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Mother’s Day gift ideas for the writer mom.

Mother’s Day gift ideas for the writer mom.

Gifts for a Writer Mom on Mother’s Day

Mother’s will love anything gift you give them from the heart. I know this for a fact, my children have given me plenty of homemade/school made guest that I love and cherish to this day. However I love it when they me gift that are specific to my career as a writer. With Mother’s Day peeping up this Sunday there are many gifts to give mom on this special day. Sure you can make breakfast in bed or buy a thoughtful card it is the thought that counts. But what go you get for that special personalized gift for the mommy who has a passion for writing (or reading)? Here are a few ideas just for mom for under $30.

(The prices and links to these ideas are attached to their photo.)

     1. Journal-An inscribed journal with personal author quotes. My favorite is the Aitao Journal Diary String Key Retro Vintage Classic Leather Bound Notebook Dark Coffee:

Aitao Journal, Photo

Aitao Journal $7.18,

     2. Starbucks gift card-Help mom earn more stars and inch further to that gold personalized reward card. Plus, writers love coffee!


Photo $25.00 minimum gift card purchase.

     3. Personalize has a wonderful collection of mugs and bags for the avid writer.

Writers Block Tote, Photo

Writers Block Tote $14.99,

     4. Motivation to write with this cool “Peace Love Write” t-shirt. There’s nothing like a few words of encouragement from love ones only with a few hours or day of quiet to write or read. The gift of silence is priceless for those fervent readers and writers.

Peace Love Write T-shirt courtesy of

Peace Love Write T-shirt                                                                       Courtesy of

All of these gifts paired together(or separate) would make a very stylish mom on Sunday! Don’t forget shower her with love on that special day, shower mom with love the entire day. Sometimes writers lose focus, but a kind word never lost a friend. Tell mom you love her and you’re proud of the writing goals she’s accomplished. I’m sure Mom will be enjoy her special day either way!

Happy Mother’s Day,

Elle <3

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An Ode to My Grandmother

An Ode to My Grandmother

In celebration of Mother’s Day, I thought I would share a story that I wrote about my grandmother after she passed away. It’s deeply personally, my granny was a second mother to me because my mom often worked two jobs as a single parent. We shared a lot over the years, she was one of the main reasons I became an avid reader and eventual writer.

Butterfly tattoo in her memory, Photo Elle Henry

Butterfly tattoo in her memory,
Photo Elle Henry

Wake me up when December ends…Pt two

It was stillness in the air that day and a pain in my heart that has never healed. Death had hit me twice that sweet December and I wasn’t ready for my next journey. I looked out the window and tried to think of yesterday years that passed “The good ole days” that would be nevermore. No more cheesecake, TV land and late-night talks about absolutely nothing and no more grandmother. I promised myself that I would be strong for my mother, after all this was her mother and she was in a very fragile state. But granny was my second mom, confidant and my everything. As I stare out at passing cars, trees, stoplights and traffic. I realize that life in an instant can be taken away and in that same instance continue to move forward. I grappled with my emotions and I tried to keep them in check; however this was truly devastating and really hard for me to wrap my head around. It just didn’t make any sense to me, I kept thinking repeatedly. One minute she was alive and vibrant and the next a stroke took it all away.

As we pulled into the cemetery, I felt a chill take over my body, a lump in my throat and I begin to tremble. The car came to a halt; we exited and proceeded walk to her finally resting spot a newly marked spot with fresh covered dirt. You could feel the tension as everyone watched me, I was always the sensitive type and I never coped well with death. This was a special instance given that my grandmother and I were so close that we shared a room together and life. My everything. She was the first to know about me losing my virginity. We would giggle and laugh all night and fight like sisters at other times. She was my best friends and here I am staring down at her grave. It just didn’t seem right to me, I could not wrapped my mind around the fact that my grandmother was gone. I wanted to be strong, I wasn’t here for the funeral. I was in California and in a way I think she wanted it that way. My sister was on a plane to California to visit me for Thanksgiving the day she passed. So, I think that she wanted me to remember her happy and free from pain. As, hard as it was for me the day of her funeral that’s what I did. I celebrated her life all day with my sister through laughter and a few tears.

I walked up closer to the plot and again I notice the pile of fresh dirt.

“Brand new” I thought and I completely lost control of my emotions. I collapsed on the fresh grave and sobbed like a baby. I couldn’t understand this and why I wasn’t given the chance to say a proper goodbye. Even now it touches a spot in my soul that I try to hide. I lie there on that pile of sand, letting my tears stain the ground and wept. My family allowed me my time with her alone and for that I am grateful. But it took me a long time to realize that everything happens for a reason and it was meant for me to be in California when she passed. My grandmother wanted me to remember her in happy times and that is how she was the last time that I saw her. It took time to realize that the Lord’s will is his way. I am not angry with him anymore, because she is always with me. I finally have peace in my heart, but she will always be my best friend and I will always cherish those memories.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mother’s and grandmother’s!

Elle <3

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“Wake me up when December ends…” is an Excerpt from the book “Pieces of Me: A Collection of Poems and Short Stories” Copyright Elle Henry 2014.

Thank you Shonda Rhimes…

Thank you Shonda Rhimes…

Going into this season of Grey’s I was very unsure. I felt that it lacked the chemistry from seasons past. I wasn’t invested after Sandra Oh departed and I knew the series was going to take a hit with its audience once it moved to the new 8:00 time slot. It wasn’t the juicy show I loved and craved to watch from years ago with McSteamy in the towel and now with death of McDreamy I can go without it permanently. I don’t know or care to get to know the new cast and lets face it there is NO Mer without Der! Grey’s Anatomy used to be my staple Shondaland show from producer Shonda Rhimes. I have been a fan since the beginning, even though Shonda has managed to drag me through the five stages of grief by killing off some of my favorite characters (Denny and Sloan to name a few) also managing to ruin many of my birthdays with her dramatic season finales (My birthday is in May) by killing off some of my favorite characters (Little Grey). I sorry I already said that, blame it on the grieving. I’m accepting starbucks coffee until May 31th to get through this loss :-)



So imagine my angst last Thursday night when I get a Google alert from E! News That Patrick Dempsey is GOING TO BE KILLED OFF! Totally not impressed. I thought to myself “Self you are not going to chase that pavement, because Shonda is not going to ruin yet another birthday for you.” (Ode to Adele) Oh how wrong was I sitting in front of my TV yelling “Shut up!” profusely, because yet again another one of my favorite characters was dead. I couldn’t speak for an hour. I messaged my friend Sylvia (a Grey’s fan) and she was just as upset. I needed someone to talk it out with. Then I turned to twitter. Twitter was just as upset, then I read the press release from her and Patrick and I while I understand the necessity in the situation. This is not #HeiglGate (Sorry Katherine) we as fans deserve a fair warning and Patrick deserved better than a what he was giving after eleven seasons. Sandra Oh had a whole season devoted to her departure last year and quite frankly it was a complete snooze fest I could have. By the way good job Sandra you jump ship earlier this show is finished.

Here are a few times Shonda has put my life through the ringer:

  • Episode: “Losing My Religion” Denny dying (Pregnant Tears)- (May 15, 2005, my birthday thanks!)
  • Episode: ”Flight” May 17, 2010 Lexi dying (Serious tears)
  • Episode: “How to Save a life” April 23, 2015-(DEREK DYING I QUIT!)




At a time in my life when I’m losing faith in television I needed to depend on my staple shows. Now I’m being force to move on and it hurts. Watching tonight’s two hour show was SERIOUSLY harsh. I hated it. It seemed rushed, jumbled and everyone was miserable. Plus, my daughter looked at me like an idiot as I cried like a baby over a fictitious character. I can’t blame her I would have done the same. Only I invested eleven years of my life into this show, I was pregnant her on bed rest watching this show crying emotionally pregnant tears over Denny’s death ON MY BIRTHDAY during the season finale in 2005. I fell in love with Adele on the season finale of 2008 when I first heard “Hometown Glory”. I cheered with Mer when she begged Derek in the OR to “Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me” over Addison. I was the twenty something girl who drank tequila and danced badly to 80’s music… I identified with Meredith (Except the promiscuity #NoJudgement lol). I understand you are the show runner and you don’t tolerate “Diva antics”; however I have watched you kill too many characters on this show and I just can’t watch it anymore. Also, why did you have to kill JJ last night? That was just mean! I must move on, I needed a drink after this episode a really strong drink and some Chipotle. My heart muscle is irretrievable broken. So I’m gonna go listen to Otis Redding, cry a river or something and remember the good times. At least I have the reruns. Thanks a lot Shonda I can’t forgive you, not even with Scandal.

I give you my two weeks notice.

Signed a truly upset fan,


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Baltimore Riots: Violence is not the answer.

Baltimore Riots: Violence is not the answer.

I once thought we lived in a peaceful civilized country.  But, I was wrong that was a sheltered existence that my parents gave and my naiveté believed and soaked it all in.  Now in the wake of the latest murders of Freddie Gray and Walter Scott before that Michael Brown who raised his hands shouting “I don’t have a gun, stop shooting“. It’s hard to think about MLK’s dream…because the content of ones character is out the window and the color of ones skin is the still of the utmost importance.  When will this country realized that we are much stronger united as will fall divided. I think about my son, with his pale skin and brown eyes and I wonder if the world will change in ten years? I have also been told that I don’t have to worry about the “Black man’s plight” because my son is half white.  Bullets are colorblind, therefore I worry.

As a society we need to understand that violence is just not the answer. When I think of the Civil Rights era, the anniversary of Selma and the dream that Dr. King had, it just doesn’t correlate with how we live in the twenty-first century. There is a way towards coexistence, if we all took time to put away our misgivings about each other as a race to realize that our bodies bleed the same blood. I don’t think this is the dream that Dr. King spoke about. Tearing down your own neighborhood isn’t going to provide you with the answers. What happened to Freddie Grey is a complete devastation; however if you want answers there is a way to seek them. The old proverb “Speak softy and carry a big stick.” Weighs heavily on the riots in Baltimore. You can cautiously and respectfully stand your ground while only using violence as a necessity. Don’t judge an entire group of policemen on the merit of a couple of bad seeds.

Freddie Gray’s death was a terrible occurrence in a society, where some feel as though black lives don’t matter. As a black woman I find this disheartening that the police still feel as though they are invincible. We vote people in office to serve and protect, not kill and cover up. History is repeating itself and not in the most appealing way. I have my own views on this situation; however many have told me I that I don’t understand the “plight of a black man”, because my son is multi-racial and he looks Caucasian. That maybe true to some extent but I still worry as any mother would when my son walks out of the front door in the morning for school. We are still judged by the color of our skin and not the content of our character. So I challenged that notion of not having the right or not “understanding the struggle” I am the sister, aunt, daughter and cousin of many black men. I have one brother and God forbid he is stop and judged solely by the skin color he had no choosing in. I asked when is enough going to be enough? The Mayor of Baltimore Stephanie Rawlings-Blake doesn’t seem to have control of her city with the statements she’s been making about giving the looters “space to destroy“. Violence is not the answer, looting solves what problem? Take what we learned from Ferguson. Tearing up the city will not incite change.

Our ancestors had to fight for rights against racial intolerance and prejudice. Burning down your neighbors and looting in your city isn’t going to make the situation better. Violence is not a means to solution. Rioting and looting the streets will only harm the community. Also, the looting that you see on the television is not colorblind, whites and blacks are out there tearing apart the streets damaging the community. If you want change, use your voice and vote! Get an education, run for office. Hit society with words of empowerment. None of this will bring Freddie Grey, Mike Brown, Walter Scott or Trayvon Martin back from the dead. So, instead of the riots why don’t we vote the right people in office and inspire change. Make them do the jobs they were voted in to do. Don’t allow another mother to bury a son for injustice.

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The Downside of Reality Television

The Downside of Reality Television

Gone are the days where we watched television to find a role to emulate based on talent. I miss the days when I couldn’t wait to get home after school on Friday for TGIF on ABC. Those shows were wholesome and very family oriented. Each show had love and laugher; my favorites were Full House, Step by Step and Family Matters. I lived for my weekends, because I they would consist of great television programing. Friday night would be the family shows followed by Saturday morning cartoons with a huge bowl of cereal. The best ones were The Smurfs, The Snorks, He-Man, Jem and the Holograms and my favorite Scooby Doo. I love Velma to this day! 

Courtesy of Pinterest

Courtesy of Pinterest

Reality television wasn’t as prevalent as it is today. We had the Real World and Road Rules challenges. The theme of those two shows were to invite people from all walks of life to each stay in a nice mansion for six months or drive around the country in a Winnebago and compete for clues. These show thrived due to the constant infighting that happened between characters with zero in common. As a Gen X’er I must admit that I was addicted to The Real World every season up until 1999. It was great television watching Tami Roman getting dragged across the floor by David in her panties. We had never seen anything like that or when Irene the cop moved out early because she had gotten married. It was interesting watching people act a complete fool on camera.


Fast forward 10-15 years and I can tell you that reality television has come along ways. Not for the better might I add. We now have Real Housewives in six cities. By the way I don’t consider you a housewife, if you aren’t or have never been married. Women who come together to fight and have catty arguments over stuff that’s really no importance. MTV and VH1 were two of the biggest music channels when I was growing up (aging myself!) Now they pride themselves on capitalizing on the spectacle of reality life with such shows like Teen Mom, Couples Therapy and Love and Hip Hop.

Real Housewives of ATL, Courtesy of

Real Housewives of ATL,
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As I watched the Real Housewives of Atlanta Reunion last night, I realized that television has reached an all time low. What should be a proud moment of six successful black women coming together for a good time ends with them ripping each other to shreds. As a black woman I don’t want that “angry black woman” titled that seems to elude these women. Also, I don’t think its fair that MTV capitalized on the young and naïve. You shouldn’t be rewarded with a television show just because you are Sixteen and pregnant. I don’t think that’s something to celebrate. We as a culture have twisted the values system of what’s important in life and it’s not fighting and screaming on television. The times have definitely changed. People will sell their souls for fifteen minutes of reality television fame. I often long for the days of carefree lifestyle this country use to have. Now, I believe we are all lost in materialism and fame.

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Unhappily Ever After

Unhappily Ever After

When I was in was younger I really thought that you need to have a man in your life to be of any importance. I tried to make a relationship that was clearly faltering and I allowed it to consume the very person I was trying to become. My mothers always use to say, “You only have one life to live, so live it well.” Finally, at almost thirty-four I see the bigger picture, doing things that make me happy and not at the expense of others.

I met a guy at seventeen teen who would eventually change my entire outlook on relationships and love. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up after school, when one of my friends (who shall stay nameless) asked to me go with her to a wrestling meet in the weight room. I knew why she wanted to go, there was a guy that she liked lifting that day and she wanted a wingman/person to go with her. I still had some time so I obliged. I mean it wasn’t like I had anything else important to do and Mom was usually late anywhere.

Hideous Prom Picture. Courtesy of Elle Henry

It was March and very hot, so when we walked in the lifting room it reeked of smelly boys and gyms socks. The prissy side of me wanted to leave and I almost did. Until I saw him, lets call him Jeff for now. I knew that face and he knew me. He was from the other school, boy I knew him. Jeff and I had gone to Middle School with each other, but years had past since we last saw each other. My friend went off to pounce on her prey as I stood in the doorframe admiring this boy that looks dramatically different from before. We were both seniors about to graduate soon and go our separate ways. I had just gotten out of a long distance relationship. So, having a boyfriend was that last thing on my mind at the time.

Oak Ridge H.S. 1999, Photo Courtesy Elle Henry

                Oak Ridge H.S. 1999,
            Photo Courtesy Elle Henry

I wanted to be single and have fun. I was speechless for a second as he walked up to me. Jeff and I had history. He was my first kiss and the very first boy that I ever liked. Imagine seeing him standing right in front of me four years later? We chatted for a bit caught up with each other and exchanged phone numbers. That night he called me and from that moment on he and I were virtually inseparable for the next three months. I was so in love with him and he with I that we cut off the world only focusing on each other. Later I realized that this wasn’t normal. My friends didn’t like him and thinking he was too possessive and I can see that now; however then I only saw a boy who wanted to give me his undivided attention something I didn’t have in my previous relationship.

That’s until things took a turn for the worst after my senior prom. The week before I spent in Tampa, competing with my drama club for state competition with prom night the Saturday I came home. I wanted Jeff to come with me, but he said “I not going to my prom why should I go to yours?” So I went alone to my senior prom when I supposedly had a boyfriend. His only request was that I didn’t dance with any boys. Now, At the time my friends and I laughed at this absurd request. I mean seriously? Did he really expect me not to dance with any boys?!


Lets just say I ignored his request after a good talk with my mom. She thought the relationship had developed too fast in such a short time and thought I should have a life a live it. After prom things were okay, I worked my job at the theme park and prepared to go to college in the fall and he prepared to do the same. But the night of his graduation party ended our relationship only problem was he didn’t tell me it was over. As usual he can over my house to pick me up, while he was waiting I gave him my prom pictures that I had recently developed to look at as I finished locking up my house. He wasn’t happy with the pictures at all and he grew very angry with me refusing to utter more than two words the rest of the night. I didn’t realized I have kept some of the photos of me dancing (not suggestive) with my classmates. It would be the last time I saw them so I wanted to capture good memories to have for the future.


Well, Jeff didn’t like that at all. After the disaster grad party, we were at a stand still in our relationship. The summer was here and I still worked full-time at the theme park. But Jeff didn’t want anything to do with me. I would call and he’d tell his mom to say he wasn’t home. I was devastated. My best friends thought he was a major douche with a complex and blamed me for allowing him to take over my life. The final blow was when he left to go to college. I knew nothing and he didn’t even bother to call me and say goodbye. I had to find out from his cousin who I ran into at the 7-11! I went home and cried a solid hour. He had left me in holding all summer and I allowed this to happened. I was so hurt I could stand to be in the same state as him. So, I cancelled my plans for college and I joined the military.

It would take years for me to get over that rejection and learn to trust again. A few lessons I learned from looking at that time now as an adult, never give a person so much control over your life that you have to leave where you live. Also, running from your problems or pain doesn’t cause it to subside; no it’s going to always be there until you learn to cope with it. Finally, know your worth as a human so that no one can tear you down again. Looking back on that situation I learned a lot, if I had to do it all again I would have stayed and lived my life as I planned and not allowed such a breakup to take over my life.

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National Poetry Month

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month, as a writer I have been heavily influenced by such poets like Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe, Langston Hughes and Sylvia Plath. As a matter of fact Ariel by Sylvia Plath is the reason I became a writer and I keep a copy of her book on my desk to this day for inspiration. So, here is my contribution to #NationalPoetryMonth

What Do You Do…?

What do you when the best part of you…

Feels like you are too good for them?

Do you protect your heart and run?

Or stay and let love lead the way?

What do you do when pain flows

like a river with the tears when you wanted to stay

But you choose to go?

Do you return, mend your broken heart or follow the light on to a brighter start?

My heart requests these answers.

As it aches in agony

over this lost soul.

This foolish beat.

I will contend with his decision, as he deny the existence of this brutal pain is causing.

I wish it all could fade away; however it’s all around in mediocre moments

and sudden lapsed flashes of memories.

My heart smells his scent, feels his touch and craves for a glimpse of his face.

But it’s a fable

And I must move on.

Though I ask?

What do you do when you find immaculate love and it all goes wrong?

©Elle Henry 2015

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The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop

I’m still trying to establish myself as a writer in my hometown of Orlando; however I am a lover of the short story format. I’m a published author with a book of stories and poems out now through Amazon and Barnes and Nobles title Pieces of Me. Here’s one of my stories I hope you enjoy it enjoy to comeback and follow more of my work!


 “The Coffee Shop”

She was sitting there again like a gentle breeze flowing in the wind when he walked in the coffee shop. He eyes immediately grazed upon her ever so slowly and spotted her sitting in the corner instantly. Adjusting her glasses, she noticed him as well. The tension was felt between the two. They’ve played this game of cat and mouse for weeks, neither one dared to speak just a glance here and there.

Boom, boom, boom…went her heart. Turning the page in her book, trying to seem interested in Rebecca a novel she’s read a million times. Grabbing her latte from the table beside her, taking a sip—it was cold.

He smiled and went to the register.

She remained silently still in her position, showing no expression returning back to the book. Realizing that she would need to get up from a refill, then deciding to wait. There was no way she could speak to this man. He was too handsome in his khaki pants; red cable knit sweater and thin blue jacket. The reflection he preceded wasn’t the heart he held. It was frail, timid and saddening. The same as hers…but she wasn’t aware of that.

Observing her movements out of the corner of his eye, his nerves begun to quake at her very sight. An odd complexity given his physical stature was so tall, broad and muscular. Feeling her survey him from behind he smiled at the barista and ordered his usual.

“Tall house blend, please and keep the change.” Handing her crisp ten-dollar bill, he decided to sit today. It was a slow day at the office. The short spiky haired brunette barista returned moments later with his piping hot house blend. He nodded thanks again, and then headed over to the condiment counter to add his one creamer and three sugars. After fixing his coffee just right, he grabbed a seat at the table by the window. It was starting to snow a little outside and this time of year always made him sad. Sweet November, Maria died around this time two years ago. The death of his wife Maria caused him to become a recluse for a while. Maria was the soft wind against his cheek, the smile on his face when she spoke. Cancer took her from the earth’s presence and left Mark flowing in a trance every since the soil covered her remains. Until he spotted the beauty in the coffee shop with the pensive look concentrating on the different novels she read. He needed saving and yet the beauty he admired in the wind needed salvation from herself. As he stay gazing out the window thinking about Maria, he noticed the beauty with the book motion to the counter to get a refill. Taking a chance he gets up to say hello.

A gentle tap on her shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Mark.” He said with a casual smile that made her stomach churn with nervousness.

“Hello—I’m Naomi.” She said as the spiky haired brunette looked on annoyed waited for someone to order.

“I noticed you here often and I would like to buy you a cup of coffee.” He said handing the annoyed barista another ten-dollar bill, before Naomi could interject a response.

“Well, now I’m indebted to you Mark thanks.”

“The same ma’am?” the barista said as Naomi handed her the cup.

“Ummm—Yes with soy please.” Trying to figure out what else to say to the handsome stranger, who just did a kind deed. “Thanks—Umm…Mark?”

“Yes and please join me.” He say as the barista came back with the coffee he motioned again for her to keep the change, which put a smile on her previously unhappy face.

“I guess for a minute.” Then they walked over to the cozy chairs in the corner where she always sat. They were both nervous, but he took a leap by talking to her at all and that made him smile.

“What’s so funny?” she inquired.

“I don’t know, if you know this but I have been gaining the courage to come over and speak with you for weeks now. But you are always so focused on your books.” Naomi smiled in returned, so he had noticed her as well she thought. She wouldn’t be as bold enough to admit as much to him.

“No, I hadn’t noticed that.” She lied and her cheeks flushed revealing her truth. Taking a sip of her college it was nice of him to buy her refill, but coffee and small talk was all she could offer.

“How long have you been coming here?” he pressed.

“Since grad school. I’m working on my Ph.D. in counseling.” Replying as he admired her dark hair and olive tone skin, considering her low self confidence internally she was dressed nicely in jeans, leather ankle boots and a pale pink sweater. She was a very beautiful woman, someone he would really like to get to know better; however this was as far as he could go now.

“You seem like the educated type, I always see you with a book.” He said.

“Books don’t turn on you.” She said sipping her coffee again, his presence was making her uncomfortable.

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s a cold world and people are cruel.” She said matter of fact. “I’ve had to learn the hard way.”

“I suppose you are right.” He agreed and she begun to pack up her things. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yes, I’m a student teacher and I have to be there in thirty minutes.” She added, “Thanks for the coffee Mark.” Then she grabbed her purse and bag a stood to leave.

“It was all my pleasure Naomi, until next time?”

“Maybe” She smiled as she walked past him and that was that. He was happy and a bit shocked that he spoke to the beauty in the coffee shop. Even though it was a brief conversation it was better than anything he had experienced in the two years since Maria’s passing and it was also rewarding for Naomi. She walked away with a smile.

© 2014 Elle Henry

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Fifty Shades of Grey…Aiming to be pleased

Will the Fifty Shades movie quench every hungry woman’s thirst after fictional Christian Grey on it’s release on Valentine Day weekend or will we walk away dehydrated wondering why we invested time into another book craze? The jury still out, I’m ready to become his submissive this one time and only once.

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Like many other avid readers in 2012, I sadly hopped off The Twilight Saga bandwagon and purchased three tickets for the mommy porn express a la Fifty Shades Trilogy. By the way, don’t judge me :-)! I wanted to be apart of the phenomenon like everyone one else and I must say the books didn’t disappoint with the shock and awe. Whips, NDA’s, safe words, submission…Oh MY! This erotic novel involving the chaste Anastasia Steel with the dark and wealthy Christian Grey captivated the attention span of everyone in America whether they wanted to admit it or not. The writing was a little meh, as it was based off of an idea that Shades author EL James created from a Twilight fan fiction story Master of the Universe. Fifty composed a great love story that sold over a 100 million books according to the Hollywood reporter despite the unhealthy relationship tendencies that would never hold up in real life; however its fantasy just like the diamond sparkle of Edward’s skin and the happily ever after in the cottage with Bella. So, I was excited when the book was purchased by Universal/Focus Features and a movie was in development. Like every other reader I was concerned with the rating on the sex scenes and the movies just being really cheesy to be quite honest. But the movie doesn’t seem Twilight-ish (sorry Steph) and looks really promising from the previews. Looks can be very deceiving and an open mind I shall have.


Few things that I do know and I’m excited to share:

R rating (NC-17 was definitely on the table for a minute)

– The soundtrack is AMAZING! Salted Wound by Sia is my all time favorite it’s available on iTunes for preorder, release on February 12th.

– The infamous tampon scene was never even considered (Thank you Sam Taylor-Johnson!)

– Dakota Johnson defines coy virginal Anastasia Steel.


As I purchased my advance ticket to the 8:00 pm showing on February 12th my inner goddess wonders “Are we doing the right thing?” (FSOG ref) “Or should we just stay home and watch Empire?” I selected this showing on early release day, praying I could brave the crowded movie theater on premiere night with swooning ladies wearing plum colored sheath dresses fawning over actor Jamie Dornan, while wishing they were Dakota Johnson who portray Christian and Ana in the film adaptation. Yes, he is extremely handsome and she has the lip bite down but I love my personal space. All the praying to the movie heavens above won’t matter, this movie WILL sell out and it will be crowded. So, I will escort my comfy purple movie sweater and pray the crowds don’t combust (smile). This will be an interesting Friday the 13th and Valentine’s Day weekend to remember! Will Christian aim to please? Stay tuned for my review of the movie to find out.

Always candid!


Universal/Focus Features Fifty Shades of Grey starring Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson Valentines Day weekend based on the novel Fifty Shades of Grey by EL James, directed by Sam Taylor-Johnson

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NaNoWriMo-Day 14 Have you crashed yet?


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For all the non writer types NaNoWriMo is contest based in the month of November to celebrate writer National November Writers Month visit Each year writers from all walks of life come together with the trusty MacBookPro and an attempt to write a novel of 50,000 in 30 days. A daring task some my say and yet many of my friends have won every year.  This contest is about self-assurance and the drive you have to get your work out to the public masses. Last year was my first year I admitted that I wasn’t prepared for the contest and I didn’t utilize many the resources the site provided to me. There are many types of writers. Here are a few I have met. I personally I have done quite better this year than the latter and I owe that all to making friends and utilizing the tools to help me success. It’s day fourteen now and my word count is 11,774 it’s a number that I am proud of because it’s double than what I started and ended with last year and I plan on finishing NaNo with a complete novel that I love. I writing something that I have passion about, so at times I fall into the three categories: The Frantic, The Overachiever and The Floater The Frantic typer is the one person trying to make that unreachable word for the day. But he will stay up all night high on caffeine and lack of sleep to make it to 10k words to reach the reach milestone.

The frantic typer

 The Frantic typer

The Overacheiver she has reached her word count for the day, so she posts all over Facebook and Instagram to rub it in your face.  You laugh and this person because you know that their lives truly suck.

The Overachiever writer

The Overachiever writer

The Floater is the hare in the race the one you never would expect to when because he’s to bust goofing around not taking the competition as serious you are and his word count 987! He doesn’t care about limitations only writing with the words find him.


This is my NaNo update for now. I will be on the 20th when the winning starts!

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