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To ‘Skeeter’

I’ll never forget the day you gave me ‘permission’ to tell your story. I hope I have done the life you lead justice.

Though you never made it to Harlem, though my heart and mind there will always be jazz and cold booze, as well as a pretty smile waiting for you in the ‘Black Mecca’.

Thank you for choosing me for this journey.

To Zora Neale Hurston

The very first book I ever read in this life was

“Their Eyes Were Watching God”. For a 10 year old, this masterpiece opened my eyes to the world of books like none other. As a writer, I hoped one day that I would write a book that was as honest and raw, yet haunting and beautiful in so many ways.

Even to this day, I pick up my copy every few months, usually reading passages out loud to myself, feeling Janie’s essence all through my soul.

I love and adore you Ms. Hurston Thank You.

To Christian Kane

You put your heart into ‘Eliot’, a killer whom found his

soul through the eyes of those that he helped along the way, as well as others that saw him for whom he was. A kind hearted soul needing redemption.

If you should ever read this book, I can only hope you see a little bit of your warmth, caring and humanity in ‘Slick. A man that was deeply flawed, but loved just as great.

I hope this book only adds to your accolades as a talented actor, singer and humanitarian.

Maybe one day, over a well written ‘The River’ script and a few beers, we can discuss the God’s beautiful universe.

From one spirit brother to another.

Thank You.

To My Family

No words are needed. The type of love we share can’t be written down. Its simply too sacred.

(stop growling at me Jimmy LOL!) Love Yall

To My Readers:

I started the journey of storytelling unsure and insecure. Many of your kind words have changed that, making me the writer that I am and will be in the future.

I have spoken with so many of you in the past, seeing how my imagination has given so many of you that ‘fire’ to do in life what brings you great joy.

I have to admit, there are times when alone, I have cried. Not out of sorrow, but of joy, knowing that other human beings

understand.

Thank you for letting me into your hearts, minds and souls.

I promise, as long as I continue to be a story teller, that I will always be honest and do my very best.

As one of my elders says -

“Being a storyteller of your tribe is an important responsibility.

You are passing along the words and spirits of those that made way for you. In doing so, you give new life to

where there was only emptiness.

Providing a heartbeat for those that still have so much to say.”

All of you are a part of my literary ‘tribe’ Thank You.