short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered,
I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die,
I’ll be all alone.’
Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, I loved you the
most, endowed you with the finest clothing and
showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will
you follow me and keep me company?’
‘No way!’, replied the 4th boyfriend, and he walked
away without another word.
His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her
The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, ‘I loved
you all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow
me and keep me company?’
‘No!’, replied the 3rd boyfriend. ‘Life is too good!
When you die, I’m going to marry someone else!’
Her heart sank and turned cold.
She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, ‘I have always
turned to you for help and you’ve always been there
for me.
When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!’, replied
the 2nd boyfriend. ‘At the very most, I can only walk
with you to your grave.’

His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and
the girl was devastated.
Then a voice called out: ‘I’ll go with you. I’ll
follow you no matter where you go.’
The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend.
He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition
and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said, ‘I should have taken
much better care of you when I had the chance!’
In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:
Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much
time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it
will leave you when you d ie.
Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status and
wealth. When you die, it will all go to others.
Your 2nd boyfriend is your family and friends. No
matter how much they have been there for you, the
furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.
And your 1st boyfriend is your Soul. Often neglected
in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the
However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow
you where ever you go. Cultivate, strengthen and
cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that
will follow you to the throne of God and continue with
you throughout Eternity.

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