Ashes to Dust Excerpt #5

Fleur made her way through the dining room and decided to take a detour down the hall. It was quiet there. She studied the pictures that lined the walls… they were of her mother. She had grown up seeing these photos – they were familiar – but now, looking at them after her mother’s death, they took on new meaning. Her favorite was of a much younger, happier version of Samantha. She was wearing a red halter top, wide-leg trousers and wedges. It was Fleur’s favorite because it was the one picture she saw some resemblance between them two. Her mother’s hair cascaded down her back into midnight black curls and her eyes were an icy green. It was the only time she had seen her mother look happy. Who were you, mom? There were an endless amount of questions drifting through her mind. But what did it matter now that no one wa­­­s left to give her answers?     

She let herself drift away from the pictures of the past and found herself walking into her mother’s childhood room. It was now just a mere guest room with blue-gray walls, a white cast iron bed and yellow curtains, but it had once been special to her mother. Fleur noticed boxes scattered everywhere within the room, all with the name Samantha written in black Sharpi. There was a sea of pictures – from birth to adulthood – covering the bed. It was too much for her to bear. On one hand, she was curious to know more… to see more. But then again, she loathed this woman and just the sight of her knotted Fleur’s stomach. She quickly turned the other direction and headed to the main living room where her husband and family were visiting. No one acknowledged Fleur’s absence, but her grandmother – catching her eye – gave her a knowing look. 

Ashes to Dust Excerpt #4

The sound of a woman’s cry pulled her away from the labyrinth of her thoughts. Fleur could feel the blood rising in her face. She was flushed and suddenly needed to get out of the church, away from the nightmarish scene. But she talked herself down and instead rested her head on Clayton’s shoulder. He patted her hand reassuringly and gently pressed his lips to her forehead.

The wind cut through them as they made their way to the cemetery. Fleur grabbed Clayton’s hand and steadied herself. This is the last part of it. After this, I can be done with it all.

The pastor quoted a few passages from the book of Psalm and quietly said a prayer.  As they began to lower the casket into the ground, silent tears began to stream down Fleur’s face. She had promised herself that she would not cry, after all, she did not believe her to be deserving of such emotion. But there was this little twinge of grief that flooded through Fleur as she continued to watch dirt be poured over the once shiny black coffin. It had finally sunk in. …What now lye in the ground was the corpse of her mother. 

Ashes to Dust Prologue

Fleur, a 20-something petite brunette, fidgeted with the clasp of her black diamond bracelet. She glared at herself in the mirror knowing today would be the day… .Today, she scornfully thought, will be the day I see them bury her. As the thought twirled helplessly in her mind, Fleur was surprised at the animosity she felt. She hesitantly shook the feelings away and directed her attention to her husband, ”I know I told you that I wanted to be at the funeral today – for closure – but now that it’s here, I honestly don’t want to go.” Fleur could see the lines in Clayton’s handsome face deepen as he furrowed his brow. 

“Look, I support your decision to go or to stay, but believe me when I tell you that I think by going, you will finally be able to close this chapter of your life.” Seeing the stubborn mask on her face, he sighed and then approached the subject from a different angle, “Fleur, what she put you through,” he paused, “what you had to deal with, it has haunted you since childhood. You owe it to yourself to watch the woman be put to rest.”

Put to rest? No, she told herself. That woman will never know rest, or least she doesn’t deserve to. Resigned, Fleur draped her long, black vintage coat over her arm and turned to Clayton, “Let’s get this over with.”

As they descended the stone pavement making way toward the car, Fleur felt nothing but dread. Although she tried to dismiss it, the gnawing feeling that closure was never going to come persisted. Instead, she thought by going to the burial, she would be opening herself up to the despair and anger she so desperately fought to keep away.

Fall, Falling, Fallen… Imprint Excerpt #2

“I dream of you. I listen, determined to hear you coming for me. There’s a part of me that knows I shouldn’t wait for you to arrive… that behind those charming eyes, danger lies. But while I lay here in this subconscious state of mind, I’m blinded to what I know. Desperately, I try to hold on to that feeling of terror, but you won’t allow it. You’re too close to fight now, and what will happen next …”

Catherine never knew what to expect from the dreams that plagued her so often, but she had an idea that they meant something… but what? She remembered the terrifying feeling that sent chills up her spine, but something in the dream always shifted. It was as if her mind was being numbed, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was that seemed to always unnerve her. 

Frustrated, she pulled herself from the bed and decided that she should quickly write down what little she remembered. Maybe what I know from this dream will help me piece together the others, she wistfully thought.

Picking up her canvas journal, she quickly jotted down the date and the remnants from her dream. Flipping through the pages, she realized just how long the dreams had been occurring… close to three months. In front of her sat pages reflecting each of her dreams. Some began with a feeling of terror; others were about an entity that was calling for her; and then – like last night’s dream – her curiosity and fear was overwhelming.  

 

 

John Green’s Looking for Alaska

For a while now, I have meant to do a piece on this book. As you know, John Green is one of my favorite authors. … His work is inspiring and relevant to our culture. Enjoy fellow book junkies…

Looking for Alaska is anything but blasé. It is a journey to one’s youthful past; A tale that illustrates naivety at its finest. Yet that innocence displayed slowly diminishes as you are taken further into the quest of escaping the labyrinth of life. 

Miles “Pudge” Halter is easy-going and good-natured. However, he feels as if there is something missing from his teenage life… something of great importance. Being slightly obsessed with famous last words, he takes the dying poet Francois Rabelais’ last words to heart and moves to a boarding school in Alabama in search of his “Great Perhaps.” From this point on, his world is forever altered. 

He quickly becomes acquainted with the witty, intelligent and devastatingly alluring Alaska Young. Without any questions or hesitation, he dives into her world of mischievous fun, all the while becoming increasingly enthralled with her. With a new group of friends and Alaska at his side, Pudge is finally on his way to discovering his “Great Perhaps.” But as life would have it, everything must come at a price. 

Green beautifully weaves an intricate world of adolescence. His characters are charming, intellectual, yet relatable. … They are the epitome of teenage anatomy. While the “Before” paints a picture of Camaraderie full of drinking on campus and past curfew roundups, the “After” plays Devil’s Advocate when tragedy strikes. Pudge, along with his friends, must now decide how they will escape this labyrinth of suffering that Alaska has left behind. 

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Happy All Hallow’s Eve

I’ve always enjoyed the costumes and the superstitions that seem to linger on the eerie night of Halloween. It’s the time of black cats and witches; the place for magic and trickery. Men, women and children alike conceal themselves in the spirit of devious fun, all the while hoping they have outsmarted the ghosts that are said to walk freely on this frightful night. For this, and so many other reasons, Halloween is and will remain my favorite time of the year.

Happy Trick-or-Treating!

In tribute to All Hallow’s Eve:

Ashes to Dust Excerpt #2

Life is hard … bottom line. But it’s our choices and the characteristics we assume that define who we are.  I AM NOT a product of my environment; in fact, it’s the contrary. … My environment is a product of me. I’ve made damn sure of that. I am now 23 years old and can honestly say that although I don’t have the secret of life figured out, I have a decent head on my shoulders. But just when it feels like things are resolved, the past has a way of resurfacing; and sometimes when this happens, life, as we know it, will forever be changed.

It’s a cool autumn day in the Deep South. The moss hanging from the old oaks looks almost regal, and yet haunting. It’s one of those minute facts that you often take for granted in south Louisiana. This is my home, my haven… 

Looking back, I can see that I’ve always belonged here; this endless muggy heat is just as much a part of me as I am of it. But that alone does not keep me here; it’s the roots that I have made and the family that I have gained that binds me to this place.

Imprinted Prologue – Novel #1

What if what you did in your lifetime was just a test; merely a practice course for what is to come? What if you are marked, chosen at death? Your afterlife is the main event. And what if I were to tell you that I was already dying? Not dying from disease or injury, but from something more. What if I were to say I was dying at the hand of life itself?

Native Americans believe that our souls are identical to our bodies on both the spiritual and physical planes… that with a tattoo our souls are bound to the body. This may not be the norm in your world, but here, in mine, people take this folklore to heart.

At first I believed it to be my fate alone, but along my journey, I realized that there are more of us. We are all different but alike – all feared but hunted. We come from your run-of-the-mill families, but something happened at our birth, something that has never been explained – we are all marked for death.

Diving Into the Blue Ocean: LSU Employee Recognizes the Need for a Change in Business Strategy

In nature, it is a game of survival -  competition -  like sharks fighting over that last morsel of food. What is left? A bloodied ocean. Such is the case in today’s job market – head-to-head competition over a shrinking pool of resources. But it doesn’t have to be that way. And LSU is planning a seminar to show people just how easy it is to make competition out of your business. It’s called the blue ocean strategy, a strategy that LSU Executive Education Director, Robin Kistler, is putting into gear.

The Blue Ocean Strategy, developed by W. Chan Kim and Renee Mauborgne, delves into the idea that in order to create profitable growth in the future, you have to make the competition irrelevant. How can such a thing be accomplished? According to the strategy, finding new market spaces, offering low-cost, in-demand solutions that no one else is delivering is essential.

This idea of “making the competition irrelevant” is the new gossip on the lips of all of the world’s business elite … articles of it being featured in BusinessWeek, Leadership Excellence and even in The Advocate.

Kistler was first acquainted with BOS about three years ago when the E. J. Ourso College of Business hosted an event featuring Kim and Mauborne, the authors of the best selling book, Blue Ocean Strategy.

Because the BOS techniques have remained popular and widespread, so widespread that Louisiana recently announced its decision to undergo a Blue Ocean strategy, Kistler, along with the help of the LSU Stephenson Entrepreneurship Institute, decided to form a workshop focused on the subject. The workshop, What is Blue Ocean Strategy and How to Make It Work For You, will take place Thursday, October 15, from 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. in room 1240 of Pleasant Hall on the LSU campus.

H.R. “Pent” Penton, president of Innovation Insights L.L.C. – and a testament to making BOS work for him and his business – will be teaching the workshop.

“We [LSU Executive Education] are always searching for business topics and workshops that can teach companies new strategies and tactics for their business.  When Louisiana business is doing well, then it means progress for the state and the degree-earning students who want to remain in Louisiana,” Kistler said.

According to Jarett Rodriguez, associate director at the Stephenson Entrepreneurship Institute, the workshop will not only benefit those wishing to expand or grow their business, but also the recently graduated students who wish to differentiate themselves from their peers.

With the BOS initiative making its way into Louisiana, more importantly, into Baton Rouge, what are its benefits to the community? What makes it so important? Carol Carter of the LSU Stephenson Entrepreneurship Institute says that it is somewhat of a competitive advantage to us.

“Blue Ocean Strategy is necessary in Louisiana in order to set ourselves apart from the other states – it lets us offer prospective industries that are thinking of moving to Louisiana something they can’t get from anywhere else. We can also develop an entrepreneurially friendly atmosphere that encourages those with ideas for starting their own businesses to stay (or come to) Louisiana versus moving somewhere else.”

 

For Sale: Sex Trafficking on the Rise

A Growing Organization

“I kept screaming, ‘stop, please don’t do this. Leave me alone!’ But I was so weak … I couldn’t fight them off. I blacked out a few times, and I kept coming back to. And I was still being raped every time I woke up.”

This is merely a glimpse into what then 16-year-old Shauna Newell encountered in her three terrifying days enslaved.

Newell, a typical teenage girl in a middle-class Pensacola, Fla. suburb, didn’t imagine an innocent sleepover with a new friend would end up a nightmare. But that was exactly the case. Her new high school “friend” turned out to be a prostitute and her friend’s “father” a convicted felon. With a glass of water laced with a drug, Newell blacked out and woke up to her own personal nightmare.

She, like so many other victims of sex trafficking, was abducted, beaten, degraded, raped multiple times and mislabeled as a runaway and child prostitute.

We know that sex trafficking exists, but we often mistake it as a crime that only exists in foreign countries. However, the home to the “American Dream” holds the title of second highest destination for trafficking women.

If that is shocking, then imagine the prospect that this crime … the second largest smuggling industry in the world next to the drug trade … is taking place in your own backyard.

Defining the Sex Trafficking Industry

The U.S. Department of State defines sex trafficking in two ways: [a] sex trafficking in which a commercial sex act is induced by force, fraud, or coercion, or in which the person induced to perform such an act has not attained 18 years of age; or [b] the recruitment, harboring, transportation, provision, or obtaining of a person for labor or services, through the use of force, fraud, or coercion for the purpose of subjection to involuntary servitude, peonage, debt bondage, or slavery.

Traffickers prey on the most vulnerable members of society – women and children. The most recent information released by the U.S. State Department’s annual Trafficking In Persons Report shows that 1.39 million are victims of commercial sexual servitude – 56% of those are women and children – and roughly two million are children forced into prostitution.

The average victim is between the ages 12 and 14. Linda Smith, founder and president of Shared Hope International, says, “Her [the victim] greatest vulnerability is her age.” Why is this the case? Because children are still naïve to the world. That, combined with the possible insecurity and unstable home life, makes them easy prey.

All youth can fall victim to the trafficking industry. Traffickers target key locations such as malls, schools, shelters and parks … places they know children are. After the initial contact takes place, traffickers invest time in producing a binding relationship with the victim. Then, as the “romance” phase ends, the girl is subjected to a life of prostitution and servitude. And although this is not the life they want or would ever choose for themselves, the allegiance to their pimp keeps them from talking and escaping.

Dr. Bobby Gaston, director of special programs for the Louisiana Sheriffs’ Association, has first-hand experience in dealing with victims who are reluctant to talk. “These girls are scared … beaten down. I had one case in Jefferson Parish. The girl agreed to testify against her captors, but when it came down to it, she backed out.”

In Our own Backyard

New Orleans, famous for its uniquely beautiful architecture and partying atmosphere – home to many industries like tourism, port and boat building – now harbors an industry unlike any other in the area.

Since Hurricane Katrina devastated the New Orleans area, sex trafficking has become a growing problem. In a recent case study conducted by Shared Hope International, the influx is attributed to an increase in buyers or “Johns” that moved to the area to begin rebuilding the city. Since 2006, state and nonprofit agencies have offered services to roughly 100 victims, and the number continues to grow.

Just this year, Ricky Womack, a 41-year-old Orleans Parish man, was found guilty for trafficking a 15-year-old runaway girl who he had lured from Arkansas to New Orleans. The girl was prostituted for $100. In the pimp’s motel room, cops found a hand written contract signed by the 15-year-old declaring, “I solemnly swear to give Ricky Womack the next five years of my life. I promise never to cheat, lie, or betray him.” Womack is now serving 18 years in prison.

Are They Really Paying for the Crime?

The United States is still far from perfect in developing methods in preventing sex trafficking. For instance, Louisiana is one of 10 states to have a human trafficking task force, which focuses solely on preventing sex trafficking in the local area.

The Trafficking Victims Protection Reauthorization Act 2008 is a federal law that was passed by former President George W. Bush. This law imposes tougher criminal penalties for traffickers while increasing protection and services for victims of trafficking. This is an extension to the original Trafficking Protection Victims Act that was passed in 2000.

An important segment in this law says that victims of human trafficking cannot be held accountable for the crimes committed while they were victimized. The law also removes the requirement to prove fraud or coercion when the victim is a minor. However, these key factors are left out of many state anti-trafficking laws … including Louisiana’s.

Passed in 2005, the Louisiana Anti-Trafficking Law [HB 56] establishes the crime of human trafficking, which is punishable by a maximum fine of $10,000 and a maximum sentence of 10 years in prison. If the trafficking is committed for the purposes of commercial sexual activity, the maximum fine is $15,000 and the maximum prison sentence is 20 years. Trafficking of a minor carries a maximum fine of $25,000 and a prison sentence of five to 25 years.

With the two key components of the federal law left out, the Louisiana law subjects victims to the possibility of being mislabeled as child delinquents, prostitutes, runaways, etc.

However, this alone is not responsible for the rapid growth and consistency of the sex industry. Natalie Laborde, one of the three founders of Tigers Against Trafficking, says, “People don’t understand the magnitude and scope of the trafficking industry and how their daily economic transactions contribute to it. The modern slave trade is a business fueled by demand. Consequently, to some degree we are all part of the problem or part of the solution.”


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