From The Other Side Of the Tracks

Saturday, April 18, 2015




                                                          DON'T JUDGE A BOOK

                                       Have you ever crossed the street, popped the locks on you car door, clutched your purse, hid your wallet or cringed when you see an African-American or Latino male between the ages of 15- 45 headed in your direction? Did you ever have the same reaction when you saw a white male or a fruity looking black male dressed well? I know you answered "No." You'd be surprised at what's out their in the world. Most of you would judge people by their race, lifestyle, religion, etc. First impressions are usually the last. "JUDGE not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you." Sounds familiar to you guys, doesn't it? MATTHEW chapter 7. I try my best not to judge anyone, but you and I do it. How does someone stop becoming  judgmental? You really can't do it because it's automatic. Without even thinking. We all do it. But, I try to keep my mouth shut and check out the pages of someone's story. Could you challenge yourself to do that? that's when you're introduced to someone for the first time. See if you could try it or can't you?      

Monday, April 13, 2015


Hello everyone,

I've been away for a while. I was busy finishing my manuscript which it was approved a publisher. Right now, it's in the editing process. So, I hope everything goes well. Now, I'm working on my sequel of  "FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS". I'll be posting more stuff up relating to my novel. Take care. God bless.



                                                              CHAPTER 37


 Valentine's day chocolates and bottles of champagne would be consumed by lovers everywhere. Diamonds and other fabulous jewels would be worn by every girl in the world. Seven's eyes were wide open as he gazed at the ceiling. By him taking that money from Mr. Westland got him no sleep. Seven tried to shut his eyes, but the reenactment of Mr. Westland and his cocky attitude played out in his head like a fiddle. He could see the vial expression of Angelika's father's face. Then Seven thought about Angelika's reaction once she found out. "All I have to do is tell Angelika the truth. And if she cares for me, then she'll stay." Seven thought to himself. He glanced over at his clock on his night stand. It read: 10:32 am. Seven sat up straight in bed and scanned the room. Anastasia slept in her doggie bed. Seven noticed his four-legged friend was growing. He smiled at the rottweiler as she could see Seven smiling at her with her squinting eyes. The dog rose her head from the doggie bed and stretched. Seven then took his mind off his hound for a second. "Does Angelika know already?" Seven thought again. Seven grabbed his cell phone and checked to see if Angelika tried to call him. Nothing. But, there were no signs of her calling the night before.