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FREE Event @ Anacostia Library! Overcoming Addiction and Resurrecting Dreams. Speaker: Stanice Anderson
Date: Friday, Jan 14, 2011
Time: 11:30 am to 12:30 pm
Place: Anacostia Library, Lg Meeting Rm 3, 1800 Good Hope Rd. SE, Wash., DC 20020 202-715-7707
Need hope? Overwhelmed? Come hear this inspirational talk given by Anacostian Stanice Anderson, Speaker, Author and Performance Artist who overcame heroin addiction, abusive relationships, and low-self esteem. Her new book, WALKING ON WATER WHEN THE GROUND AIN’T ENUF shows you, through her 25 years of addiction recovery experiences, how to get through everything and overcome anything with water-walking faith!
Did I tell you that Black Enterprise magazine is covering this event? Their photographer will be there. We’re praising God from whom all blessings forever flow.
Contact Mike Tucker: 202-904-4955 OR stanice@TryWalkingOnWater.com
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Nov 10
20
New NA Women Group’s Phone Meeting
Just for Today key tag
WOMEN DO RECOVER is a new WSO- approved NA phone-line meeting.
Shut-in? Limited mobility? Lack of meetings in your area? Add a little something extra to your already awesome program? Need a meeting in-between meeting times, especially during holidays when “feelings” and “emotions” may run amuck? Want to share your experience, strength and hopes with others? Check out this new NA Meeting -
What? WOMEN DO RECOVER
When: Saturdays from 4 pm to 5:30 pm (EST) – Begins Saturday, November 20, 2010.
Where: Via telephone (213) 289-5460; then enter Code 4201159#
Want flyers to distribute at your home group meetings? Read format and policies?
Want to be of service and get involved ? Group’s Business meeting last Saturday of every month @ 3:00 pm. Same phone number and code (then regular meeting starts at 4 pm)
Notes that NA phone groups want everyone to know:
- While most people have free long distance included in their telephone plans, this is a long distance call that goes through a computer server system; thus not, mobile-to-mobil – but treated as mobile-to-land line. So check your phone plan and if you have long distance included on your land line then, you should be covered.
- Another option: If you want to call on mobile, have someone who plans to call on their landline, call the number then patch you in, i.e., conference call. The person initiating the call let’s you piggy-back and you can get your meeting in at no extra cost to that nice person.
More info or to check out the Women Do Recover Yahoo Group online.
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Chiming in on For Colored Girls Tyler Perry Movie: First, let me say, I haven’t seen the movie yet. And, for now, I don’t plan on going to see it. I will wait for the Pay-Per-View cable showing. Why haven’t my plans included the movie some might ask?
I’ve never been a fan of Madea or Tyler Perry projects; saw none of his plays, and saw only one movie, no make that two. Woman Thou Art Loosed and Diary of A Mad Black Woman. Bits and pieces of others as I’ve scanned my cable channels on my way to something else.
I was of the stance, if you seen one; you’ve seen them all since they are very formulaic. Now, don’t get me wrong, I admire his struggle, afterall, he is a Water-Walker extraordinaire.
I love how he has given African-American actors mega work and say yay! for the empire he has built, up from the ashes. Afterall, I’ve been homeless and more, so I know the faith it calls for to go through hell or high water and press your way to the other side.
As far as For Colored Girls, I love that work and being old school, I remember when it first appeared on the publishing scene and saw productions and even rented the theatre production/dvd version to study when I decided to do put together my one-woman show. (review of the For Color Girl mentioned “…offered with power and humor by a cast that includes then-fledgling actresses Lynn Whitfield and Alfre Woodard as well as Shange herself. –Marshall Fine)
I love the work! But right now, in my life, there is so much going on and my own faith is being stretched and prodded by physical, financial and sometimes emotional challenges that sometimes boggle my mind. So to pay to go see something that I know will bring up feelings that I have wrestled free from: rape, domestic violence, etc., at this point I’m not willing to handle. See LATimes review.
I fight depressison and the men, I allow in now in my life are good, kind, loving, and powers of examples for the men that may be depicted in the movie.
Lastly, I’m minutes from completing my new book, Walking On Water When The Ground Ain’t Enuf, so I won’t risk anything getting in the way of its’ completion or the possibility of writing another piece to include in the book; since I have a tendancy to write out what I’m feeling, experiencing, my testimonies. It’s what I do when I write and give talks so for now…I’m staying away.
But you can see from the title of my new work, Ntozake Shange’s, has affected my life. My title was gently laid in my heart in 2006, so her work made a major impact on my womanhood. Her work in the theatre also impacted my life, as in 2005, I sought out and became a member of Black Women Playwrights group In hopes of learning how to prepare my works for the stage. So this piece is woven into the fabric of my life.
I am so happy that the movie is out and exposes one of my wordsmith sheros. As far as Tyler Perry, water-walker that he is, I applaud his boldness to take a risk, assemble the best cast of actors available today, move out of the comfort zone of his luxury liner and walked on the water. Bravo, sight unseen.
And as Ms. Shange voiced in an exclusive interview by The Root, before the movie opened, “as long as Madea wasn’t one of the women,” she was fine with it. It also opened the world up to her new novel, “Some Sing, Some Cry,” a nearly 600-page family saga written with her sister Ifa Bayeza. see NYTimes article. It seem her work did for me, her title is reminesent of playright, author and an awesome storyteller J. California Cooper’s titles like, some love some pain sometime.
So consider me chimed in. Once I see it on pay-per-view, I’ll really chime. Feel free to leave your comments and thoughts. Would really like to know, who like me, does not planning to see it this month or ever).
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Update: My testimony posted on streamingfaith.com has 7,163 pageviews and counting, as of 12/13/11. I am a living witness–> When breath is gone–STILL hope lives! Share it with someone trying to break free.
They asked me to post this testimony from my life, as it appears on StreamingFaith.com. So here it is:
Heroin Overdose & Died Three Times on Way To Hospital…But God!
On a Sunday, alone in my office suite on Dupont Circle in Washington, DC, I tied up my arm with pantyhose and shot the cooked heroin and water into a readied vein. I saw my red blood enter the syringe. I felt the warmed heroin as i pushed the plunger and watched the mixture disappear inside me. Everything faded to black. Then, voices, faint but audible. Someone pounded my chest. Streams of water rolled down my face and neck. My red spandex top clung tight to my body.
Bright lights spiked and shimmered colors overhead. Who were these people? Men. A woman’s voice invaded the room. I tried to focus. A white woman? Co-worker? It Faded again to black. It was cold. I moved. I heard them. They didn’t hear me. “Get off me,” I said or seemed to say. Doors slammed. Moving. A truck? No, an ambulance. I glimpsed silver apparatus. A loud noise. Shrilled. A siren? Something happened? A hospital? She looked familiar. I knew her. It was a hospital! Examination room. ER. They announced themselves. Doctor who? I’ll feel a what? Then I heard a scream. Someone stabbed me? I heard myself screaming. I rose up from the hard table in the frigid room. The SCREAM again. I dropped back toward the table. Again, everything faded to black.
What’s that sound? Machines, tubes, lines, all connected to me? Why? What happened? A petite pale lady with a big permed reddish hair? Who is she? I tred to focus. I am in a hospital. I wondered, “How long have I been here?” Oh my God, I must have overdosed. Why is she still there, patting her eyes with a tattered beige tissue? She’s crying! She calls me by name. Stanice. Oh, no! It’s my boss. She knows. If I OD’d, she knows. I’m an addict! She knows. They all will know.
In and out of consciousness for days and on a respirator, after left ICU and taken to a regular room, the medics including the driver who brought me visited and told me, “We had to come meet the woman who kept dying on us.” They continued, “You died three times on the way to hospital and each time you became harder to resuscitate. When they did get me to the hospital, I was breathing only 7 times per minute.
I wondered how they found me as I was alone in the suite of offices with my door locked. One told me that it was a miracle that I was found. It seemed a woman co-worker came through the office to pick up her attaché case before going to the airport to catch her flight. She noticed my keys in the door. She knew they were mine because the tag read, “The Boss.” Just a quiet joke amongst us; I was not the boss! Anyway, she came back to my office, heard music which was normal; but when she knocked hard I didn’t answer. The door was locked so she decided to call down to the guard. He assured her that I had gone up to the suite earlier. He sent a guard up to open the door. They found me slumped over my desk more dead than alive with the syringe still in my wrist. He called 911. When they got me the hospital, my cousin was on duty when they brought me in; she recognized me and notified my mother.
The medics continued the story. It seems the doctors needed to get a line into me immediately; but because of my drug abuse history, my veins were shot. So they tried to run a central line via the subclavian which is under my collarbone above my right breast. Something went wrong. Air got in or something which caused my left lung to collapse. The complications began coupled with the death experiences, my body tried to shut down—AGAIN. The enemy of my soul wanted me dead. But God, through it all brought me through.
After the medical problems were under control, on the suggestion of the medics I signed myself into the Psychiatric wing of the hospital for 30 days to get help with my drug addiction. I went into the hospital on a hot and humid Washington D.C. summer day and was discharged on a chilly, blazing orange swirling-leaves autumn day.
While that was not the end of my addiction YET; it was the beginning of the end and I was alive. It wasn’t long after that I was in my apartment, alone, shooting a heroin and cocaine mix, that God met me in the way of a handsome guy sharing his testimony on the 700 Club about how he was a hopeless addict. I listened. I watched. I asked God to do for me what He did for Buddy Baird. Clean me up, deliver me from drugs, forgive me for my sins and live your life in me. That night I was born again and within months, I called a family friend and assistant pastor of a church and asked for help. He got me into a drug treatment center.
Through people in 12-Step programs, churches, and a mentor, as of May 20, 2010, I’ve been clean and free from the bondage of addiction for 25 years—one day at a time! I sent a thank you note to Buddy Baird through The 700 Club and they sent a camera crew to Washington, DC to interview me and taped a dramatization of my story.
See the original 700 Club video of the first time I shared my testimony with the world. God even made it possible for Buddy Baird and I to meet and be on the show together a few months after my story aired.
During this process, the enemy has tried to kill me several times, but God wouldn’t let it be. Now, I share my testimony through books, on podiums, workshops, radio, and a one-woman show. I’m a witness to God’s amazing grace, resurrection power (life & dreams), deliverance, and restoration. I will shout my testimony from the rooftops, see clips from my one-woman show.
I’m a water-walking overcomer whose life is in the Lord Jesus Christ and hope is anchored in God’s Word; especially Revelations 12:11 and Jeremiah 29:11-13, God says, I alone know the plans He has for your life; plans for prosperity and not disaster, plans to give you a future and a hope. To invite me come share my story, contact mike@TryWalkingOnWater.com
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Nov 10
5
Insights and Awakenings
Today’s Powerful Insights: I’m surrounded by powerful, annointed, bold, creative and visionary women and men. I love it! Makes you feel like stepping into your own greatness–all for the glory of God. It’s an awesome thing; how God orders your steps upon His waters.
Today’s Powerful Awakenings: Remember how I told you that I had written a new piece to include in my upcoming new book and I was believing God for a title? Well, the title came to me–not 5 minutes ago. It was in plain sight all the time, but I had to be let go, be still to receive it. It is to be the closing out story–a sealing, if you will. Thank you, Jesus! Now, to polish it up for you! Great night, Water Walkers, rest easy.
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Oct 10
27
Sr Patsy Douglas reads my poem
My late friend, Sister Pat, of Dominica and St. Vincent and the Grenadines (SVG), recites my poem, Tell Me A Story, during our interview on NICE radio in SVG. I had searched high & low for this audio recording and found it today.
Tell Me A Story read by Sr Patsy Douglas
Also Visit the Patsy Douglas Youth Empowerment Foundation website
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Oct 10
27
OMG, Michal Zoe, not TUM?
Michal Zoe & Homework
Yesterday, as 6-yr-old Michal Zoe and I discussed who would be the night’s story reader, eyebrows furrowed and her tone turned serious, “You read tonight Grandma, because, last night, you put me in a totally unacceptable mood!”
All I did was try to share with her some logistical tips that would make the listening experience better for her 4-yr old twin siblings. She wasn’t feeling it AT ALL. But OMG, TUM, Michal Zoe? Was it that bad?
Well, so glad she’s able to express herself rather than bottle up her feelings and she was totally respectful in her handling. Even ending our conversations with smiles of surrender.
As the evening progressed and it was nightly storytime, these two Geminis , Michal Zoe and I, worked it out. I read, while sitting on the steps, with the three Grands-surrounding and draped around me. Thus, everybody could see the pages as I read, Goodbye Moon which Michal Zoe picked out and I requested one of my favorite books to read, Dr. Suess’ One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.
Actually, the seating arrangement, made it more of an interactive experience. For the twins benefit, I pointed to pictures that represented words and sight words so they participated; and Michal Zoe and I found ourselves reading together, rhythmically and harmonously.
Oct 10
24
Guardian Angels 4; Enemy 0
My son, Mike & my grandchildren
Yesterday, my son was driving home on Rt 50 nearing the Washington, D.C. line, after dropping off his kids. His car started smoking, he pulled over. Heavy smoke poured through the vents. He dialed 911 as he got out of car. Seconds into his call to 911, it burst into flames. Flames escaped through every crevice and stretched into the crisp morning air.
His kids would have been in their car seats. The twins, Arin and Nya, are 4 and Michal Zoe is 6. How traumatic it would have been on so many levels.
Yes, God spared my family! We need to keep each other prayed up, asking God to keep His protective hedge all around us and post guardian angels as He sees fit!
Last night, I woke up from time to time, opened my eyes & whispered into the quiet, “Thank you for sparing my family. Thank you for sparing my family,” until enveloped again in sleep.
Sometimes, Gratitude permeates your soul and you’re helplessly grateful.
I awoke this morning, refreshed, strengthened and assured of God’s immeasurable grace, mercy, protection and love. Guardian angels 4; the Enemy 0.
Thank all my family and friends who thanked, praised and worshipped the Owner of the team with me. I pray God’s protection around and about your families; today and forever more. In His Son’s Matchless Name, I ask this. Amen. So be it!
(c) 2010 Stanice Anderson www.TryWalkingOnWater.com
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Oct 10
18
Arin, My Super Hero
Arin, Grandma's Superhero
“Good morning. So did either of you have any dreams last night?” A question I ask my grandkids from time to time.”
“Yes, I did!” 4-year-old grand-twins, Nya and Arin, shouted almost simultaneously.
“Oh, yeah. And what did you dream? Do you remember?”
This time Arin had the jump on Nya (his senior by 3 minutes) and took control of the conversation. ”Yes, Grandma. I remember. I remember.”
Nya and I squirmed a bit as we anxiously awaited his recollections.
Arin did not disappoint, “I dreamed about Superman and Jesus!”
“What?? Both? In the same dream?” I asked for both Nya and myself.
“Yes, I saw Superman and I saw Jesus; but…” He appeared a bit befuddled as he reached inside for the rest of his dream’s recollection, then said, “BUT, they didn’t see each other.”
“Word??!”, I offered for Nya and myself.
“Yeah. Demonstratively, Arin reinacted a portion of his dream.
“Superman was standing here.” Like a superhero himself, Arin jumped over to the other side of the dining room. He continued, “And, “Jesus was over here. Arin with the agility of a 4-year-old, he adjusted his stance, “No, here! Jesus was here. But…” a long pause. “They didn’t see each other.”
Nya and I looked at each other, trying to put it all together with a glance intrepreted as an unspoken, “How can that be?”.
But wait, as if gifted with telepathy, Arin to the rescue, offered his assessment, “I think Superman hasn’t met Jesus yet”.
“Oh, okay. Maybe they’ll meet one day… or one night… in your dreams.”
“Humm, maybe Grandma. I think so.”
“Daddy, I want oatmeal,” Nya shouted toward the clanking of pots and the microwave door shutting.
Perhaps, unable to top that dream, Nya allowed the flow of the morning to take another turn. Away from dreams, superheros and Jesus; and back to the breakfast menu.
© 2010 Stanice Anderson
Sharon Ewell Foster
This series begins. I want to share with you the author friends that God has brought into my life that encourage, inspire, counsel, and share their hearts and thoughts with me. I am a better woman and writer because of our interactions. Though, we may not speak on the regular, when we do it is real and we are clear that God is in the midst of the connection blessing us both in the exchange.
I didn’t plan this… it’s just happening right now and the Lord is giving me the words and bringing to mind the resources that I need to share with you. I flow in obedience to the Holy Spirit. Amen. So be it!
We start off with Sharon Ewell Foster as the first Featured Friend Author of the Week – Sharon Ewell Foster, Wonderful, lyrical, literary, historical novelist extraordinaire. Her writing style is mesmorizing and exquisite. The 1st African-American writer to win the coveted Christy Award for her first novel, Passing By Samaria. It is a MUST READ! She has a new book that is coming out in 2011. So get ready for THE RESURRECTION OF NAT TURNER. I believe it will be awarded in a BIG way; including Pulitzer and National Book Award. So start reading her works now which include Abraham’s Well, Ain’t No River Series, Shadow and Light Series, and of course Passing By Samaria. Visit her website http://www.sharonewellfoster.com
Update 10/5/10: Hot off the press. Fresh for you from Sharon and I quote,
“On the good news front, The Resurrection of Nat Turner is in the editor’s hands (Howard/Simon and Schuster). The first volume will release August 22, 2011 (the 180th anniversary of the rebellion) and the second February 2012.”
Passing By Samaria begins:
In the spring in Mississippi there were perfect days. They were storybook days.
Gentle breezes stirred the magnolia blossoms. There sweet fragrance hung in the air almost palatable, almost tangible. The same sweetened breezes ticked the undersides of cotton plant leaves and found their way to the collard green leaves on the girl’s father’s small farm.
Oct 10
13
Sometimes, Truth Hurts!
(first posted on my stanice.com blog, August 4, 2010. A young woman wanted to know my thoughts on writing nonfiction and I wanted to share this with her and anyone else who may be thinking about writing about their life experiences. Count the possible costs.) Hey there, Water Walkers:
Minutes ago, I visited Novelist Rhonda McKnight’s FB page as she shared about her mom crying when she received copies of her new book, An Inconvenient Friend.
Tears of joy. I love it! Gives me hope; but surprisingly, also, brought up pain.
You see, my books are nonfiction. In my case, my mom still spews displeasure, hate, and venom anytime my last book, I Say A Prayer For Me, is mentioned, comes to mind. Recently, she let me know that she doesn’t want to see the new one or anything else I write. It hurts. But write on, I must.
She also doesn’t want to know anything about me speaking anywhere. If I never got another opportunity to speak it; she would love it. But God opens doors, and I speak on. I must.
Now, writing this—my feelings—my experience, I feel censured by some whispered unwritten rule created to rise up against my voice steeped in what have become my greatest allies, TRANSPARENCY and HONESTY.
While I’m living within the my passion and I believe God’s purpose for my life, it alienates me from the woman who birthed the woman I was destined and designed to be. Out of respect and to keep the peace, with the one woman I love above all women—my mother; what I do, is unspoken. Sometimes, it’s best to understand rather than be understood.
Sometimes, truth hurts!
But to acknowledge and embrace who God has called us to be; we must acknowledge and let go of who we were when, by Grace, He chose to extract us from the dark and into His marvelous light. The moment this wonderful new reality hits us, this grace and mercy that we’ve so freely received, we give up the world’s way—of secrets and sequestered lies that we thought were keeping us afloat and who we really were hidden from the world. Instead, we yield to what no eye has seen or ear has heard—the blessings of a saved life; the wondrous plans and purposes for our lives, as sifted gold through the Fingers of God.
But God’s truth always sets FREE!
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