Angelia Vernon Menchan

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an author, publisher and public speaker who owns two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media. Mrs. Menchan is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date she has published twenty-three books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than eighty ebook novellas on amazon.com. You can access her bibliography on www.amazon.com search words: Angelia Vernon Menchan




Contact information:
Website: http://acvermen.blogspot.com
Email: acvermen@yahoo.com
Phone numbers: 904 714 2272 904 303 2679

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Missin' 'Em

I am really missing my mama and my youngest son today...they are so much alike and one thing I know for sure is they love them some Angel and Mama Deep...
So many cool things are happening with this writing thing, I have a really big signing coming up in two weeks and some other things are cooking...and I could really see my mama there saying,
"that's my baby" or my baby saying, 'my mama is the female me...
My mom has been gone almost five years, she departed this earth on January 24 ,2003 almost five years after the doctor's told her breast cancer would take her...but she just wasnt ready in 1998...I was living in Oklahoma...
When I moved back to the FL in 1999...we were closer than close...I got to see her through another mastectomy in 2000, many bouts with chemo, radiation and the new miracle drug, but that didnt matter a bit...
what i really got to do is know my mama, we talked on the phone every day at 11:30 my lunch time for years, and when we didnt it meant she was here or I was there and then we would either sit on her porch or in my living room and talk about everything...whenever she talked about me to people she never said my name, just 'my daughter', damn did that woman love her angel...I miss you Mama Lee...
Many times when we were wherever we were my son was also there, that boy loved his mama, to this day his friends always tell me, 'mama deep, i never talked to a boy who revered his mama like young deep did you', they were right about it...
I can remember those days when he was a preteen and his dad would be on a trip and we would spend hours eating chicken wings and pancakes or watching six movies in a row while the snow fell, or those days we would go to purchase a book and a cd for him and two books for me and I would read his goosebumps and he would read my alice walker...or those times when he would sit endless hours with me in a hospital room with mama, saying nothing but whenever I looked up his eyes were on me, making sure i was good...
mama is in heaven and young deep is out getting mad educating, preparing to blaze trails....
and i am happy for them both because they are in wonderful places....
But damn, I miss them...

Love and blessings,
angelia

With Grace....

Not long ago, I was talking to a friend about aging, she is about six years younger than I am...
She asked why wasn't I twisted about aging...
I asked was I supposed to be...she looked at me like, 'Of course...'
Well, I am not...
It is a given that if you are born and you keep livin'...
Aging is a part of the deal...
What I have tried to do is age as gracefully as possible,
That starts with an open heart, mind and spirit...
Which is probably nine tenths of the law...
Add to that healthy food, loads of sleep, moderate excercise...
Moisturizer...
Giggles and laughter and regulars O's...yes you heard it here...
Aging gracefully is a shoe-in...
Another big reason I don't trip is because I never stop growing,
I feel that growing spiritually, mentally and emotionally is a from the cradle to the grave endeavor...
And deciding at some point, not to sweat the small stuff, and realizing that mostly it is all small stuff...
Also, the women I always admired most were the elders...
As I have mentioned I come from a long line of got it going on women,
Who loved themselves and their children, passing that 'own and love yourself' message down to us'...
To this day I love to look at a got it going on elder sister and smile,
Last Sunday I was standing at the beginning of church,
I turned to shake hands and embrace the woman behind me,
That diva was elegance personified, camel colored suit with hat cocked a bit over the eye, nice red lipstick...
And a loving smile shining from her lips and eyes...I loved it...I also noticed the man, her man, standing next to her, beaming with pride...Hello...
So accepting aging is a wonderful thing,
When it is done with Grace...

smooches,
angelia