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I think we all have a beast in us.  I raised my children, that when in bad situations Karma steps in sooner or later to “get” the antagonist.  I wanted their souls to ponder how they could set up circumstances in their life to teach the beast part of themselves not to behave in such a negative way.  You know, the bad behaviors that are designed to teach a young man his hard lessons.  I knew they would not escape future consequences or the lessons empowering them to transform their own cruel patterns, through GOD’s grace.  I just wanted to raise them able to transform their own beastly part into understanding that it is not appropriate to abuse others.  They were very young and, of course stared at me with blank…

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Why We Need Black History Month

I recorded The Grammy’s because I wanted to watch The Hunger Games for the first time. The Hunger Games represented one faction of society having control over another, to me. That movie had a huge impact on me as I fear it is a sign of the times. My son was walking to the convenience store, at my request, yesterday and a white man drove up, blocking his way, and accosted him. He screamed all kinds of ignorant statements because he was tired of “Drug Dealing Niggers,” walking down his street. We called the police and they went out to the man’s house.

This ignorant man proceeded to attack the police because he feels the Police in our community are doing an awful job of keeping “Niggers” out of Lake Helen, Fl. where I live. He said the Police need to stop “Niggers” from moving here and especially stop “Niggers” from walking down his street! He also stated he did not like the way my son dresses, particularly the black “Doo Rag.” my son wears on his head. My son, at the young age of 31, has a badly receding hair line that makes him self conscience and he wears that garment to hide it. This man was arrested but of course out in 24 hours. The convenience store my son walks to is the only nearby convenience store in our area and the route my son takes is the only only route to reach that store. We do not own or can afford a car and my son enjoys walking. Are we to give up our right to go to the store because he has to pass by that man’s house? Does this man have the right to reach into our lives and control us? Do you think I should ask my son to go to the store again and sit home in fear of him becoming the next Trayvon Martin? This man stopped his car in front of our house tonight and waited. My eight year old Grandson ran to me frightened and screaming. As I ran to the living room and parted the curtain’s he drove off. I am angry!

Trayvon Benjamin Martin (February 5, 1995 – February 26, 2012) was a 17-year-old African American from Miami Gardens, Florida who was fatally shot by George Zimmerman, a neighborhood watch volunteer, in Sanford, Florida. On the evening of February 26, Martin went to a convenience store and purchased candy and juice. As Martin returned from the store, he walked through a neighborhood and Zimmerman, a member of the community watch, spotted him and then followed Martin (despite being told not to do so by the police) on foot to ensure that Martin would not try to steal anything from the neighborhood. Moments later, there was an altercation between the two individuals in which Martin was shot in the chest. Zimmerman also blamed Martin’s death on the fact that he was wearing a black hoodie.

This is going on all over the country!

Back to The Grammy’s, Beyonce’s stage setup for her rendition of the gospel standard “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” featured a wall of African-American men while they held their hands up, which is a nod to the “Hands up, don’t shoot” campaign that came out of Ferguson. And Pharrell’s “Happy” used his performance to shed light on not only Ferguson, but also on Trayvon Martin as well. Backup dancers donned black hoodies like the one that Martin wore when he was shot and killed in 2012, and broke out the “Hands up, don’t shoot” gesture amidst the middle of their performance.

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light: Amen!

I am glad movies like, “Selma,” are still being made, people need reminding! But there were also Common and John Legend, weighed in when they performed “Glory,” their contribution to the “Selma soundtrack. “That’s why Rosa sat on the bus; that’s why we walked through Ferguson with our hands up,” Common said. The most explicit of the comments coming from The Grammy’s came from Prince, who said, “BLACK LIVES MATTER.”

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

To celebrate the upcoming Valentine’s Day, signed copies of, “To Dance with Ugly People,” are available at http://www.lockpublishing.com/lorene.html

I am sending blessings to all of my fans for love, peace and happiness! Enjoy the following excerpts from, “To Dance with Ugly People,” and let the love begin.
To Whom It May Concern:

I was seeing a deeper side of Chance. He put his cup down, leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him,
“And your story?”
“Divorced nine months. It’s a long story.”
He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. Warmth traveled up to my heart.
“I have enjoyed you tonight, young lady.” He said.
The look in his eyes was tender.
“I want to see you again.” He continued.
“I’d like that.”
“I want you to know I’m thirty nine.”
“Sound like you think that’s old.”
I started doing the math, fourteen years older than I was. The same difference as Daddy and
Mama, Daddy and Tina.
“Does that bother you?”
“No, of course not.”
“You’re a special woman.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ve caused me to spend a lot of time thinking about you, Dani. Perhaps I was afraid of you. Where were you when I was nineteen and looking for a wife?”
I thought for a minute and answered,
“In kindergarten.”

He let out aloud, chest heaving laugh. His laughter had not subsided when we stood up to go, hugging me, I lay my head on his chest. I loved the sound of him, his mouth still open with laughter, his heart pounding furiously. I kissed him gently on the cheek and the laughter validated to an end. He enclosed me into a big bear hug.
To Whom It May Concern:

When we drove into the parking lot of the restaurant my mouth dropped open, my eyes were big as saucers. I exhaled softly and a gentle “Ooooooo” escaping my lips. It was the most elegant place I’d ever seen. There were gorgeous stained glass windows, picturesque gardens, and water fountains. I stared in disbelief. Chance was watching my face, smiling.
“You want to sit here in the car until your eyes pop out, or go in?”
I slapped his arm and he grabbed it pretending I had hurt him. He walked around the car and opened my door. I stepped out of his vehicle feeling like Cinderella exiting her carriage.
“Am I dressed properly for this place?”
I asked smoothing the skirt of my shimmering navy blue full-length maxi dress, with a halter neck.
“You are breathtaking!” He answered, putting his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him.
He was wearing a dark gray three-piece business suit. He was so handsome.

Once we had our seats at our table, I felt like royalty. I hadn’t ever experienced anything like it in my entire life. I hadn’t ever seen so much silverware and so many dishes and glasses in a single table setting. We were having a five-course meal. I hadn’t ever heard of a five-course meal. I hadn’t experienced any of the foods served, either.

The first serving was soup – Butternut squash with scallops – hot and delicious.
The second serving was the appetizer – Tiny crab cakes – delicious and spicy.
The third serving was salad – Goat cheese and beets sprinkled on it – with the best house dressing in the world.
The fourth serving was the main course – Grilled filet of beef with mushrooms, potatoes and asparagus.
The fifth serving was desert – Vanilla ice cream with berries and chocolate syrup.

I thought I would explode. I was living a dream. Chance had ordered champagne, which, of course, I hadn’t ever tasted. I loved it. The sensual explosion in my mouth was heaven. I loved the taste, the fizz and tingling bubbles that seemed to fill my mouth and glide all the way down my throat. I had a heavenly experience.

Do you understand the concept of, “Ugly People,” and/or the “Dance” of Life?”

I always write on my second novel, “Ugly People Can’t Dance,” as much as I possibly can. I am not “fixed” on that Title, though, because I am using “Ugly People,” and “Dance,” again. Why? The, “To Dance with Ugly People,” story carries on and you met my main character, “Niecy,” in, “To Dance with Ugly People,” plus I have a slight fear of those who don’t get the concept of Ugly People nor the Dance.

Reading Jenny’s Blog, I related completely to her use of “knitting,” As she states, “We all have techniques that we feel comfortable with and come to trust.” In a prior conversation with John Lock, Publisher, (who was curious as to how far I’d gotten in writing my second book) I stated my writing is like putting puzzle pieces together. I just create the pieces and as time goes on begin to slide them into the different areas of the big story puzzle as they fit. I can’t even explain how that actually works, as eloquently as Jenny describes her “knitting,” but it does work for me. As Jenny referred to, I also wake up in the middle of the night and struggle with fitting the pieces of the story in, or to create a new piece or to struggle with what direction my storyline is going. But, I carried around the title, “To Dance with Ugly People,” for years before I ever wrote a single word. Not so with, “Ugly People Can’t Dance,” I struggle with that.

I’ve also found that occasionally the public does not understand the concept of, “Ugly People,” or the “Dance.” A few want to laugh. One example was when I submitted my manuscript for a book evaluation by Green Leaf Book Group. They wrote:

Your current title, To Dance with Ugly People, is eye-catching and spirited.
While the title does not clearly establish the overall content of the book (this
is not actually a book about dancing with people who could be called “ugly”),
this supporting content could be communicated with a strong subtitle.

Seriously, who is going the write about Ugly People dancing, unless it is a comedy! I was shocked at first and realized I hadn’t included my Preface. I had a glimmer of suspect that may happen, in the public, so that is why I wrote the Preface. I had a glimmer of suspect that there would be those who did not get the concept of the African Dance Chapter Titles, so I wrote the preface. I will post it at the end of this blog.

But, I finally decided that if that is all they found wrong – I’ll take it. They wrote:

Content: To Dance with Ugly People balances the three major types of conflict
(man vs. man, man vs. self, and man vs. society) very well.

Structure : Strategic use of letters, emails, or directed text (as is the case here,
when each To Whom It May Concern is not necessarily a letter sent to a character)
are a good way to show the passage of time within a text

Platform and Market: Obvious audiences include readers of New Adult fiction and African-American readers, primarily females, w omen’s fiction, and coming of age markets.

The following is the Preface to, “To Dance with Ugly People.”
“This novel is the book in which I was able to express a new divine awareness. I realized I had experienced a lot in life that had left me strewn and unsettled, the book brought about the resurgence of a strong feeling of cohesion. In this book I have tried to present some of the elementary principles of human nature that can be outside of perceiving but not outside of holding dear, I call it “Ugly People.” For example, the violence of feelings, the slave of passion; and the dark tyranny of despair. My life might not have been full of ease and luxury; but I preferred to glorify my existence, as I lived it, enticed by the wealth of experiences placed in my path. Watching the world around me I became interested in Fate. Stories, of the sudden deaths of the rich and famous awakened even more trains of thought on Destiny. We strive to travel, what we think, are the right paths in life but does destiny have to have the final say? Or, is fate everywhere we are, involved in everything we do and not only just an end result? What do you think? On, that same note I would answer, “Yes, it does!” and so this book was born. I could feel my heart glow with excitement and enthusiasm as I wrote this book. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.” – Lorene Stunson Hill –

“This novel does not deal directly with Africa; instead it uses the Art of African Dance as a beautiful premise for this author’s fiction novel. An African Dance is used as the Title of each chapter. I love African Dance and chose to do so to honor my heritage and to place the musing of life into deeper dimensions. In its usage and content – a definition listed after each Title – every dance is both treated as a theme and used as a dramatization to bring forth an enchantment of visual images on a non literal basis, to highlight the drama (Dance) of each stage of my protagonist life. The chapters may seem, to some, to show a bleak interpretation of the dance, if taken too literal, but is not the true intention of this author. The characterization of each chapter is not a representation of the actual Artful meaning of each of the African Dances depicted. – Lorene Stunson Hill –

In conclusion, Please enjoy, “To Dance with Ugly People,” and get to know “Niecy.” What would you do if your drunken husband embarrassed you in front of all of your co-workers at your own Tupperware Party? What would you do if your new man beat you all the way home from the grocery store you’d just walked to, with neighbors standing on the porch watching? With her as the lead character, of, “Ugly People Can’t Dance,” would you change the Title? lorenehill63@gmail.com. Let’s talk!

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LIGHT GIRLS

Gue-Pelou – Tall Mask. – Mediate between the world of the living and the spiritual world – Chapter Fifteen

We have reached the last Chapter of, “To Damce with Ugly People,” – Chapter Fifteen. Dani Marie Dobson Ransom has had to wear a Tall Mask of hope and despair all of her life and in Chapter Fifteen who will hold her hand as she makes her decisions. Will you?

Throughout the book, there are things that happens to Dani and influences her insecurities because of the negative experiences with the color of her skin. On this day. January 19, 2015, Martin Luther King Day, we celebrate. If he had lived he would probably have to reiterate his statement “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character,” – to his own people! Why?

The reason why: This “keeps coming up” because we do not properly discuss it. People still can’t talk about it without tears in their eyes, so it’s STILL worth analyzing. Colorism isn’t the biggest problem among African Americans and Society but it IS a problem.
On this MLK Day, January 19, 2015, Oprah’s OWN NETWORK will air the Documentary, ‘Light Girls’ which dives deep into the discussion of skin color, preference, privilege, pain and prejudice. To be fair the Documentary ‘Dark Girls’ aired Sunday, June 23, 2013 on Oprah’s OWN NETWORK.
I’ve read that colorism is in most countries, yet basically in America it began with slavery. Throughout the numerous years the lightest-skinned peoples had the highest social status, for instance working inside the Master’s house in lieu of picking cotton in the fields.

I grew up not feeling black enough. I felt I had to constantly prove my “blackness” to people, in order to get along. I wore dark pancake makeup on my face, not knowing I also needed to spread it to my pale neck. – I looked like a clown. I tried to die my hair darker – It fell out. I grew tired of doing it. I experienced more “in your face” prejudice from my own than from white people. “Oh you bougie red bone” “Oh you think you better because you are light skinned” comments without them even knowing me.

It’s the acknowledgement of our diversity within the Black race that is important to me. We are a rainbow. A beautiful variety of all kinds of shades of color. I love it! But, I was raised to be aware of a person liking me or picking me for anything because of my “skin tone.” My Step Mother remained bitterly entrenched,” Don’t think you’re better because you have light skin and long hair!”

Share a “Light Girls,” experiences in, “To Dance with Ugly People.” Pick up a copy! What did you experience? Write me at: lorenehill63@gmail.com I’d love to hear from you.

Lorene Stunson Hill –

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To Run Screaming

Kpanlongo – Invitation Dance. – Recreational life cycle. – Chapter Fourteen

The first line, of the first letter, in Chapter Fourteen of, “To Dance with Ugly People,” is “My life had become a blur.” Has life ever sent you an invitation to which you sway in it, sort of numb, yet looking forward to meeting certain needs or dreams? In Chapter Fourteen Dani runs screaming towards her needs and dreams, sometime just wanting to give up.

I met Catherine recently, who lives among “the rolling hills and green, green grass” of Kentucky and our conversation brought back memories of my spending Summer’s in the “Bluegrass State.” I told her, she’d inspired me to write this blog.

Four siblings and I, were sent to Aunt Lillian’s, in Kentucky, every Summer for many years. I am the oldest and was supposed to be the bravest. I am sure my parents were glad to get rid of us. But, I didn’t relish the thought, at the time. Aunt Lillian had a farm. I was a City Girl. All of that dirt, animals, bugs and smells weren’t very appealing to me.

Every night a big round tub was dragged into the kitchen and filled with water and everybody washed the grime of the day off in the same bath water. The outhouse was outside so, at night, there was a bucket beside your bed and every morning, it was your duty to dispose of the waste and clean your bucket. I don’t remember any television watching, board game playing or toys. We were sent outside to entertain ourselves all day, after breakfast had been served.

We would hear our names called for lunch, in which, we would come running and were handed sandwiches and pushed right back outside to sit on benches and eat. The next time we would be allowed in the house, each day, to sit at the table, was our evening supper. I must tell you it was the best food ever! The freshest vegetables, fruits, baked goods and meats in the world – at least to me. Yet, one day, I witnessed a chicken getting its neck wrung and nearly choked when I saw fried chicken on the dinner table that night. I couldn’t eat chicken for years! Thank GOD Aunt Lillian always served three different types of meats at breakfast and supper.

Now, I sought recreation, my best friend – in Kentucky that is – lived across a bridge. A wooden and roped bridge. That bridge swayed from side to side and rocked back and forth as you walked across it grasping the roped sides with a white knuckled grip. Below it was a stream of water and rocks. I was sure I’d fall to my death. That bridge terrified me! I would stand on the edge of it and stare at my friends house on the other side, dying to get across that bridge and have fun! How did I solve it – if she didn’t visit me first – I’d run across the bridge screaming until I got to the other side.

Back at the farm, the outhouse was positioned to where you had to unlock a fence and walk through flocks of chickens to get to it. I swear those chickens chased me! We weren’t allowed back into the house to use our buckets, so I’d wait until going to restroom was an emergency and run screaming through those chickens. Sitting on the fence was a mean old Rooster.

Everyday at lunch that Rooster would chase me around the yard for my sandwich. I would run screaming, while my sibling rolled with laughter. I never ate my lunch – I always ended up throwing it to that ugly old Rooster, who proudly gobbled it up and went on his way. I spent those Summers running screaming towards my needs and dreams, sometime just wanting to give up, but I loved Aunt Lillian dearly!

What is Dani running towards? What makes her scream? Get your copy of, “To Dance with Ugly People,” TODAY!

Lorene Stunson Hill –

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VOODOO

Sikyi – Express Oneself in Courtship. – Courtship and sexual encounters. – Chapter Thirteen

My father was very superstitious. Everything you can think of, that falls under the heading of Superstition, frightened him. I grew up ordered to sit on the couch and barely move every Friday the 13th because he was so frightened something “Bad” would happen to one of us. So, most of you know that the number 13 is not a favorite among the superstitious. In my Chapter Thirteen (13) of, “To Dance with Ugly People,” I take you through an experience Dani had with a Psychic/Fortune Teller.
Yesterday, I was watching an episode of TMZ, in case you are not familiar, it is a celebrity news website and television show. They were reporting the fact that former cast members, Scott Wilson and Michael Rooker, of “The Walking Dead,” were at an event in New Orleans and both happened up on the famous Reverend Zombie’s House of Voodoo in the French Quarter. I also read a blurb on the Internet, “According to our sources, Wilson eyed some of the soft core voodoo dolls — none of the hardcore evil spell stuff – and Rooker checked out two dolls used for protection and good luck. In the end, they both chickened out … and Wilson only bought a cigar.”

TMZ’s report was a little different – They reported that the Actor’s actually purchased the voodoo dolls. I laughed as the shows host and producer, Harvey Levin, stood there wide eyed and looking really frightened, “You don’t think Voodoo is real, do you?” He said. “I hope not! Let’s move on, I don’t want to give the public any ideas.” It got me to thinking, again!

While married to my second husband, he had a sister, whom I was told, in whispers, by his brother’s wife, was a Witch. The family seemed to resent the only two marriages that existed among the 6+ siblings. So, the bearer of the alleged secret and I were on a proverbial hit list. The whisperer warned me of the small bundles of herbs, concoctions and smelly rags I would find lying outside of my residence and often my husband and I would walk outside and spot one. He’d pick it up, peel at it, take a sniff and throw it as far as he could pitch. I didn’t believe – I am protected by the blood of Jesus!

But, years later, the Witch drove my then ex-husband over to see me. She excused herself to the bathroom and I had flashbacks of whispers, “Do not allow her into your bathroom, because she will get hair from your hair brush and use it!” I felt panicked, but the Witch exited the bathroom and walked out the front door. She returned two hours later to pick her brother up, laughing hysterically but refusing to tell me what was so funny. I never saw my ex-husband again.

The next morning, as I drove my son to school, before work – My engine blew. The car was totaled. Over the next few weeks, my eye lashes and eyebrows fell out and my hair began to fall out, too. Everything I ate tasted like salt and every shower I took felt like I was being pelted with tiny pebbles. Depression rushed in on me like a dark shadow – I had thoughts of suicide. I needed to get another car and finances weren’t good, so I decided to sell my house full of nice furniture that I’d accumulated over our 13 year marriage. Did you hear me? – I was married to him 13 years!

I ran ads in the local newspaper, and slowly but surely my furniture began to sell. One night I answered the telephone and the most angelic female voice said, “God has sent me to help you.” I said, “What?!” She answered, “God led me to your ad in the newspaper and asked me to call you.” The angel continued to describe everything I was experiencing, my suicidal thoughts and my hair loss. “Can you come see me,” she asked. I was driving down the street that night in my newly purchased used car.

I arrived at a White house, was greeted by a lady dressed in all White and escorted into a house decorated in White. The curtains, the furniture, the color of the walls, the bed spreads and rugs – everything was White. I spent several months visiting her. There was a lot of praying, anointing, candle lighting and often I was sent home with trinkets of protection. I was to take only baths and told what to put into the bath water. The most shocking thing was the night she asked me to bring a photo album. She sat and patiently looked through my photo album – and pointed to – The Witch! I stopped breathing for a second as she pointed right to my ex sister-in-law! “That’s her,” she said, “and we will stop her.”

It took time, but my life returned back to normal – My hair grew back, I was able to eat and taste food and take showers. My mental state improved. All I could think was, “I am blessed!”

Am I telling you a tall tale in an attempt to scare you? Am I telling you the truth? Have you a tale of the Supernatural to tell? What do you think of Dani’s experiences in, “To Dance with Ugly People,” – Chapter Thirteen (13)?” Read it, write me: lorenehill63@gmail.com.
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J.O.B.

Bademalor – Dance after a hard day’s work. – Wanting to celebrate. – Chapter Twelve

In Chapter Twelve of, “To Dance with Ugly People,” Dani experiences the J.O.B. = Joy Of Bonding. She finds employment in a city new to her and develops real friendships. Friendships being very important to a young lady whose felt she’d spent most of her life on the outside looking in. Writing this, I was flooded with the memories of the best place I ever worked – Kemper Insurance, Orlando, Florida.

What a cast of characters! I was employed there from September 1977 until April 1999 – I loved it! In my mind, I would never leave – Probably die of old age, sitting at my desk. I met a group of the most amazing women and men there, and am in touch with many of them today. We bonded emotionally and socially through monthly outings such as bowling, movies, dinner theaters, etc. But, unable to generate premium income from the issuance of new policies, the company collapsed. One of the most devastating days of my life was the day I was laid off! I was numb.

My car broke down and I had no money to fix it, so after what seemed like an endless bus ride I stumbled into the Unemployment Office. A sheet of paper was shoved at me giving the dates and times they handle new cases and I was sent on my way. I had called first, why didn’t they tell me that on the telephone? I cried all the way home!

Well the big day arrived. I was going to apply for Unemployment for the first time in my life. I had to convince myself that I deserved it – after all, I’d worked since 1966 as a File Clerk after my High School Classes as part of an In-School Youth Work Program and at National Bank of Detroit, Detroit, Michigan, after Graduation.

To make myself clear, I found the Florida Unemployment Office to be one of the most unpleasant places I’d ever visited (The worst place being the Michigan Welfare Office).

I was placed from desk to desk to sit with eye rolling, surly, teeth sucking, acting like they didn’t want to be there women I’d ever met! And, they definitely didn’t want us – the Unemployment Recipient – there. We were herded in groups from one room to the next and then to a row of telephones to call in our claims. Lastly, we were shut in a room and advised of the Hell Fire and Damnation that would come crashing down on us if we should ever lie on a Claim! I cried all the way home!

Every time I had to visit the place, I cried all the way home! I began to pray. “Lord, if you would get me out of this and Bless Me with a Job, I promise you I will never treat people the way I am being treated by that Unemployment Office. Amen!” It took me Eight (8) months to find work and I had run out of Unemployment. I admit several months was spent at my son’s bedside after a major surgery. I finally got a call for an interview to work at The One Stop Career Center, Deland, Florida. I had no idea what a One Stop Career Center was nor what position I was interviewing for – I ran to my interview!

I got a job running the Front Desk and answering the phones, January, 2000. And guess what is done at a One Stop Career Center? It had become the place for submitting Applications for Unemployment, Case Management of those receiving “Cash Assistance” from the Welfare Department and Job Search. GOD had to be testing ME!

The young lady who’d preceded me, trained me to be the meanest individual I could imagine – Otherwise. She said, “These people will run all over you.” I’d watch how she treated the clients and I would cringe! I was advised to never smile! But, I had made a promise to GOD! She and I had many disagreements, believe me. She said I’d never make it at the Front Desk. I smiled. I used a kind, gentle and caring tone of voice – because I did care. I gave out hugs, dried tears, came around the desk to hold hands, helped those struggling to fill out paperwork and even sat on the floor and held a woman’s head in my lap who’d passed out. Everyone called me – Miss Lorene!

My reputation as a kind woman was known far and wide. Every December, I was awarded a Certificate for working “Above and Beyond,” with a cash reward. To this day I can be driving down the street and hear someone shout, “Miss Lorene.” Believe me, the public did test me! Punctuality is key and those arriving late were not allowed into certain meetings they were required to attend. Ignoring me and busting up into the meeting anyway, they would find me right behind them dragging them OUT! The stories I could tell would take two more blogs – but I gained RESPECT!

All Dani wanted to do was celebrate a hard day’s work. How? Why? Read, “To Dance with Ugly People.”

Lorene Stunson Hill –

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