A Heart Can Be Broken — The Parker J Cole Show

Parker J Cole BannerSome time ago, I experienced the loss of a very close friendship. Circumstances had caused friction and thus, the split. I remember to this day the physical sensations which had assaulted me.  I couldn’t quite catch my breath. My vocal cords tightened so much I had a hard time swallowing. In the center of my chest, I felt a peculiar ache. It’s hard to describe it exactly so forgive me if I sound a bit melodramatic  — a pain that did not sting, a cut that did not burn, but a hurt that burrowed inside of me. When I discussed this in one of my writer groups, after all, the physical abnormalities lasted for a couple of days, a mental health professional told me, “It sounds like you had a traumatic event which may very well be a broken heart. ”

A broken heart. As authors, we use the words to describe a character’s plight but perhaps we forget that our stories are ripped out of the pages of real life.

The words of Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do with It?” ask a question about why fall in in love when a heart can be broken? In fact, she says, “Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”

Join me as we continue part 2 of our discussion with Steven Menking from the Amateur Society. You can listen in at 646-668-8485, press 1 to be live on air. Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device. Follow us on iTunes. Click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/s/10585025

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A Second Hand Emotion — The Parker J Cole Show

13734981_1096360760419485_9021112629149595382_oWho can forget the iconic song by Tina Turner who asks a question, “What’s love got to do with it? What’s love but a second-hand emotion.”

Of course, my fondest memory is of Angela Bassett portraying the famous rock star singing this song in the movie of the same title. After all the events portrayed in the movie, the movie ends with her asking the very question of what does love have to do with anything? I love the beat and rhythm of this song but I have to wonder if love is a second-hand emotion? Is it something borrowed from the intensity of physical attraction or sexual urges? Is love a leftover from evolutionary processes of survival?

In today’s society, love or the idea of love has been used to protect the guilty, to hurt the innocent, to manipulate, to control, to suppress — at least that’s what it seems like. So, when Tina Turner sings: “Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken” do we simply do away with this second-hand emotion?

Join me for the discussion as I talked with Steven Menking from the Amateur Society in this first of a two-part conversation.  You can call in at 646-668-8485, and press 1 to be live on air. Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/10569759.

Tonight on the Write Stuff — A Love Story: How God Pursued Me and Found Me by Samantha Ryan Chandler

The tale of Samantha Ryan Chandler’s life is evocatively portrayed in her book: A Love Story, How God Pursued Me and Found Me. It tells of a life that is as disturbing and unsettling as it is uplifting and, in the end, gratifying. How “A girl from Nowhere, Louisiana” finds her way from such humble beginnings to live and walk amongst presidents and the supremely rich, only to find her trust and faith betrayed by those that she loved and trusted the most. She would be tested to the point where she began to doubt her own sanity and, at the moment of her greatest desperation and doubt, she was found by God and brought back from the brink of hopeless despair. Blessed with an almost unquenchable optimism and a unique sense of humor, she relates the story of a life that will speak to those who have encountered abuse, unfairness and anguish. Her love for her children and her faith in God carried her through a crucible of fire and in the end, made her a better, stronger person, ready to carry on with a life that is again filled with love, joy and laughter. A Love Story, How God Pursued Me and Found Me will both inspire you and touch your heart.


Samantha Ryan was born in a colorful, town in Louisiana. Convinced that the world had to be bigger than her hometown, she left her familial roots and created a path that took her to cities across the United States and the world. Possessing a natural gift for design and a penchant for history, Samantha channeled those talents into a life full of projects and historical enquiry. In her own words, “being a mom is the greatest job in the world,” Samantha spent the better part of three decades running carpools, cooking hot meals, leading girl scout troops and taking art and fitness classes for and with one or more of her three girls. A series of divine interactions led Samantha to impact a wider range of people than ever before when she co-founded Children’s Cross Connection (now known as Childspring International). Together the two of them brought hundreds of children with life crippling and life threatening ailments and afflictions from developing world countries like Ethiopia, the Philippines, Haiti and others to the United States for donated surgeries.

The Parker J Cole Show — The Taboo of Intimacy

It is a known fact that our Western culture is over saturated by sexuality. From advertising to kids’ show, sensuality of some sort makes its way into our brain. Unless you live a place where it isn’t propagated, chances are you’ve been exposed.

Within this culture, there is a purity movement of the church that seeks to have young children and young adults abstain from sexual relations and promote purity, abstinence, and the like. However, in spite of these well-meaning programs, chances are most of these attendees into the programs will likely enter into sexual relationships in their teens despite their promise not to.

So on one hand you have the world telling you to ‘just do it’. On the other hand, you have the Church saying ‘don’t do it’. Where is the balance?

Join me as I give my take on the taboo of intimacy in both the world and the Church on this episode of the Parker J Cole show. You can call in and chat at 646-595-2083, press 1 to be live on air. Or, you can click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/s/7953747. Or, you can download the WLUV radio mobile app. Tune in!

The Parker J Cole Show — Love, Sex, and the Single Christian

In today’s world, what’s the point of NOT having sexual intercourse even though you’re not married? Everyone seems to be doing it. According to hit sitcoms, movies, and all kind of media, single people have great sex. You’re suppose to even. I had a friend tell me recently, “Before I get married, I’d have sex first. You don’t buy a house without a walk-through, do you?”

Yet, there are many single Christian men and women who are out there waiting for the mate God has for them. Day in and Day out, night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year. Staying faithful and true…or are they? Some Christian singles make it look easy. Others make it look like hard. But when it comes to love, sex, and the Single Christian there’s a lot to talk about.

Join me as I chat with Pastor Marcus Gill from Rush United Church as we get to the nitty gritty of this issue and take your questions and comments. We’ll also be discussing Pastor Gill’s book ‘Single GOD Life’.  You can call in at 646-595-2083, press 1 to be live on air. Or, you can click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/7863029  Or, you can download the WLUV radio mobile app today. Tune in!

Tonight on the Write Stuff — Amazing Grace with Raelee May Carpenter

“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound! That SAVED a wretch like me!”

The words to the song “Amazing Grace” have been sung for many, many years. Even secular peope who don’t want to have anything to do with God, Christians, religion or the hereafter, know that song.  I’ve sang it as a child, rocking to the familiar tune in church where the old deacons draw out the ‘A’ in ‘Amazing’ and turn it into a Gregorian chant. I’ve sang it as an adult when I had a car accident earlier this year that did wonders in understanding just how grace has saved me.

Do we know what means when we talk about grace? Why do we Christians call in it ‘amazing’? How does it work in our lives?

On this episode of the Write Stuff we’ll be chatting with author Raelee May Carpenter, who newest book, “Liberation Song” is for sale. You can call in at 646-595-2083, press 1 to be live on air. Or, you can click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/7789711. Or, you can download the WLUV Radio mobile app.  Tune in

About the Book

b2f8c2913f6a91be2455822b225a0c2fWhen we first meet Aili MacIntyre, she’s doing what she’s been doing all her life: running in fear. She flees through a foreign jungle with two young girls and tries to save them from the forced prostitution ring that has been holding them in a virtual hell-on-earth. But tragedy meets them under the trees, and only one child escapes.

Three years later, Alexandra Adelaide has acquired a new identity in a radically different scene: the metropolitan jungle of Greater Los Angeles. She, though saved by Grace, has invented what she believes is the appropriate way to suffer for her own sins. Alex is raising the child who was orphaned by her insecurities. And she never, for a second, lets herself forget the pain caused by her mistakes.

Then the real tragedy strikes . . .

. . . she falls in love.

Matthew Gold is everything she needs and a lot more than she could’ve imagined. Bright, attractive, generous, and with his own vested interest in Grace, Matt works hard to earn Alex’s trust and a place in her life. He even loves and seeks to protect her daughter, who is the key to breaking open the biggest human trafficking case in recent history.

But Alex has lived in fear since she took her first breath. So how does she let Love start a new day? How does she choose courage even as very real dangers draw closer to her barred doors?

 

The Author

715kzshllRL._UX250_I’m Raelee. I’m a Christian, and I write: novels, shorts,essays, poems, practically anything, really. But that’s not it. I write about Grace. I may act as a story-teller or an entertainer, but I’m not playing any game. I’m like the Court Jester; you may hear bells or see bright colors. You may witness drama and laughs. But there’s is more to it. Always. Stories may be what I write, but what I tell… is the Truth.

 

Many Strange Women — Excerpt

I guess if I’m going to share Book 2 of the Sins of the Flesh series with you, I oughta share an excerpt from the first book, Many Strange Women. Due to your support, Many Strange Women, was on Amazon’s Top 100 Bestsellers for African American Women’s Fiction for several months.   I’ll be back live on January 6th. Yippee!

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1534925_511858148930398_1154611047_oRopes of candy cane bound Solomon to the chair while a giant marshmallow gagged him. A single light bulb hung from a thin wire in the ceiling, and the rest of the room was bathed in darkness. Tears stung his eyes as he fought against his candy cane restraints around his chest, arms, wrists, and feet—but they had the strength of marble. The marshmallow refused to dissolve in his mouth and remained even as he tried to bite down.

The doorway suddenly darkened by the curvaceous figure of a woman.

“Eric Blake,” the woman’s voice spoke, and it smoothed over him like frigid water flowing over rocks.

Solomon’s eyes widened as she advanced, vibrant like an Irish rose. The light revealed her in phases, bottom to top. Long, dainty feet with strawberry colored toenails were hemmed by matching silk pajama pants edged with lace. Slim legs seductively clung to by the silk stretched the fabric. The hourglass waistline was accentuated by a V-neck halter top, and curly copper hair surrounded a long, elegant neck. Jade eyes edged by long curly lashes, an upturned nose and childishly pouty lips. Her arms were slender and sinewy and in her hands she clinched a coiled whip of candy cane.

A scythe of glacial, nipping fear sliced into Solomon’s body, opened his chest and exposed his thudding heart. Over and over as each step brought the woman closer, fear flayed him. With renewed vigor, he fought against the candy cane rope. He twisted and tugged at his wrists in an effort to set him free. The marshmallow bulged and expanded until it overlapped the corners of his mouth.

“Eric Blake,” the woman’s mouth moved as her tongue darted out and over her lips.

The marshmallow gag muffled his scream.

“Oh yes! That sound!” The woman laughed as she rolled her eyes and neck in a movement of pleasure.

Solomon struggled violently. He wrenched at the candy cane ropes, twisted his wrists and grappled with his toes to move the chair. His face flushed with blood from his exertions. The chair rocked back and forth but never fell. The ropes tightened their hold; the candy cane glowed in the light. He had to escape. He had to try!

The woman purred. Her eyes darkened to the color of mold and the mirth vanished from her face as an expression of intent drew her eyebrows together and her mouth fell slightly open in anticipation.

The whip uncoiled; the red and white bands twisted together and met at a point. She backed away until she was once again shaded by darkness and then silhouetted by light pouring in from the doorway. He saw the dark figure of her arm rise.

The tip of the whip cracked against his chest, and he flinched instinctively but there wasn’t any pain. It fell again, this time on his stomach, and he jolted. The sound echoed in the air like a firecracker. Over and over, it touched various parts of his body. He didn’t know how long he sat there as he shivered from response, felt no pain but was utterly trapped by his candied bonds and tormented by a beautiful woman.

Then it was over, and the woman walked back to him, hips swaying. She reached out and pulled the marshmallow gag from his mouth and threw it to the ground. It shattered like glass on the floor.

“No, no, no,” he moaned, and once more struggled against his bonds.

“It’s time to eat, Eric Blake.” She panted harshly, the red lips wide open as she gulped.

“No, please, no! Get away from me!” Solomon screeched, rocking the chair again.

“I will never go away,” she whispered as she leaned over him. Her hair cascaded over him in a coppery waterfall. Her mouth opened over his shoulder, and her teeth sank into his flesh and left a gaping hole in his shoulder.

In horror, he gazed at his shoulder. It was marshmallow with a candy cane center.

Solomon jerked awake from his dream. He scraped at his shoulder fervently, expecting to see a marshmallow wound. A few seconds passed before he stopped and longer for his heart to stop its attempt to escape the confines of his ribcage. He pushed the covers away from his sweat-drenched body. The cool air rushed against his skin and he welcomed it. Darkness shrouded everything except for a pinprick of red light from his digital clock: 4:30.

“Dear God,” he breathed into the quiet room.

He exhaled a long breath. Would he ever escape his past?